Soren growls again, deeper this time, testing the restraints. The sound goes straight to my cock. He’s displeased, I can feel the tension in his body, but he’s also harder than I’ve ever felt him. He’s letting me do this.
I lean down, brushing my lips against his ear. “Looks like the big bad king can behave after all,” I whisper.
Soren’s chest rises and falls rapidly, muscles flexing as he pulls lightly against the cuffs. “Careful, baby,” he warns, voice rough and dangerous. “You’re playing with fire tonight.”
I smile against his neck, heart racing with excitement and a thrill I’ve never felt before. “Good,” I murmur. “I want to burn.”
I sit back, just admiring the sight of him for a moment. My husband… this massive, powerful, dangerous man… is laid out beneath me, wrists cuffed to the headboard, black silk mask over his eyes, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. He looks perfect.
I reach over to the nightstand and grab the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount onto my fingers. The cool slick sound makes Soren’s head tilt toward me. I slick my fingers thoroughly and reach behind myself, pressing two fingers against my own hole. I push them in slowly, stretching myself open while he can only listen and feel me shifting on top of him.
Soren groans, deep and frustrated, arms pulling hard against the leather cuffs until the headboard creaks. “Fuck… let me see you,” he rasps.
“No,” I whisper, voice steadier than I feel. “You’re going to feel everything tonight.”
I work myself open with slow strokes, adding a third finger, moaning softly so he can hear exactly what I’m doing. Soren’s hips twitch beneath me, cock twitching every time I make a sound. His restraint is fraying, I can see the tension in his arms, the way his muscles flex as he fights the cuffs.
When I’m ready, I pour more lube directly onto his cock, stroking him slowly until he’s glistening and panting. Then I rise up on my knees, line him up, and sink down onto him in one smooth, steady motion. We both moan loud and obscene.
“Shit… Kit!” Soren’s head presses back into the pillow, arms yanking hard against the restraints as I take him to the hilt. His voice cracks with the effort of staying still. “Fuck, you’re so tight…”
I brace my hands on his chest and start moving, slow, deep rolls of my hips at first, grinding down on him, taking my time. Every thrust pulls filthy, broken groans from Soren’s throat. He’s pulling at the cuffs so hard the leather bites into his wrists, the headboard banging rhythmically against the wall.
I lean forward, lips brushing his ear. “You’re not in control tonight,” I whisper, then bite his earlobe. “I am.”
Soren lets out a wrecked sound, half growl, half moan, and thrusts up involuntarily, chasing more of me. I push his hips back down with my hands, pinning him.
“Stay still,” I tell him, voice firmer than I’ve ever used with him.
He groans again, long and desperate, but he obeys.
I start riding him harder, faster, taking what I want, using his body exactly how I need it. The sounds he makes, raw and helpless, are driving me insane.
I lean down and kiss Soren slowly, teasingly, dragging my lips across his jaw, down his neck, then back up to his mouth. I keep rolling my hips in rough, deliberate bounces, taking him deep every time, grinding down hard enough to make the bed creak.
My hands roam over his chest, fingers tracing the hard lines of muscle and ink, teasing his nipples until they’re tight. When I pinch one and then lean down to bite the other, Soren lets out a deep, broken moan that vibrates through his entire body. The sound is so raw it makes me clench around him.
Then, with a sharp metallic snap, the chain between the cuffs breaks and Soren’s hands pull free.Oh shit.I freeze, staring at his wrists. The leather cuffs are still on, but the connecting chain is gone; he’s no longer restrained.Well… it was fun while it lasted.
Soren growls, full of promise. In one powerful movement he sits up, still buried inside me, one arm wrapping around my back to keep me in place. With his other hand he yanks the sleep mask off his face and tosses it aside.
His eyes are black with lust. “You really thought you could keep me restrained, little husband?” he growls, feral.
I grin, swallowing hard, heart racing with anticipation. Before I can answer, Soren flips us. I barely have time to gasp before my back hits the mattress and he’s on top of me, hips snapping forward. He slams into me hard, deep, and relentless… no warmup, no mercy. The force of it punches the air out of my lungs.
I scream… a high-pitched, obscene moan tears out of me as he drives into me again and again, the wet slap of skin loud in the room. Soren fucks me like he’s lost all control, hips pounding, cock dragging against that spot inside me with every brutal thrust.
“Fucking hell… Soren!” I cry out, hands flying up to grip his shoulders, nails digging in.
He doesn’t slow down. He just growls against my neck, teeth scraping skin, hips snapping harder.
“That’s it,” he snarls. “Scream for me, baby. Let the whole fucking world hear who you belong to.”
I can’t stop the sounds spilling out of me, loud, broken, shameless moans and cries as he rails me into the mattress. My legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper.
Soren’s breathing is ragged, his voice rough against my ear between thrusts. “Mine. My husband. My fucking everything.”
The wet, filthy sound of his hips slamming against my ass fills the room, mixing with my broken, high-pitchedmoans and his low, animalistic growls. He’s so deep it feels like he’s in my stomach, stretching me open, claiming every inch of me.
