Page 36 of Bought By Sin

Her admission cut at my heart. Maybe she didn’t know how to tell anyone what she wanted, so used to her life as a slave and nothing more. Or perhaps she wasn’t sure about how to vocalize her desire, never having been in the position to feel it.

But that ended now.

I kissed her again, too desperate to show her that she could find her way with me. Before I could really taste her and commit the map of her sweet mouth to memory, I pulled back again.

“Then I’ll follow your lead.”

“My lead?”

I responded with another kiss, sealing my mouth over hers until she opened up to me. When she slid her tongue alongside mine, I groaned with need and let her hear and feel how I wanted more. When she turned her hands and I twined my fingers with hers, I let her register the grip of my hold so she’d know that I sensed her need to be grounded.

I licked and nipped, sucking at her mouth and grinding against her. We moved as one on the mat as I kissed her and let her acclimate to what this could be like, this raw sexual tension we couldn’t pretend wasn’t there, this greedy hunger that no one could stop us from sharing.

She led me. With her moving against me, arching her back and squeezing my hand, she gave me the cues she wasn’t aware of having. And as I lowered my free hand toward her stomach, then lower as I slipped it between us, I waited for her to show me how much more she wanted.

“You want this?” I asked, rubbing her pussy as I slanted toward the side of her. Still pinning her in place, I stroked my fingers over her cunt, smearing her juices and arousal.

“I… I…” She gasped, trembling as she parted her legs only a little. “I don’t know how.”

“Then you follow my lead.” I silenced her with my mouth, kissing her senseless as I began to pull at her clothes. Her shorts and panties were gone with a rough shove of my hands, but it was harder to free my cock just as fast. She gripped my hand so tightly as I kept her arms over her head that I didn’t want to release her. Limited to one hand to stroke over her entrance and then line myself up, I tried to pace it. I tried not to hurry because once this was over, I would be under the countdown of needing her once more.

I wedged her legs further apart until she hooked them around my waist. The slippery slickness of her entrance teased me. The hot arousal that aided my cockhead into her taunted me to slam all the way in and claim her once and for all.

“Tell me, Mila. Tell me you want my dick stuffing your tight cunt.”

She gasped at the stretch of my head pushing in. “Oh, fuck.”

I kissed her again, nipping her lips. “Tell me. Let me in, Mila. Before I fucking go insane.”

She cried out as I slid in more. But it wasn’t a protest. It was pure need, frustration to splinter apart. “I want—” She gasped again and arched her back as I claimed another inch.

“Fuck. You’re so tight. So fucking tight.” She gloved me mercilessly, and I pressed my face against hers as I strained not to come too soon. She was swallowing me in like no other woman ever had.

“I need to… I need…”

She couldn’t find the words now. She was barely hanging on as it was. We’d work on getting her to speak up next time. Right now, I heard the desperation in her tone. I felt the trembling need in her body.

I kissed her again as I thrust the rest of the way in.

She was letting me in. Not only with my dick all the way in her pussy, in to the hilt. But also into her life. She was opening up to me, and I refused to ever let her have the slack to hide or shut me out again.

She was mine. And as I fucked her hard and fast, not letting her breathe long enough with this burning need to kiss her as she came, I knew nothing would change that.

Mila was mine.

To own.

But as she clenched around my dick and made me come with her in a blinding bliss, I felt like this was only the beginning.

I owned her, and I wouldn’t give up possession anytime soon.

Her submission tonight was too rushed, too incomplete. Because while she quivered and moaned at the intensity of her orgasm, I flooded her with my cum and looked forward to the next lesson of how she could be led to submit to me again.

And again.

I doubted I’d ever get enough of this euphoria of her pussy throbbing and squeezing me so tightly. Like there was no start or end between us anymore. Like we could be one, bound in the forbidden chains of desire.

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