Page 14 of Bound to the CEO

Her large blue eyes blink up at me, but she remains silent. What game is she playing at? I slide my hand up her breastbone, pausing for a few breaths before easing up to curl my fingers around her neck.

Tiffany’s pulse jumps, fluttering against me as I tighten my grip even further. It’s not enough to choke her out, by any means, but it’s enough to show her who’s in command. And, just as I figured, her scent of arousal blossoms even more, flooding the space between us until rational thought threatens to flee my brain.

Reaching down, I bring my fingers up to her pussy, groaning at just how slick she is. “God, Tiffany.” It’s all I manage to say before burying my fingers deep inside.

I capture her lips with mine, easing her back down onto the bed. Stretched out over her, I slip my tongue into her mouth, my motions mimicking the actions down below.

“This is your last chance,” I growl, need pounding through my veins. “Tell me to stop, or by God, I’m claiming you tonight.”

Again, she remains silent, but this time, a small smirk teases the edges of her lips. Good enough. Reaching between us, I undo my pants and shove them down. Leaving my shirt on, I kick them off, letting them fall to the floor.

Dinner will have to wait. I, however, cannot. Growling softly, I move over her, pinning her with my bulk. Her eyes darken as desire once more perfumes the air. My perfect fucking match.

You would think her light, bright, citrusy tones would clash with my darker, more bitter, musky notes. But they don’t. In fact, they blend together, melding in perfect harmony as I notch the head of my cock in her entrance. Darkness and light, yin and yang, Alpha and omega.

Mine. All fucking mine.

The hairs on my body stand on end as I stare down at those pools of black surrounded by sapphire. Slowly, inexorably, I ease my way in, memorizing the curve of her face, the tremble of her lips, and the soft gasps and moans as they filter through the air.

Her pussy ripples about my length as I stretch her wide. Groaning, I pause, reaching between us to strum her clit. Her body bows up, her mouth dropping open as pleasure surges through her, so intense that sound doesn’t even come out. Every muscle tightens, strains against me.

My knot swells as her body twists and turns. God, but I’ve never felt sensations like this before. Deep down, I know I never will. All it does is make me want to claim her even more.

Leaning forward, I nuzzle that space between her neck and shoulder, the spot I’m soon going to taint with my mark. I’ve given her enough chances to stop this. Now, there’s no going back.

I slide my hand up into her hair, holding her, comforting her as I push in even deeper. She moans, her thighs falling open to accommodate the width of my hips. But she’s still so small.

With a shift of my arms, I grab her legs so that they drape over me and continue to drive into her, filling her up, stuffing her so full with my cock that all she can do is squirm.

A soft growl vibrates from my chest, drawing more slick from her pussy, easing my way in. So fucking tight. But if I’m causing her any discomfort, she doesn’t show it.

Soon, all that remains is my knot. Dragging my cock out just as slowly, I pause for several moments, gazing into her eyes as I drive back in, harder this time. The force of my thrust pushes her across the bed.

Her eyes cross for a moment before she closes them. Bending her further in half, I continue to piston in and out, rutting her like a wild animal. Crazed moans drip from her lips as I own her body, gripping her so tight that all she can do is take it.

Reaching down, I run the pads of my fingers over her clit, drawing feral sounds from her throat as she undulates underneath me. God, I love the sounds of her pleasure as they beat against my skin. So close. So fucking close. I continue to torture her, tease her, forcing her body to come for me as I slam into her with a force that would no doubt break a beta.

Her body molds to mine, as if made for me, opening even more at my rough treatment. Unable to resist the siren call of my release, I pinch her clit. She howls as her head drops back, her body rippling as her orgasm tears through her.

I drop my hands to the bed, caging her head as I pin her legs in place with my chest. With one final thrust, I force myself past her tight ring of muscle. My knot expands, stretching her even further.

Bending low, I lap at her skin, drinking in the salty taste of her. One lick, two, three. With a firm grip, I turn her head to the side and bite down, my cum surging out of me at the first taste of blood on my lips.

My hips rock back and forth of their own accord, dragging my knot against her G-spot. Though she’s in obvious discomfort from my bite, she orgasms again, her inner walls milking my cock, drawing even more cum from my body. Light sparks behind my eyelids as threads of the bond weave themselves around us.

I know all about the bond. It’s information that’s drilled into our heads as children. However, knowing about it and experiencing it are two different things. Thoughts, feelings, and memories flash before my eyes.

None of them belong to me, but instead, the omega writhing beneath my body. I see myself through her mind’s eye. To her, I’m a solid pillar of strength and comfort, a safe haven for her to hide. My heart nearly bursts with pride even as the sensations are a bit humbling.

I never realized she saw me that way. In fact, I thought I was nothing but a grumpy asshole to her. All of that, however, is soon overshadowed by the alternating sensations of both pleasure and agony that wash through her. Tempering my constant growl, I allow it to morph into something softer, more comforting.

The purr rumbles out of me, washing over her body. Through the bond, I feel the instant her pain goes away. It’s such a heady notion, to know that I can control her like this. Not only can I see to her comfort, but I can also force my will upon her.

Pulling my teeth from her skin, I lap at the raw edges, doing my best to tend to her while still locked together. My knot continues to pulse as her body tightens around me, stimulating me even as her eyelashes flutter closed, as if needing to sleep.

I hold her close, cradling her head against me as I turn us around so that she’s lying on top. The moment her thighs stretch out around me, she groans in satisfaction. My fingers drift over her back, marveling at her soft skin.

She rests there, her breathing matching mine as she stays as still as possible. Inside her mind, however, it’s anything but calm. Worries, fears, and apprehension for the future flit through, causing her anxiety to spike.