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“Yes,” I breathe.
A rip echoes through the room, the buttons of his shirt hitting the windows with a light tap. He rounds the pole, slowly kneeling in front of me, all dark ink, sex and possession written on his face. And I wouldn’t want to imagine myself submitting myself to anyone else like this.
He loosens the chain a fraction to guide me around the pole so that my back is pressed to it, then he secures the chain back in place. He disappears from sight again and guides my hands up the pole. Cold metal wraps around my wrists as he secures me to the pole completely.
He stands in front of me, a wicked smirk playing on his face. Lowering slowly to his knees, he hikes both of my legs up over his shoulders, making me gasp as I slightly slide down the pole. His hands grip my ass, his breath fanning over the inside of my thighs.
“I’ve got you.”
He does. He always did.
He breathes me in, the stubble of his beard tickling my skin. Sliding my stockings torturously slowly down my legs, he lays small kisses as he goes.
“You don’t need these,” he whispers. When he starts on my other leg, he pauses, kissing my scar before continuing downwards.
His head hovers just before my bare pussy before he latches his mouth onto me and licks up my slit. I moan as his hot tongue traces the width of me, my hands jerking to grip his hair but not being able to.
“You’re soaked, Angel," he mutters against me.
Pleasure floods my system as he sucks on my clit, and I moan out, my head hitting the back of the pole. I grind my pussy into his face, chasing the growing orgasm.
“Delicious,” he growls, gripping my thighs.
That causes a shiver to run up my spine. The pressure builds as he laps at me. Sucking, licking, tugging. My soul feels like it’s detached from my body as his tongue continues its slow circles around my clit.
He thrusts a finger inside of me, immediately matching the pace of his tongue in rough pumping motions, making me scream out in pleasure.
I can’t think straight; all I can focus on is his warm tongue licking me into oblivion and the speed of his fingers as my pussy clenches around him, my body convulsing against the pole, making the chains rattle.
“Oh, fuck, Xander,” I cry out.
“That’s it, baby. Good girl,” he praises, fingers curling inside of me. “Who owns you?”
“You,” I pant.
“Louder.” He sucks my clit into his mouth.
“You,” I shout.
“Say my fucking name.” His teeth graze my pussy, his fingers curling again.
“Xander,” I scream this time. The sensations are too much as I sigh out the last of my orgasm waves.
“Good little Angel.” He places me down on the floor, steadying me.
I yank my arms off the pole, forgetting I’m chained and slightly hurting myself in the process.
“I’m in control here, sweetheart. Stay still,” he growls, ripping open the button of his slacks and jerking his cock out, the tip already glistening.
My mouth waters as he runs the length over my clit, coating it in my arousal, his hooded eyes watching me.
“Please, Xander,” I beg.
“Please what?” he teases, slapping himself against my wet centre.
“Fuck me, please.”
He laughs darkly, sheathing himself inside me in one rough thrust, making me scream out in pleasure again, my throat already feeling scratchy.
