“My rules,” I say, eliciting a low chuckle from him that makes my pussy throb. “Lean back.”
He complies, and I reach for the nightstand, feeling his eyes track my every movement. I’m completely naked, and under the bright light in the room, he can see every part of my body that I don’t particularly like.
But right now, I couldn’t care less. I’m the one in control, and I’m determined to do exactly what I want to him.
I open the nightstand drawer and pull out a pair of handcuffs. I bought a few items like this years ago, but I’ve never had the desire to use them on anyone.
“Give me your hands,” I command, though my breathless voice doesn’t quite convey the authority I wish it did. “Now.”
The bastard grins and complies, stretching his hands before me. For a moment, I freeze, unable to process the next step.
Shit. I’ve never done anything like this before, and despite the countless fantasies I’ve had, I suddenly feel lost and paralyzed.
He notices my struggle and sits up, pressing his lips to mine. His hands travel to my neck, fingers wrapping around my throat and applying slight pressure. “Come on, baby girl,” he murmurs against my skin. “I don’t know how much control I can give you.”
His words give me the push I need. I unclick the handcuffs and, with my other hand, gently push him back onto the bed. He allows me to take one hand and secure his wrist in the cuff before I thread the chain up, wrap it around the headboard, and then grab his other hand to secure the second wrist.
I pull back, taking a moment to observe him. My hands glide gently over his bare chest, my eyes following their motion. His breath comes in shaky gasps as his body relaxes under my touch. Here’s the thing about West—he thrives on pain, craves it, yet he also needs these drawn-out, soft moments of intimacy.
Somehow, I’ve discovered the perfect balance.
“Enjoying this?” he murmurs roughly, and I snap my gaze to his, catching the gleam of burning lust in his eyes. “Loving the way I’m all yours, baby?”
“Yes,” I admit, leaning in to kiss one of his scars on his shoulder. Goosebumps awaken across his skin, and the sight sends another wave of heat through my body. Watching someone like West unravel before me feels incredibly empowering.
“Mine to control,” I taunt seductively, brushing my fingers across his chest and down to his abs. I lift my hips slightly and reposition myself over his cock, slowly letting the tip in. My lips part as I begin to feel him, and my body instinctively wants to jump away, but I hold back, welcoming the discomfort. “Mine to possess.”
“Fuck,” he whimpers, his eyes rolling back as a wave of pleasure crashes over him. “Deeper, baby. Take me?—”
I press my hand over his mouth, cutting off the words that are about to leave his lips. “Shhh.” Slowly, I lower myselfonto him, the burning ache spreading through me—a constant reminder of his unnatural size. “Just let me feel it like I want to.”
I pull my hand from his mouth, drawn to the sight of him, the way freckles dance across his nose and cheeks. He’s so beautiful, especially when he grants me all the control I need.
I lean in, my lips seeking his, desperate for the solace I need. He swallows the whimpers that slip past my lips as I take him in, inch by inch, letting the agony morph into something blissful. Our tongues intertwine like venomous serpents battling for dominance, each sharing the intoxicating poison that heightens our senses and takes over our minds.
“That’s a good fucking girl.” His praise flows between kisses, and my body responds automatically, a shiver running through me as his words leave a trail of warm tingles. “Using my cock the way she wants to.” A moan tumbles from my throat, and he mirrors it with a choked sound that leaves my eyes sinking to the back of my head. “Make yourself feel good, baby. Take it all in. You can do it.”
His encouragement fills me with immense desire, dulling the fear of blacking out before I can fully take him in. It’s been a while since I felt him so deep inside me, and this position allows for a penetration that feels impossibly intense.
Gradually, I sink deeper and begin to rock my hips. I can feel him in my fucking stomach, shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my body as it hungrily accepts him. “Fuck, West?—”
“I know, baby girl, I know,” he interrupts, impatience tightening his voice. I sense he’s losing control in the way his muscles tense and his breathing quickens, but still, he grants me full control. “Ride this cock. Make meproud.”
His words give me the fiercest push, filling my mind with a desperate need to do exactly as he says, to see that damn pride flashing in his sky-kissed orbs. I hold the control now, but thebastard knows how to get inside my head and make me want to do better for him.
Picking up the pace, I rock back and forth, the sounds of our passion and my ragged moans echoing in the quiet room. Whether it’s the daylight or something else, I’ve never felt so exposed. Every sensation skates across my skin—from the way my toes curl in response to pure pleasure, to the soft silk of my hair brushing against my nipples, amplifying the satisfaction.
“Look at you,” he whispers, his eyes taking in the sight of me. “Fuck, you’re so ethereal. I wish you could see what I see.”
I instinctively turn my head, shaking it slightly as my hair drapes over my flushed cheeks. The way he talks about me feels perfect, yet that little voice in the back of my mind refuses to acknowledge it.
“Look at me,” he demands, the raw scrape of authority in his voice drawing a squeak from me. I turn my head back to him, my eyes meeting his despite the shame and a slight veil of disgust attempting to break through. “You’remine. Your flaws, your anger, your tears, and every time you feel at your lowest—it’s all mine. I wouldn’t exchange this life, this love, thisyou, for anything else.” His words break the stillness, each one embedding itself deep, melting the cold that had taken hold of me. “And now, you’re going to come all over my cock from how good you can make yourself feel because you fuckingdeserveit. Do you understand?”
I manage to nod, holding the same pace as the anticipation of an orgasm curls in my stomach. It builds and builds, warmth blooming across my skin, his voice shattering into countless fragments around me, just like the first night I let him inside me.
But my hands move on autopilot to shield myself, and I sense him stiffen as the metallic handcuffs rattle against the headboard. “You can either put those hands away yourself, or I’ll break these fucking handcuffs and do it on my own.”
Fuck. I don’t want him out of them. Not yet.
