“Ooh…Oh fuck.” She shudders when the rough seam of my zipper scrapes against her sensitive flesh, and I groan into her shoulder.
“You’re killing me, Smalls.”
She laughs and pushes me up to get access to my jeans, tugging them open until my straining cock practically leaps into her hands.
“Commando?” She arches her eyebrows, but I struggle to give two shits about the question as her fingers explore the obvious answer.
“I only had a dance belt in the studio,” I explain through gritted teeth.
“But this whole time? With the zipper and—” She gestureswithmy hard-on, eliciting another groan and a drop of precum. “Didn’t it hurt?”
“Yes.” I meet her eyes and let her drink it in, watching her pupils blow. It’s not quite a confession, but the dark cord binding us draws tighter until I close my fingers over hers and squeeze.
“Do you want me to kiss it better?” Without hesitation, she bends her head and places a tantalizing, open-mouthed kiss on the head of my dick, flicking her tongue out to gather the glistening drop.
“No.”Holy shit.I tug her back up with a fist in her hair. In my current state, I’ll last about five seconds if I have to watch her swallow my cock. Also, I have a plan for that particular encounter, and I’m keeping it to myself for now.
The rejection renders her off balance, the wary confusion on her moonlit face giving me a sadistic thrill. Stepping off the back of the bed, I strip my shirt off and palm my cock.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I tell her. “I’m going to use you until you think you can’t take it anymore.” I drop my jeans and stalk toward her, crawling back up the bed. “And then I’m going to fuck you deeper.”
She falls back as I advance, until she’s spread beneath me like an offering. When she reaches up to pull me in for another kiss, I capture her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her tousled hair and running a thumb over the welts left by the chains. “Do they hurt?”
“Yes.”
I apply pressure until I can feel the bones slide together, fragile under the skin.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes. Oh god, Gale,please.”
I line myself up, teasing her slick entrance with the tip of my cock. “What’s your safeword?”
She goes stiff, panic flashing across her features.
What the fuck?
“You need a safeword if we’re playing this game.”
“No.” She arches up and presses her breasts into my chest, squirming in my grip and trying to impale herself on my cock. I pull back, holding her in place with a hand on her hip.
“Safeword, Gia. Now.”
She glares at me, hatred and lust swirling in an intoxicating storm. She needs to give me this because there’s no way I can stop now.
“Lyot.”
I surge into her, seating myself to the hilt, and the word ends in a cry.
“If you think saying another guy’s name in my bed is going to stop me from doing every depraved thing I want to you,” I murmur along her jaw, leaning in and nipping her earlobe hard enough to make her whimper. “You should have picked a different guy.”
“What’s the point of a safeword if it’s not going to make you stop?” she asks, clinging to her rebellion even as her legs wrap around me and she rocks her hips into mine. “Why did you make me give you one?”
“Because I want you to give me everything.” I glide out slowly, savoring the drag of her impossibly tight walls, and surge back hard.Because I’d sell my soul to see what you look like when yougive up the last piece of yours.“And because I wanted to see what you’d choose.”
I let myself go and keep my promises, and the only name she cries for the rest of the night is mine.
I’m not sure whether to be sorry or relieved when Gia staggers back to her own room after we’re done making each other bleed, but waking up alone the next morning with a raging hard-on tips the fucking scales. Next time, I’m keeping her.
