Chapter 23 #2
She let go of the leash. “Sit on the couch and you’ll find out.”
Don’t have to ask me fucking twice.
My eyes ran over everything as I made my way over to it. Fuck. I wanted to try it all. Anything and everything.
I plopped my ass down on the couch, trying to contain myself. My cock was rock-hard at all the possibilities that room held. Lyla stood in front of me, completely fucking naked except for the black heels on her feet.
“You. Are. Fucking. Stunning,” I breathed out.
Smirk in place, she picked up her hair, twisting it into a bun at the nape of her neck before shoving a long, red pin through it to keep it secure. “You’re so sweet to me, baby.”
“The things I want to do to you are very unsweet.” They were downright fucking filthy.
The smirk didn’t waver. “All in good time. Now, place your hands in the cuffs on top of the couch.”
I did as she commanded without hesitation.
There were also cuffs at the bottom of the couch—I found that out when she shackled me into them, snapping them closed around my ankles.
Lyla moved behind the couch next, doing the same thing to my wrists.
I didn’t even have to stretch to try to accommodate them.
“How are these the perfect distance apart?” I asked, watching her with fascination.
“I measured the length of your arms when you were sleeping and had it designed to the exact right specifications, of course.”
“Oh, of course.” I chuckled. “How silly of me to ask.”
“Yes, so silly.”
She unclasped the leash from the front metal ring, attached it to one at the back, and pulled. My head tilted back, and I watched her secure the leash around another metal ring on the floor behind the couch. When she stood, I tried to move.
I couldn’t. I was completely restrained from head to fucking toe, and I liked it. I was stretched out completely, my thighs spread wide, my arms extended along the back of the couch, wholeheartedly at her mercy. My cock throbbed at the picture I made. I held in a groan filled with pure pleasure.
I tracked Lyla through the mirror as she circled me, admiring her work. “God, do you have any idea how good you look like this?”
“Not to toot my own horn, but yeah, I kinda do,” I panted, squirming. Pressure was building inside me, and I felt like I needed to release it soon or I would fucking explode.
“It’s so much better than I ever could have imagined. I just want to keep you in here forever, tied down like this, so you can never leave. So I can use you whenever I want.”
A shudder wracked through me. “Can you touch me now? Please. I don’t think I can take much more of this.”
She stopped. “Bad?” she asked, concerned.
“Fucking good,” I groaned. The feeling of the cuffs digging into my wrists and ankles, the tight, unwavering pressure of the collar around my throat, heightened everything. Made everything feel so much more incredible. My senses were going into overload. I needed relief. I needed it immediately.
“Oh, baby.” She chuckled. “We’re only just getting started.”
“I was afraid you were going to say that,” I whined.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it worth it.” She retrieved something from the trunk along the far wall and returned to stand in front of me. Silver glinted in the light, and I saw it.
A dagger.
“Red line?” she asked, holding it up so I could see it clearly in the mirror.
“No,” I gasped, shaking my head. The collar restricted my movements, my head only being able to move slightly.
The tip of the blade touched my chest. I sucked in a harsh breath. She trailed it down slowly, so fucking slowly, and my breathing increased in anticipation, my chest rising and falling rapidly. It didn’t feel as sharp as what I had anticipated, and I wondered if Lyla had perhaps dulled it down.
She stopped at the top of pelvis. “Red line?”
Jesus, fuck. What was she going to do? Drag it along my dick? Why was I hoping that was her intention? I really was fucked up.
“No,” I groaned.
“You sure?”
“As long as you don’t cut it off, we’re good.”
A soft chuckle fell from her lips. “This is one of my favorite parts of your body. I would never dream of cutting it off. Except maybe to memorialize it and have it sitting on my mantelpiece.”
“Weird, but I’m kinda into it.”
Another throaty chuckle. I liked that I could make her laugh.
Entranced, I watched as Lyla moved the blade lower and lower. My breath caught in my throat at the sight. She could fucking end me right there and then, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to stop her.
It turned me on so fucking much.
My cock stood tall, hard as a rock. Slowly and very carefully, she ran the dagger along my shaft.
Lyla’s soft, breathy moans, the sensation of the blade touching me in my most vulnerable, intimate parts, and watching her do it all from above was fucking incredible.
Indescribable. She was barely fucking touching me, and I felt as though I was going to come.
“Jesus, oh, fuck,” I moaned, my body shaking. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but it feels so good.”
“Good. I’m glad.” Her voice was somewhat strained, and I wondered if she was having trouble holding herself back too.
“When you said you wanted to play with me, I had no idea what that entailed.”
“Honestly,” she began, blowing out a rough breath, “I planned to play for a while, but I don’t know if I can wait any longer. Seeing you like this, so pliable and so submissive…I need to fuck you, and I need to fuck you now.”
That sounded both amazing and torturous at the same time. I wanted her to continue. To continue edging me in a way I had never envisioned before. But then I also wanted to be buried so deep in that tight little pussy that I could barely fucking breathe.
She threw the dagger away and dropped to her knees right between my legs. Her hot mouth closed around the head of my cock, and I jolted at the contact, a burst of pleasure shooting up my body.
“Fucking hell,” I blew out, a feeling of pure ecstasy coursing through me. My eyes were glued to the mirror, watching her as she swallowed me down. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed. Installing a mirror on the ceiling? Fucking genius.
It ended far too quickly, but I wasn’t complaining because she got to her feet, eyes burning, and I just knew I was going to get well and truly fucked.
Man, being submissive is awesome.
She retrieved a condom from the side table next to the bed and returned quickly. My body strained to be closer to her, and for the first time since she’d strapped me down, I tried to move, stretching toward her.
The wicked smirk on her face told me she saw it and enjoyed it. Enjoyed the desperation I had for her. “Are you ready to be used, baby?”
My hips thrusted forward in anticipation, completely out of my control. “Yes.” God fucking yes. “I’m yours to use, Huntress.”
She knelt, knees on either side of my waist, and hovered over me, just outside of reach.
It was complete fucking torture.
“Are you sure you’ve never submitted to anyone before? Because you do it so fucking well.”
Her praise washed through me, a sense of warmth and light blooming in my stomach. “I’m just naturally good at everything I do.”
“So humble,” she chuckled. Lyla ripped the condom open with her mouth. “I’m going to use you like my own personal sex toy now, baby. And you’re going to sit there and take it, aren’t you?”
My head was fucking swimming. I had to remind myself that she liked it when I spoke. “Yes,” I panted.
Sexy smirk still in place, she unclipped the leash and freed my head to move. I looked down at her body. Her tits, tight and perky, were right at eye level. My mouth watered, desperation filling my bones.
Slowly, sensually, she rolled the condom down my cock.
Lyla grabbed my chin in a rough and punishing grip. “Look up, baby. Eyes on the mirror. Watch me fucking own you.” Then, she dropped herself down on me.
Pleasure shot up my spine. “Fuck!” I yelled, my body arching upward. The bite of the cuffs around my wrists and ankles only heightened the pleasure, the feel of everything.
“Yesssss,” Lyla dragged out, her hands moving up to tangle in her hair. “Yes, baby. Yes.”
Her pussy was hot and tight. Sensational. I watched her in the ceiling above me, my gaze locked on the way she moved, the curve of her spine, her hips, fucking everything.
The image of me, spread out before her, cuffed, tied down, her black collar around my neck, and her riding the absolute fuck out of me would be forever seared into my brain. Would be the only thing I thought about anytime I self-pleasured from then until the day I fucking died.
“Lyla,” I moaned, my body jostling every time she dropped down on me. “You feel amazing. Fucking hell.”
Her pace increased, her breathing fastening as she chased her pleasure. As she used me. Her hands came up the side of my face and pulled me toward her. My lips sealed around her nipple.
“Suck hard, baby. Suck, suck, suck,” she chanted, and I did as she commanded. Lyla’s back arched, pushing her breast so far into my mouth it was almost suffocating, and I fucking loved it.
“I’m not going to last long.” Her hips swirled, and she changed momentum, going from up and down to back and forth. The sudden change sent a burst of pleasure shooting up my cock. “Blyad, fuck.”
Her tit fell out of my mouth with a wet plop. “Keep speaking Russian to me, baby. Keep going. God, don’t stop.”
“Ty byla sozdana, chtoby napolnit’ menya. Sozdana, chtoby udovletvorit’ menya. Sozdana, chtoby byt’ moya,” You were made to fill me. Made to please me. Made to be mine, she groaned.
I couldn’t deny her words even if I wanted to. Lyla was right. I was hers. She was mine. We were perfect for each other. Made for each other.
Lyla fucked and fucked and fucked, mumbling incoherent words in Russian, filled with pleasure.
I expected her to slow down, to become exhausted from all the work she was putting in.
But she just kept going, and I knew my release was torpedoing to the surface.
I was dying to touch her, to grab her hips and slam her down on my cock.
But I also loved being totally and completely at her mercy like that.
Who knew being restrained could be so much fucking fun?
That telltale tingle in my balls made me shiver. I was going to come. My eyes darted up to the mirror. I wanted that image of me tied down and taking her fucking in my head when I—
“Lyla!” My body locked. A powerful, mind-numbing orgasm ripped through me, and I could feel every shot of cum jerk out of my cock.
Lyla reared forward, and her teeth latched onto my shoulder as she let loose a cry of pure pleasure, her pussy spasming around me.
A bite of pain mingled with the ecstasy flowing through my body, and it heightened everything, my entire body trembling at the rush of endorphins bombarding me.
At the feel of her pussy clamping down hard, squeezing my cock.
She slumped on me. The weight of her body on mine was perfect. It felt right, and I wanted desperately in that moment to wrap my arms around her and hold her close.
Lyla leaned back, and dazed, pleasure-filled eyes locked with mine. Our chests brushed against one another as we both breathed heavily, our gazes unable to move. I couldn’t stop looking at her. She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.
A beautiful, tender moment passed between us. Her hand came up and brushed a lock of hair out of my face. “I’m never letting you go.”
I turned my head to kiss her palm. What scared me the most was that I didn’t want her to.
Lyla only stayed for a moment longer before she got up, disposing of the condom.
She unlocked the cuffs around my ankles and wrists without delay and pulled me to my feet.
I was plagued with lethargy, my body exhausted, and my mind filled with a beautiful hazy feeling that I wanted to remain in for at least a little longer.
Lyla guided me to the bed. The red silk sheets looked like they would feel amazing on my skin. Sliding out of her heels, she climbed onto the bed, still naked, and opened her arms to me.
I wasn’t a big cuddler usually, especially after sex. I never wanted to give my partners the wrong idea—that what happened between us was anything more than just sex.
It didn’t feel that way with Lyla.
I crawled up the bed on my hands and knees and rested my head on her thigh, snuggling in right between her legs. I exhaled deeply, feeling more at peace than I had in a very long time. Her fingers went to my hair, and a small moan fell from my lips as her nails scratched lightly on my scalp.
I fucking love head scratches.
A comfortable silence followed, neither one of us feeling the need to speak, to do anything but enjoy each other’s company and embrace. It was so comfortable I fell asleep almost instantly.