Chapter 31 Lia #2
“Please,” I beg, my voice carrying through the silent room. “Fuck me harder. Make me yours in front of everyone.”
His pace increases, each thrust pushing me higher into pleasure. The ropes hold me perfectly in place for him to take me exactly as he wants.
“You like being displayed, don't you?” Vane whispers against my ear. “Everyone is watching as I claim what's mine.”
“Yes,” I moan, surrendering completely. “I love being yours. I love everyone knowing it.”
“Say it again,” he demands.
“I'm yours,” I gasp, feeling myself approaching climax. “I've always been yours. Please, Vane... please make me come while everyone watches.”
My body trembles as Vane's thrusts become more deliberate, each one striking that perfect spot deep inside me.
“Everyone's watching you, wildflower,” Vane growls, his fingers digging into my hips.
I moan as he reaches around, his thumb finding my clit. The dual sensations—his cock filling me completely while his finger tracing tight circles against my swollen flesh—send sparks of electricity radiating through my body.
“I can feel how close you are,” he says. “Your pussy's gripping me so tight.”
The pressure builds inside me—different from before, more intense, like a wave gathering strength before it crashes against the shore. My thighs begin to shake, my breath coming in sharp, desperate pants.
“Vane,” I gasp, feeling something unfamiliar yet incredible building. “Something's happening—I can't—”
“Let go,” he commands, pressing harder against my clit. “Give it to me. Show everyone what I do to you.”
Just as I teeter on the edge, Vane suddenly pulls out completely. The loss makes me cry out in desperation, but he's still working my clit with his fingers, and slidding another inside me to press against a spot that makes my vision blur.
“Now,” he demands. “Come for me now.”
The pressure explodes outward, and I moan as liquid gushes from me in an arc that spatters across the mirrored dais. The release is so powerful, so overwhelming that I can't control the sounds tearing from my throat.
“Fuck yes,” Vane growls, his eyes wild with desire as he watches my release splash across the platform. “That's it, wildflower. Show them all what I do to you.”
Before the waves of pleasure even begin to subside, he slams back into me with brutal force, his cock filling the emptiness in one powerful thrust.
“Mine,” he snarls, his pace relentless as he fucks me through the aftershocks.
The pleasure from my first release barely begins to ebb before I feel another wave building inside me. My body, still suspended in the emerald ropes, responds to Vane's relentless pace as if it belongs to him—which, in this moment, it absolutely does.
“Oh god,” I gasp, my inner walls clenching around him. “Vane, I'm going to—”
Before I can finish my sentence, the second orgasm crashes through me, even more powerful than the first. My body shudders in the ropes as another gush of liquid floods from me, drenching his cock as he continues to pound into me.
The sound of wetness fills the air as my release covers him, dripping down onto the platform below.
“That's it,” he growls. “Show them how wet I make you.”
In one fluid motion, Vane shifts his position behind me, his hand wrapping around my throat from behind as he continues thrusting. The new angle allows him to go deeper, hitting spots inside me that make colors explode behind my eyelids.
His grip on my throat tightens—not enough to cut off my air, but enough to remind me who's in control. The pressure of his fingers, combined with the fullness of him inside me, sends sparks through my entire body.
“Harder,” I plead, no longer caring how desperate I sound. “Please, Vane.”
He responds by slamming into me with such force that I see stars, my vision blurring at the edges. The ropes creak with our movement, the bindings shifting against my skin.
A third orgasm builds impossibly fast, gathering intensity as Vane's pace becomes erratic. His breath comes in harsh pants against my ear, his hand still firm around my throat.
“One more time,” he commands. “Come for me again, wildflower.”
My body obeys, a third wave of pleasure crashing through me as my walls clamp down around him. I cry out his name, the sound echoing through the chamber.
With a guttural groan, Vane thrusts deep one final time, his cock pulsing inside me as he fills me with his release.
“Take it,” he growls against my ear, his body pressed flush against mine. “Take every fucking drop.”
I'm floating—both literally in the ropes and metaphorically in the haze of multiple orgasms. Vane slowly, almost reluctantly, pulls out of me. The sensation of emptiness makes me whimper, my body instinctively trying to clench around nothing.
“Look at you,” Vane murmurs, his voice husky with satisfaction. “Dripping with my cum.”
I feel our combined release sliding down my inner thighs, warm and wet. The knowledge that everyone is watching as evidence of our pleasure trickles from my body should be mortifying. Instead, it sends another pulse of arousal through me.
Vane runs his fingers through the slickness between my legs, collecting our mingled release. He walks around to stand before me, brings his hand to my face, pressing his glistening fingers against my lips.
“Open,” he commands, his eyes burning into mine.
I part my lips, allowing his fingers to slide into my mouth. The taste is so good—both of us together on my tongue. I moan around his fingers as I suck them clean, watching his pupils dilate.
“That's it,” he encourages, pushing his fingers deeper. “Taste what happens when you surrender to me.”
I hollow my cheeks, swirling my tongue around his digits, making sure to clean every drop. The rope harness shifts slightly as I move, reminding me of my complete vulnerability—suspended in the air, claimed thoroughly, on display for everyone to see.
When he finally withdraws his fingers from my mouth, he traces them along my jawline, leaving a faint trail of saliva.
“You are fucking gorgeous like this,” Vane says. “Suspended in my ropes, dripping with our cum, marked as mine.” His hand moves to my throat, thumb pressing gently against my pulse point. “Everything I've ever wanted.”
And I can't deny that this man in front of me is everything I've always wanted too.