Chapter 32 #2
His cock digs in again as he presses into, grinding as his body moves against mine. My weight drops as I pull against the rope and he laughs low, his movements growing harder as he eases his ache and increases mine.
My legs are drenched and the sheets are worse, and I'm desperate for him to be inside me. I need him to take the ache away and I'd trade almost anything to him for this torture to end.
“Careful, sweetheart. Don't make offers you can't keep,” Luke says, his fingers running over me. “Fuck me, Nia. You're soaked. Do you need my cock that fucking badly? Are you that much of a whore for me?”
I nod and his teeth dig in, biting my shoulder again. His hands slip to my front, groping my breasts as he plays with them, kneading and pinching and making me more aroused.
I moan and writhe, and Luke ignores it all, eventually dropping his hands and playing with my slick. I roll my hips against him and he thrusts his fingers inside me. More than two. I've no idea how many but it feels impossibly full, pinching and tight, but oh so good.
I cry as Luke plays with me, thrusting his fingers in and out. He's far from gentle and I'm losing my mind as my arousal builds and I burn, begging for more.
He stops and I hear him moan as he licks, vaguely aware he's tasting the mess I've made.
I haven't come but I'm delirious, lost in the madness of this moment, and floating on a wave of euphoria.
Luke's completely in control and I know it.
He knows it too and we're in balance, taking and giving what we want and need.
Luke stills and I become more present, stepping out of the warm, dark oblivion I’ve been wrapped in. His nails drag down my back and I arch, straining as the bindings keep me fixed.
My knees move and I wonder why.
Luke thrusts inside me and I scream.
It’s so deep and so full and I cry out, begging for more.
“Take it all, pretty girl.”
Luke’s cock hits hard and deep, and his thrusts are relentless.
His hand holds my shoulder down, forcing me to take the full force of every goddamn movement he makes and it’s heaven and hell.
His dick slides along the wall of my pussy and my cunt squeezes around him, its tightness increasing my pleasure.
And his as well.
“Goddess, you’re tight,” he rasps. “So fucking tight. And wet.”
“You’re hurting…” my voice trails off into a moan of pleasure. “It’s too much… Luke, I can’t…”
I mumble incoherently as I drift away, losing myself in him and our connection.
There’s just Luke. Just he and I. I don’t know where I am, let alone where I end and he begins and our connection changes, somehow strengthening as our bodies meet and our souls collide.
We’re driving each other towards climax and I won’t be able to hold.
Not when it’s this damn good.
Not when the pleasure washing over me is this intense.
Not when I have no control.
“Come when you want, Nia,” Luke rasps, his voice as strained as I imagine his muscles are. “I not going to stop if you do. I’ll fuck you through your orgasm and into another and another. You're my whore, and we’re done when I say we’re done, sweetheart. And I’m feral.”
I shudder and he groans and my orgasm breaks, shattering any semblance of sanity I’m clinging onto.
Luke’s thrusts turn ragged and his movements become as erratic as his breathing, leaving me screaming and writhing.
I’m held in place, unable to do anything but take everything he’s pounding into me and my cries grow louder and more desperate as my pleasure tinges with pain, both sensations exquisite and drawing my climax out.
Luke roars and his fingers dig in. His cock jerks inside me and I’m aware of a different kind of wetness. He slows his thrusts until he’s content to let our hips connect and I feel him swell as I drop my head, exhausted.
“Good girl,” he whispers.
I giggle, far too lost to form coherent speech. Words elude me and I let my head rest on the wooden headboard, panting as I let the heat evaporate from my flushed skin.
Luke’s fingers fiddle with the knots, releasing them surprisingly quickly.
My chest collapses and I rest on my hands, breathing as hard as I was moments ago, unable to slow my racing heart as it pounds within my chest. I shift my weight and Luke groans, his body moving with mine and the discomfort caused by my sudden movement reminds us that we’re tied together.
“Stay still, Nia,” he says, his hand rubbing my back. “You’ll hurt yourself otherwise. I don’t want to hurt you, not like that.”
He lifts me as if I’m weightless and shuffles back, taking me with him as he handles me as if I’m precious. The harsh, unrelenting Luke who fucked me without mercy a few moments ago disappears, replaced by a man who adores and worships me.
The heel of his hand pushes me down until my chest rests on the bed and he sighs, feigning irritation as I make myself comfortable. He’s delighted with himself and he wouldn’t change a single goddamn thing, and he isn’t hiding any of his emotions from me in our bond.
“Rest,” Luke says, planting gentle kisses along the curves and lines of my mark. “I’m not done yet.”
I laugh and I hear his eyebrow rise. “You’re such a tease.”
“Don’t tempt me, Nia. I’ve got lots more toys and I’m only holding off on punishments because you’re so damn cute. So I strongly suggest you behave if you know what’s good for you, or those spankings will be nothing compared with what happens next.”