Chapter 16 #2
He then turns me around and bends me over the black bench, positioning me exactly where he wants me.
His movements are quick and efficient as he secures the leather cuffs around my wrists, the soft leather tight against my skin.
I can hear him moving behind me, feel his presence, the anticipation building as he hikes my legs up onto the knee rests.
He cuffs my ankles too, spreading my legs so far apart that I feel the stretch in my thighs.
He doesn’t stop until I hear the metallic click of the locks, securing me in a position that’s both humiliating and exhilarating.
“Fuck, Peach,” he breathes in awe. “You’re so beautiful like this. So vulnerable.” His hand runs down my back, a gentle caress that makes me arch into his touch. I am vulnerable, completely at his mercy, and yet I’ve never felt safer, more protected.
He smacks my ass, hard enough to sting, and I yelp, the sound echoing in the room. I can feel the heat radiating from where his hand connected, and I know it’s going to leave a mark.
“Perfect,” he mutters, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. He walks around the bench until he’s standing in front of me, his eyes dark and intense as they rake over my bound form. That’s when I realize I’m perfectly aligned with his cock. My mouth goes dry as I remember the sheer size of him.
I lift my head to look at him, and he bends down, pulling out a chin rest and positioning it under my face to support my head.
“Don’t look at me like that, baby,” he murmurs with a mix of amusement and desire.
“Your fear is such a turn-on.” He reaches for the waistband of his sweatpants and boxer briefs, pulling them down in one fluid motion and stepping out of them.
His cock hangs heavy between his legs. It’s even more intimidating up close, thick and hard, and long, with two pulsating veins protruding along the sides.
My heart races as I realize what he’s expecting from me.
But I want this. I want to show him how much I can take, how much I’m willing to give. I want to be everything he desires, and the thought of pleasing him, of hearing him groan and moan because of me, sends a rush of arousal straight to my core. I can do this. I will do this. For him.
I brace myself on the chin rest, feeling the cold leather against my skin.
It forces me to keep my head up, my eyes level with his throbbing erection.
I can hear my own breathing, shaky and uneven, as he strokes himself slowly, watching me with that predatory look that makes me feel like prey, and I love it.
“Look at you,” he says, almost to himself. “So fucking beautiful, bound and helpless, waiting to take me in your mouth.” His hand moves to my hair, fingers threading through it gently before tugging lightly, just enough to make me whimper. “Do you have any idea how much I want to ruin you?”
I shiver at his words, the heat in his gaze, the raw need in his voice. “Please, Sir,” I whisper, my voice trembling. I’m not sure what I’m asking for, but I know I need it. I need him to take control, to push me beyond my limits.
“Open,” he commands.
And I do. My lips part for him as I try to relax my jaw, even though nerves still twist tight in my stomach.
A dark, satisfied expression spreads across his face like he’s already won.
“Come on, Peach,” he drawls. “You’re gonna have to open wider than that if you want to take me.”
He brushes a thumb along my bottom lip, gaze locked on my mouth like he’s imagining every filthy thing he’s about to do with it.
“You’re not scared, are you?” He cocks his head like he already knows the answer. “You want this. I can see it in those eyes. But I’m not going easy on that pretty little mouth just because you’re nervous.”
He leans in, voice dropping lower. “Now try again. Wider. Like a good girl.”
I do exactly what he says, parting my lips further, stretching for him, offering myself without a word. His smirk deepens, like he knew I’d obey eventually.
“Attagirl.”
Then he starts slow, teasing me, sliding just the tip of his cock between my lips, letting me taste him.
I flick my tongue over the head, savoring the silky smoothness of his skin and the slight saltiness of his pre-cum.
His hand fists tighter in my hair, and I moan around him, my body straining uselessly against the cuffs.
I want to touch him. To pull him deeper. To feel everything.
“Good girl,” he growls, a dark praise that hits straight between my legs. “Take more, Peach. I want to see you struggle.”
Then he pushes in deeper, stretching my mouth, inch by inch, filling me more than I ever thought I could take. My jaw aches, my eyes water. And still, I want more.
He pulls back, just enough to let me breathe, then slides forward again, deeper this time. I gag slightly.
“You can do it, Peach,” he murmurs, his free hand stroking gently through my hair. “You’re doing so well. Just a little more.”
That mix of filth and praise wrecks me. The stretch. The heat. His voice. It’s too much, and not enough.
I blink up at him, tears clinging to my lashes, and he looks down at me like I’m something sacred. His.
He brushes the wetness on my cheek, collecting the tear before it can fall. The touch is impossibly gentle.
“Shhh… I know.” His words are roughened by something that sounds too much like tenderness. “I know.”
The sound of his voice floods through me as if he’s coaxing the ache itself to quiet. His gaze doesn’t waver. There’s pride there, yes, but also reverence, a kind of unspoken worship that makes my chest ache.
“That’s it,” he grunts, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm now, fucking my mouth in a way that’s both rough and controlled. “Fuck, you’re perfect. Taking me so deep, like a good. Fucking. Girl. My good fucking girl!”
I moan around him, my body aching with desire, my nipples hard against the cold leather of the bench, my pussy dripping with need.
I want him inside me, filling me completely, owning me in every way.
But for now, I’m content to be here, bound for him, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, my world narrowing down to the feel of him, the sound of his pleasure, the intoxicating taste of him on my tongue.
He pulls out suddenly, and I gasp for air, my chest heaving as I look up at him, dazed and desperate.
The look on his face is devastating, dark, and possessive, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that makes my heart skip a beat.
“You did so well, Peach,” he praises, voice like velvet wrapping around me.
“Do you want to use your safe word, or…?”
I shake my head frantically. “I’m fine. I want more.” His lips curl into a satisfied smile, his eyes never leaving mine as he moves behind me.
Suddenly, his fingers are inside me, and I cry out as he thrusts one, then two, then three fingers deep. “Ohhh, Sirrr!” I sob, my body arching into his touch. I know he’s trying to stretch me, to prepare me for his size, but even this feels like too much, like I’m going to break.
“What’s your color?” he asks as he pours lube between my cheeks, the cool liquid making me shiver. His fingers pump in and out, relentless, making it impossible to think, let alone to answer. Then, just as suddenly, he pulls them out, leaving me feeling empty and aching.
“Sir, please…” I whimper, desperate for more, for anything.
“Your color, Blair, what is your color?” His voice is sharp and demanding, and I force myself to focus.
“Oh… I… green, Sir, green!” I sob, and he’s back, his fingers plunging into me again, stretching me open with four this time.
“Ahhh!” The burn is intense and overwhelming, but I don’t care.
I’m lost in the sensation, in the way he’s playing my body like an instrument, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Please,” I beg, tears and saliva running down my face as he fingers me within an inch of my life. “Sirrr, I’m going to—oh, fuck!”
“Come on, finish for me.” It’s like his words are a command my body can’t resist. I shatter around him, my body convulsing as my orgasm crashes over me, but he doesn’t give me a moment to recover.
Before the waves have even subsided, he’s lining himself up and pushing inside me, stretching me impossibly wide as another orgasm tears through me, leaving me trembling and weak.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groans. His hands are gripping my hips so tightly I’m sure I’ll have bruises tomorrow, but I don’t care. All I can think about is the way he’s filling me, the way he’s making me feel like I’m being consumed by fire.
“Sir, I… I can’t… It’s too much,” I whimper, feeling the edges of a third orgasm already building, and I’m terrified. I don’t know if I can survive another one. “Please, it’s too much.”
“You can take it,” he says, dark and soothing as if he’s comforting a frightened animal. “Take what I’m giving you, baby. You got it?” He spanks my ass hard when I don’t answer immediately, the sharp sting making me cry out. “I know you fucking heard me,” he growls, and I nod frantically.
“Yes, I got it. I got it!” I’m sobbing, my body shaking as he starts to fuck me in earnest, his thrusts hard and fast, each one pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
I should have run when I had the chance, but now that he’s ruined me, nothing and no one will ever compare.
“Why can’t I get enough of you? Hmm?” His thrusts turn punishing as he grips my hips tighter, pulling me back to meet each powerful thrust. “What have you done to me, Blair?”
“I don’t know!” I wail, my mind a chaotic mess of need and pleasure and pain. “Please, I don’t know!” I don’t even know what I’m begging for anymore, but I want it. Whatever it is, I want it so badly it hurts.
“You want this nut?” His voice is a low, brutal taunt, like he already knows the answer but needs to hear me say it. I nod frantically, tears streaking my face, mouth open and gasping for air.
“You want me to fill this tight little pussy with my nut? Paint your walls with it? Stuff you so full it leaks down your thighs for hours?”
“Oh God, yes!” The words rip out of me, shameless and wild. “Please, Sir, please, I want it so bad.”
“Then give me one more, baby,” he growls. “Soak this dick. Come all over me, and I’ll fill you until you can’t hold any more. I’ll ruin you so good you’ll feel me every time you fucking move.”
“I can’t!” I sob, my body quaking, everything stretched too tight. I’m already wrecked, completely undone, but he’s still pushing me.
“Yes the fuck you can,” he snarls, one hand slipping between my thighs and rubbing hard, relentless circles on my clit.
“I can’t, Sir, I… oh my God!” I scream as the orgasm rips through me, violent and blinding, my body locking around him like a vice. I shatter, raw and gasping, crying out as pleasure detonates inside me.
“Fuck… fuck, Blair…” he slams his hips forward one last time before he lets go, filling me with thick, hot pulses that don’t seem to end. His cock jerks deep inside me, and I feel every drop.
So much.
Too much.
It spills out as he’s still buried in me, our bodies locked, trembling, soaked in sweat and sin.
And I never want to come back from this.
I’m barely conscious, barely aware as he pulls out of me, my body limp and trembling as he releases the cuffs and gathers me into his arms. I feel the bed beneath me, soft and warm, and then the warm touch of a washcloth between my legs as he cleans me gently.
I shiver, and he’s there, wrapping himself around me, his warmth chasing away the cold. “Shh, I got you, baby,” he says soothingly as he holds me close. “My perfect girl, I got you.”
“Don’t leave me,” I whisper, my words slurred with exhaustion.
“I won’t, Peach,” he whispers back, his lips brushing my forehead. “I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”
And with that, I let the darkness take me, feeling safe and warm in his arms.