15. Adriana #3
"You heard me." He pulls away from me, leaning over to open a drawer in the nightstand. When he pulls out a length of soft rope, my heart starts pounding.
"Lachlan—"
"Say the word if you don't want this." His eyes are intense on mine. "Say it, and I stop. But if you don't say it, I'm going to tie your wrists to the headboard and fuck you until you can't remember your own name."
My throat tightens. I stare up at him, feeling myself beginning to tremble, too.
"Do it," I whisper. His answering smile is dark and triumphant.
I don't make it easy for him. When he reaches for my wrist, I try to yank it away, scratching at him.
My nails cut into his skin, but he ignores it, grabbing my wrist and binding it to the headboard with the soft, almost silky rope.
I smack at him with my free hand, writhing and fighting back with everything I can summon, but he overpowers me easily, binding my other wrist, too.
I'm breathless, panting, and flushed, but when I kick at him, bucking off of the bed, he pins my thighs down with both hands, holding me in place.
His cock is dark with blood, throbbing against his abdomen, dripping pre-cum. His blue eyes lock onto mine, pupils blown wide with lust.
"How does it feel?" His voice is low and cracked with need.
"Like I'm trapped."
"But you're not." He leans down, his mouth against my ear. "You have the power here, Adriana. You say the word, and I untie you. You're in control. Not me."
He settles between my thighs, his hands on my hips to keep me from continuing to buck and fight against him. I can feel him, hard and hot against me. He doesn't push inside, not yet. Just rocks against me, the friction making me gasp and arch up against him.
"Please." I sob out the word, forgetting to keep fighting, and he groans, his forehead resting against mine.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me. Please, Lachlan. I need—I need you."
I feel his cock jerk against me. "Fuck," he groans. "God, just that makes me feel like I'm going to come. Hearing you beg for me, Adri…" He thrusts against my oversensitive clit. "Fuck, I want to come all over you."
"Come in me," I whisper, and his jaw goes tight, his entire body shuddering. For a second I think he's going to lose it, but he grabs my thighs, pushing them apart as I feel the blunt tip of his cock against my entrance.
"Fuck, yes," he groans. "I'm going to. I'm going to fill you so fucking full—"
He pushes inside me in one hard thrust, and I cry out, my back arching and my wrists pulling against the rope. He's so big, stretching me, filling me, and it's been so long, so fucking long. It hurts and feels good, and I can't breathe.
"Fuck." His voice is strained, and he's shaking, his hands gripping my hips so tight I know there will be bruises. "You feel—God, Adriana, you feel so good. Oh God. Oh Christ, I can't…"
He pulls out and thrusts back in, harder this time.
I moan raggedly, my body adjusting to him, welcoming him.
He sets a brutal pace, pounding into me, and I can feel every inch of him, can feel the way he's claiming me, marking me, making me his.
There's no one to stop us this time, no one to ruin this, and the feeling makes my heart unexpectedly soar in my chest.
"Fuck, I can't slow down," he gasps. "God, I wanted to make it last, but you feel so good… I need to fuck you hard, harder…"
He slams into me again. "Say my name, baby," he growls. "Tell me you know whose cock you belong on."
When he sinks into me, I moan, gasping. "Lachlan!"
"Yes," I gasp, arching beneath him, straining against the ropes around my wrists. "Lachlan!" Louder this time, and he groans, his hips snapping forward.
"That's right. You're mine, Adriana. You've always been mine."
And he's right. In this moment, with him inside me and my body on fire, I am his, completely and utterly.
He's right, too, that I always have been. I could never be anyone else's.
The orgasm builds again, faster this time, and I can feel it coiling tight in my belly. "I'm going to—"
"Come for me." His hand slides between us, his thumb finding my clit, and I shatter.
The orgasm tears through me, and I scream his name, my body convulsing around him. He doesn't stop, doesn't slow down, just keeps pounding into me, groaning as I feel him suddenly go tense.
Every muscle in his body locks, his hands gripping my hips so tight it hurts. He buries himself deep inside me, and I can feel him pulsing, filling me for the first time in ten years. It's too much, too intense, and I can feel myself crying, tears streaming down my face.
He collapses on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. We're both gasping for breath. "Adriana." My name is a whisper against my skin, and I can feel him trembling against me.
"I'm here," I whisper, my voice trembling like everything else. "I'm here."
We lie like that for a long moment, our bodies still joined, our hearts pounding in sync. And then I feel him start to harden inside me again, and I realize with a shock that he's not done.
"Lachlan—"
"I want you again." His voice is rough and desperate. "I need you again. I need to make sure you know you're mine."
"I can't—" I'm exhausted, wrung out, but even as I say it, I can feel my body responding, the heat building again.
"You can." He pulls out of me, and I whimper at the loss. I feel him pressed against me, the tip of his cock nudging against my oversensitized clit, thick and sticky with my arousal and his cum. "Say the word if you want me to stop."