Chapter 32 #2
Stripping it from my arms, he tossed it across the room.
I glanced at the large, mirrored window set above us in the wall. Sinclair and Presley were in there right now watching us. The thought made my pussy pulse in a way I never expected.
Taking what he wanted, Boston unclipped my bra, then stalked around me to swipe it from my arms, tossing it to the corner with my shirt.
“Take off your panties.”
His eyes were hard, dark pools, and he stared at my body like an animal salivating over a piece of hide he was about to tear apart. Part of me hoped that was true.
While there was a part of me that was unsure, maybe even a little scared of what was to come, there was no denying the slick heat between my legs and the anticipation pooling in my stomach.
Bending at the waist, I hooked my thumbs in my black lace underwear and slid it down my legs, leaving me in nothing but my black leather mini skirt and pink stiletto heels. Stepping out of my underwear, I handed them to Boston.
He gripped them in his fist, bringing them to his nose and inhaling deeply, his eyes closing.
I pressed my lips together, surprised at the way my body reacted to the move.
Possessive.
That was the only word to describe his demeanor right now; he wanted to own me and I was going to let him.
He tilted his head towards a large stainless-steel table in the right corner of the room. “Bend over the table.”
Keeping my eyes locked on his for as long as I could, I moved to the table to stand at one end, the table stretched out in front of me.
“Bend over,” Boston commanded and my body instantly obeyed.
I leaned forward, the cold metal biting into my hips and forearms. I hovered my exposed breasts just above the surface.
Boston’s voice was a low growl. “All the way down.”
Gripping the edges and biting down on my grimace, I dropped my chest and stomach. The freezing cold metal met my skin and I flinched. My cheek was the last thing to meet the icy surface.
Without panties, my short skirt didn’t hide much.
Boston must have a perfect view of my exposed core.
He moved behind me, using his foot to slide my right ankle towards the table leg.
I gave a small jolt of surprise when he wrapped some kind of thick buckle around my ankle, attaching it to the table leg.
He did the same with my left ankle, ensuring my top half was the only part I could move.
He stalked around in front of me to the other end of the table, his fingers closing around my left wrist. He tugged it out from underneath me, my arm stretching the length of it, then did the same with my right, handcuffing me.
Then he clipped a chain to the handcuffs that was attached to a bolt in the floor, chaining me down to the cold surface.
My heart pounded hard in my chest, anticipation vibrating through me.
Boston moved behind me again, his large, warm hand gliding over my exposed ass.
He groaned like he was in pain. “You look phenomenal strapped down and spread out for me like this, Firecracker.”
Something inside me preened, and I found myself desperate to please him. A surge of desire pulsed through me.
The warmth of his palm disappeared from my skin and I held back a whimper at the loss of him. Then his palm cracked hard against my ass cheek and I cried out on instinct.
My skin stung and my pussy pounded between my legs, the feeling intensifying when his hand smacked against my ass in the exact same spot.
When he did it a third time, the mix of pleasure and pain made me moan long and loud.
“Does my Firecracker like it when it hurts a little?”
Boston shoved a finger between my slick folds, thrusting it roughly in and out of me. Sensations pinged around my body. The feel of him inside me, the stinging of my ass, the cold metal of the table beneath me, and the handcuffs biting into my wrists. It was intense in the best possible way.
His finger kept thrusting and I jolted when his tongue brushed over my ass. My puckered hole clenched as he tongued at it, his grunts of pleasure making me impossibly wetter.
“You have the most perfect ass.”
His hand cracked over the cheek again, jolting me against the table.
Fuck me, I was about to explode. My body didn’t know what to feel and my brain didn’t know how to think.
Boston moved away from me, the sound of his zipper dropping and material being removed filled the room, followed by chains or something similar tinkering.
He appeared at the head of the table and I lifted my head. His incredible cock was at my eye level, making my mouth water.
“Lift your head higher, Firecracker.”
I did as I was told, and a thick black leather collar with five steel rings attached to it came around my throat. Boston fastened the buckle, then moved back around to the other end of the table. He attached some kind of strap to the loop at the back.
“When I pull on this,” he tugged slightly on the strap and the leather at my throat tightened. “That’s what happens. Do you remember your safe word?”
I nodded.
“Answer me, Dempsey.”
“Yes…” I all but panted with a mix of wanting and adrenaline. I’d never done anything like this in my life. While I was apprehensive, I also wanted it so badly.
Boston smoothed a hand down my spine, caressing me with a kind of possession that drove me wild.
“You know I like it rough,” he said in that dark voice he’d used from the moment he’d shut us in here. “So this is going to be hard, and fast, and rough as hell. But you’re going to give it to me, aren’t you, Firecracker?”
He gave a small jerk on the strap and I whimpered and nodded.
“Yes, Boston.”
He let out a low satisfied rumble at my acquiescence and moved around behind me.
“You’re not ready for my cock yet though, pretty thing.”
He flicked a switch and a buzzing filled the room.
“I wanted you desperate for me.”
He shoved a thick vibrator inside me in one hard thrust, my body jolting. Sensation hummed through me and my senses jacked up into overdrive.
“Oh god,” I moaned, and he pulled it out, thrusting it back in just as hard.
“How does it feel, baby?” Boston demanded.
“Good. So good. I need more.”
I needed him.
I didn’t want toys designed to please me. I wanted a man. My man. And his thick, hard cock to make me scream.
“You’re going to get it, but not yet. I need you dripping for me first.”
He left the vibrator inside me, making me squirm on the table, and moved somewhere in the room. He returned, some kind of bottle in his hand.
“This might hurt a little but I want you to take it for me.”
His hands moved, and hot oil landed on my back with a sting. I hissed out a noise. It didn’t burn, but the heat was close to it.
“Look at you, taking the pain like a good girl,” Boston said darkly.
He discarded the bottle and smeared the hot oil all over my back, my arms, my ass, and down my legs until my whole body burned with heat. Mixed with the vibrator lodged inside me, I was about to combust.
“Fucking hell, Firecracker, you look like my fantasy come to life.”
He cracked a hand over my ass, harder this time. Pain seared through me when he landed on the exact same spot he’d already spanked me. The pain mixed with the pleasure of the vibrator buzzing inside me and the hot oil on my body made me scream.
Boston let out a low groan. “Enough torture for both of us, I need to fuck you.”
The vibrator disappeared from inside me. Boston gripped my hips with both hands, and thrust into me without warning, all the way to the hilt.
“Fuck, Boston,” I half-moaned, half-whimpered. A small sob escaped me.
This was the most my body had ever felt. Every nerve in me was alive.
Boston picked up the strap attached to the collar at my neck and wrapped it in his fist.
“Hold on, baby, this is going to be one hell of a ride.”
He slid out of me, then slammed back in so hard and deep my body jolted up the bench.
I moaned Boston’s name and he didn’t hesitate.
He slammed into me again, so roughly my heartbeat with a rabid bat in my chest, and when he pulled on the strap, the collar tightened another notch at my throat, sending sparks shooting around my already heavily aroused body.
With every hard, pleasure-fuelled slam inside me, Boston pulled on the strap causing the collar to tighten. My pulse pounded in my ears, my chest, between my legs. It was becoming hard to breathe, my body zeroed in on the way Boston filled me with his cock as he thrust into me.
Boston didn’t let up. He was just getting started.
He grunted as he rutted into me, tugging the strap so tight my head reared up off the table.
“Fuck, give me more Dempsey. Every time that damn collar tightens, your pussy chokes my cock.”
He jerked the strap again, my throat compressing under the collar, my eyes starting to water. Safe word be damned now, I didn’t think I could utter it even if I wanted to.
My hands clasped into fists at the pleasure building inside me, directly at war with the pain at my throat and my hips where Boston slammed me into the table.
My nails dug into my palms when Boston thrust into me so hard and rough that I jolted against the bench again, the collar so tight I could barely breathe.
Tears streamed down my cheeks but I didn’t want to stop. Boston spanked me with every thrust of his cock, and pain seared through me. I was on the verge of coming harder than I ever had in my entire life.
When the collar tightened on the next thrust, an edge of panic crept in. It was almost impossible to get air in.
“Fuck, Dempsey. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Boston swore from behind me when I clenched so hard around him. He was close to coming, and I was right there with him.
I wanted it so badly.
Frantic banging on the mirrors startled me, and Boston stopped his thrusts. I wanted to whimper, but I couldn’t get the air into my lungs.
I wanted him to keep going. I needed it. My body was set to combust, I was so close to coming with the most intense orgasm I knew I’d ever experience.
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