CHAPTER FORTY-ONE MIND, BODY, AND SOUL LUNA #2
I rarely let my guard down enough for someone to get the jump on me, but I hadn’t even heard the rattle of the metal before he quickly secured them in place.
Breaking the rules, my lids shot open, and I looked toward the pile of my stuff that was near the closet. It was exactly how I’d left it.
“Don’t worry, they’re not yours,” Rhys reassured, reading my mind. And then his palm cracked down on my ass so hard, it nearly took me off my knees. “Now close your eyes.”
Moving discreetly, I felt around the cuff for the open latch that was usually on the novelty pairs so they could be easily removed. I didn’t feel it. And the pair on me were much heavier than the furry kind.
My chest tightened. “I thought you said these aren’t mine.”
“They aren’t. I’d never take the risk of fuckin’ with your equipment and safety.” He lifted his body from mine. “Doesn’t mean they’re not real.”
That tension that’d left my body returned, but only a bit. “Where’d you get them?”
“Borrowed them from NashVille last night.”
I was pretty sure he was joking, but I gagged a little anyway.
He spanked my ass. “You think I’d actually do that shit?”
“No! But even the thought of it was gross.”
“Fair point.” He skimmed his lips up my back. “Ordered them so I could finally live out the fantasy I’ve had since the first time I saw you. You trust me?”
My answer was instantaneous. “Yes.”
“That earned you a reward.”
That was all the warning I got before his hands palmed my ass cheeks to spread me open. His mouth collided with my sex, and he ate.
Devoured me with a brutal intensity that said he didn’t just want my taste on his tongue. He wanted it permanently there. Tattooed into every taste bud.
I was about to fall apart when he eased away to gently lap at me. Flicking the tip of his tongue around my clit. Circling my opening. Trailing up to tease my ass before starting the process all over again.
I worked so hard to stay still, and that was rewarded, too.
“So good, baby.” Rhys swirled his tongue against my clit. “Move all you want. Grind that soaked and swollen pussy against my face. Let me see how bad you need me.”
Thank God.
With permission granted, all bets were off. I did exactly as he wanted, rocking and shifting until I was a panting mess. I worried that I was smothering him, but I was too gone to care much.
I didn’t—I couldn’t—stop to ask if I could come. My body was already shaking with the pent-up release that threatened to obliterate me.
Mind.
Body.
And soul.
He must’ve known, but he didn’t tell me to stop. He didn’t edge me until I was in tears. Moving a hand under me, he stroked my clit and licked deep inside me. He kept the same unhinged intensity as he devoured my release.
Devoured me.
My mind was still a rush of everything and nothing when he moved away. Using a hold on my hips, he positioned my pliable body back where he wanted me. A guttural cry was forced from my mouth when he surged in with brutal force.
And he didn’t ease up.
He fucked me like the only control he had was what he wielded over me.
Another orgasm quickly built and shattered, and I came with a breathless, “Rhys.”
I thought he would follow me over the edge, but like he said, he wanted to take his time with his prize. He slid free and flipped me onto my back before settling between my spread legs again.
His hardness jutted out from his body, thick and proud and glistening with my arousal.
I reached for it.
And was instantly stopped by Rhys grabbing the chain between the two cuffs.
He moved my arms to the left. Then the right. He lowered them so my fingertips just barely grazed the rounded head of his cock before moving me away just as fast.
In my line of work, that weakness and loss of control should’ve been a nightmare. It was ingrained in me to never let anyone get the upper hand or restrain me.
Yet I wasn’t alarmed. Not even on a subconscious level. All I felt was what Rhys did to me. The pleasure he built. The teasing that made my disadvantage all the more evident.
He inclined his head toward his dick. “Wanna touch?”
I let my actions answer for me and reached for him.
He yanked my hands away. “I didn’t say you could. I asked if you wanted to.”
“Yes. Definitely. Desperately. Please.”
“How can I say no when you beg so beautifully?” He lowered my hands, and I wrapped both around him, stacked one on top of the other. Even then, I didn’t cover the whole length.
Using the chain, he slid my hands up and down him. Muscles in his broad shoulders tensed and flexed before he started thrusting into my hold.
Jerking himself off but using me to do it.
“Should I shoot my cum on this pretty pink pussy? Make it even messier than it is?”
“Yes. No.” I tried to focus on his question and not the way he was using me. “Whatever you want.”
“’Cause I won the game?”
I shook my head.
“’Cause you’re handcuffed?”
Another head shake.
“Why then?”
“Because I’m yours to do what you want with.”
I thought he’d already lost control, but I was wrong. At my words, whatever thread he’d been clinging to snapped. He yanked my hands from him so he could fill me with a savage thrust. He didn’t slow or go gentler. Keeping that pace, he slammed into me until I began sliding up the bed.
I reached out automatically to try to grip his arms to hold on, but the metal restraints dug in to stop me. I wanted to touch him. His shoulder. His hair. Something.
He didn’t give me the chance.
Pinning my arms over my head, he gripped my hip in his free hand and lowered his body tight to mine.
The restraints.
His body sliding against me, pinning me to the mattress in multiple spots.
The tight angle he entered me that made it feel like he was splitting me in two in the best way ever.
It was a heady kind of power to be powerless.
My body lit up again, each pleasure atom multiplying until my body tingled with euphoria. I was vaguely aware of Rhys’s harsh groan as warmth filled me only to be pushed back out with each bottomed-out surge, but it was a haze.
I no longer had a mind.
Or a body.
Or a soul.
Rhys had fucked it all out of me.
Because I belonged to him.