The stimspheres sparked, or fired, or whatever the hell they did, shooting sensation through every nerve ending in my body, traveling straight to my clit. The shock made me gasp as I rocked forward onto the bench, my knees collapsing.
“Who am I?”
“An asshole.”
The stimspheres fired again, stronger this time, and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips as my pussy clenched around empty space. I wanted his cock inside me, filling me, stretching me. I needed.
“Who am I?”
I couldn’t speak, so I simply shook my head. His hand landed on my ass with a sharp sting, once, twice. The head of his huge cock slid to my core. He slipped just the tip inside me as the stimspheres fired in my backside again.
In an agony of need, I tried to shift back, to force my body onto his hard length, but the cuffs linked to my wrists prevented me from moving far enough to take him, to force him to fuck me. “Roark!”
“That’s not my name, mate. Not when you are bent over and ripe for fucking. Who am I?”
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
The spanking was whiplike, sharp and fast, and my entire body shivered as the sensation spread through me like lightning overcharging my nervous system.
I shuddered as he bent low over me, the tip of his cock just inside my body. His right hand traced the curve of my waist before dipping low, to my breasts, where he wrapped the thin chain around his fingers and tugged gently in a rhythm that made my breasts ache. I needed his mouth, his hands. More. I needed more.
“Who am I?”
“Just fuck me. Fuck me so I can cut off this stupid chain and go home.”
“You are home.”
Trapped by the chain pulling on my breasts, I could not shift position, not a single inch. His cock teased my entrance, denying me the one thing I needed. Him. Fucking me. Hard and fast. Making me scream. Making me come.
“Who am I?”
The word master was right there, on the tip of my tongue, but I would not give it to him. Not when he wanted to remove his chain, his mark, from my body. It was like giving a girl an engagement ring—no, a wedding ring—and then asking for the ring back. “No.”
“So beautiful, mate. So stubborn.” He whispered the words in my ear and I shuddered as he pressed forward inch by agonizing inch, his body covering mine, his cock stretching me open, filling me up. With the stimspheres still inside my body, I was full, so fucking full.
I dropped my head as he filled me, needing it. Needing him more than I wanted to admit. I was in love with the idiot, and he wanted to remove his mark from my body.
He pushed deep, until his balls hit my thighs and the tip of his cock pressed against my womb.
“I’m going to fill you with my seed, mate. I want to see you round with another child, a girl this time, with your blue eyes and fiery spirit.”
Biting my lip at the picture he painted, I closed my eyes and fought back the tears. “I’m keeping the chain, Roark.”
He stilled above me. “Why would you do that, Natalie? It’s done nothing but cause you pain. My mark, the medallion, they’ve done nothing but place you in danger.”
I processed his words and all the defiance drained from my muscles. “That’s why you want to remove it?”
“Yes, gara. What did you think—” His voice trailed off and he moved his hips, pulled out and filled me with his cock, making us both groan. “Foolish female. You are mine. I will never let you go.” He kissed the back of my shoulder. “I love you, Natalie. Forever.”
The words made me wild. I’d waited a lifetime to hear them. Turning my head, I found his mouth, kissed him with every ounce of love and fear and desire and trust I could give him. “I love you. I’m not taking off your chain…Master.”
Buried in my body, we were one, connected as he kissed me. I felt his love in the kiss. I allowed myself to feel it, to take a chance, to risk my heart one more time. When the kiss ended I looked up at him over my shoulder. “Don’t break my heart again.”
“You are my heart, Natalie Montgomery. You will never doubt my love again.”
With a wicked grin he released the chain and lifted his body to stand behind me. The change in position gave him just a bit more length to push inside me and I whimpered as he pressed forward, driving deep. “Now, gara, who am I?”
“Master.”
“What do you want from your master?”
“I want to come.”
“Beg.” He pulled out and thrust deep.
“Please.”
The word became a chant as he fucked me. Hard and fast, the stimspheres shocked my system every time he pushed forward, driving into my wet core, making me frantic. The world faded to the thrust of his hips, the sound of wet fucking, the jolt of sensation from the stimspheres in my ass, the loud, wet sound of my pussy grabbing and milking his cock like a greedy fist.