What I do to you? Lord, what have you done to me? Before I came into this place, I did not know what sex felt like. I didn’t know what it felt like to be taken, possessed, by someone determined to have every inch of my body for his own.
My fingers grasped at the handcuffs, but they were already pulled taut. My body, too, felt like it was pulled taut, waiting for his touch to send me into uncontrollable vibrations.
I closed my eyes. It didn’t matter; the blindfold was still on, but this felt like the last decision I could make. I made it silently, the words curling through my mind and stopping before they reached my tongue.
Take me. Take me into your darkness.
He paused at my entrance, and then his arms came around me from behind, holding me tight. He slid into me, slowly, deliberately slowly, and stopped before he’d pierced me even halfway.
“What do you feel, Lacey?” he asked. “Let it take you over. Whatever you feel, let yourself feel it completely. Don’t hold back.”
I bit my lip, aching to scream. He was inside of me, yes, but now that I could feel him, I wanted more. I wanted every part of him on me, inside me.
“I feel… you,” I choked out. “You’re so big. I want it. I want… I want you.”
“No pain?”
I shook my head, biting my lip. It was anguish to wait, yes, but apart from that exquisite sensation, there was no pain. Only the best kind of pressure.
His hands cupped my breast, and then he thrust upward, impaling me. I cried out in ecstasy at the feeling of being completely filled, and then he twisted my nipple and I screamed.
“This is much better than having you gagged, don’t you think?” Jake whispered. I couldn’t answer. I was panting, squirming, my heart pounding in my ears.
He rocked back down, and I moaned as he thrust upward again. His muscled chest pressed against my back and the chains that were holding me creaked as he lifted my weight from the binding and let it down, over and over again.
He moved slowly, impossibly slowly. I hated him for it, and loved him for it, because every motion of his sent slow thrills through my nerve endings. I felt his cock as it worked deeper and deeper inside of me. His fingers as they rolled my nipples, twisting and pinching to send shocks of pleasure through my chest. His mouth on the back of my neck, nibbling just above the line of the collar.
The delicious friction of his motion built up a pressure that grew and grew, making me dizzy with anticipation. He was taking me from behind, and he hadn’t yet touched me in the front. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I trusted him, and the fear racing through my body made the sensations all the more intense.
Again and again he thrust up into me, until his cock was slick with my juices and I was moaning and twisting at the chains. I was on the verge of orgasm when my throat was suddenly choked. I gasped, feeling the thick leather collar pull my head back.
“Don’t you dare come without telling me,” he whispered. “You know that, Lacey.”
“Please—” I gasped. The collar was tight around my neck. He’d hooked his fingers into the back. That’s why he’d had me leave space.
“I’m going to ride you now,” he said. “You see how this collar pulls you?”
I nodded, gulping.
“I’m going to take you the way I want you,” he growled. My heart skipped as he spoke. “And when I shoot into you, then you can come. Understood?”
“Understood,” I whispered.
He yanked my collar back and I felt myself pulled off balance. The chains were the only things holding me up. He’d leaned back, and then—
“AH!”
He spanked me, and I jerked, more in surprise than in pain. His cock thrust farther into me, and then he leaned back and spanked me again.
“God, I love the way you clench around me when I spank you,” he said. He spanked me again, and I moaned. I was so wet, so hot, and I needed him badly.
“So tight. So sweet.”
He thrust up and then spanked me again, rocking back. Over and over, he repeated the motions, until the red pain of the spanks turned to bright sparks of pleasure. My hips bucked back to meet his thrusts and blows in alternating rhythm.
Oh, God, I couldn’t last like this forever.
I was biting my lip to keep myself from climax. Every single one of his touches made the pressure build and build, and I began to moan with each thrust. He wasn’t spanking me anymore; his rhythm had grown so fast that he had to hold my body tight to keep it from rocking too far away.
Faster and faster he moved, slamming his body into mine. His hands came around my wrists, and his legs forced my legs apart. He thrust up so hard that it took my weight off of the bed, and when I landed back he was there to meet me. His skin was slick with moisture against mine as he thrust faster, faster.