Page 26 of The Casella King

“So wet already, sweetheart.” He smirks, bringing his fingers to his mouth, and a low groan rumbles through his throat. “I can’t wait to break you,” he whispers, sending a lightning bolt of fear down my spine. “But right now, I want to show you how good I can make you feel.”

He lowers the wand to my inner thigh, and I scream out as a shock zaps against my skin. He repeats the action on the other side, and I yelp as it makes contact with my skin. I feel my pussy pulse in tandem with my heart as heat rises inside my belly. The fact that he’s still fully clothed and playing with me like a toy turns me on so much more than I ever thought it would. He lowers the wand to my pussy, and my eyes snap shut as a zap stings my clit. I cry out in pain and pleasure as he chuckles. My breathing picks up, my chest now heaving.

He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, giving it a few strokes whilst watching me. “Oh fuck, I can’t help myself.” He pumps again, his cock growing in his hand. “Looking at you, bound on my bed, your pussy glistening with the arousal I pull from you makes me so fucking hard.”

He moves on top of me, still fully clothed and straddles me with his thighs on either side of my face.

“Now open your mouth.” I do as he says, and he grips the hair on the top of my head, pulling me down onto his cock. “Fuck…” he groans as the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat. I moan as I feel my arousal heighten at the sounds of his pleasure. His cock is not even halfway into my mouth, and it already feels too big, too much.

He pushes himself further, and I gag. He pulls out, giving me a second to breathe. “We will work on that, sweetheart.” The way he calls me sweetheart and uses me like a toy does something to me that I will never understand. It makes me needier, hornier, and all I want is him.

“Ezra, please,” I begin to beg, and I no longer know myself.

He chuckles, moving off me, and I watch as he slowly lowers himself to his knees beside the bed, his face between my legs.

“Open wide,” he demands, and I obey, spreading my legs as much as they will go. “More.” He pushes my thighs down further, and I cry out in pain. His hands land on my inner thighs,leaving a sting behind. “If you’re going to have my mouth on you, you’re going to need to work for it, sweetheart.” I buck my hips at his words, my body begging him for release.

“Please,” I whimper.

He lowers his mouth to my pussy as his tongue darts out, flicking my clit, teasing me. I moan and buck my hips again, trying to meet his mouth in desperation. His hands land down hard on my inner thighs again as I cry out.

“Don’t fucking move,” he warns, and I bite the inside of my lip as tears sting my eyes.

His mouth covers my pussy completely, and I almost pass out from the intense pleasure as he sucks hard on my clit. I whimper as his tongue dives into me, and back out, licking me from my entrance to my clit. I suck in a breath as I feel his two fingers enter me, his tongue flicking my clit.

He curls his fingers inside me and begins to fuck me with them. I close my eyes as euphoria builds within me, threatening to tip over at any moment as he hits all the right spots.

Bright lights dance in my vision as my moans rip through the air.

He slides his fingers out of me, and before I know it, I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance. “Breathe, sweetheart. I’m not done with you yet.” He grips the hair on the top of my head, yanking my head up, and I watch as his cock slides into me. “I want you to watch every inch of me fill you up.” He pushes inside me further, stretching me. “I want you to watch as I take my pleasure from you, and I want to watch you enjoy every fucking second of it.” He thrusts deep into me as I cry out, his cock filling me up completely. I breathe through my mouth as my chest heaves, watching him fuck me.

“Look at you, taking me so fucking well.” He begins to create a rhythm, moving against me and watching his cock move in and out of me. “Such a good fucking girl,” he praises, and if I weren’tbound, I would immediately drop to my knees for him. His voice alone is enough to spur arousal within me.

He thrusts into me harder, jolting my body further into the bed. “I want you so fucking bad.” He releases my hair and grips behind my knees, pushing my knees further apart as he slams into me. “I want to fuck you until my name drips from your lips and my cum fills your tight little hole.” He growls as he looks down to my pussy. “Fuck, sweetheart. I can’t stop watching your pussy swallow my cock.”

A breathy moan leaves my throat as he thrusts into me faster, and I pull on the cuffs, wanting to touch him. I love the way he feels inside me, taking me in the way he wants, unapologetically.

“Ezra, it feels so g-good…” I whimper.

“I love it when you say my name,” he groans as he thrusts. “Now I want you to fucking scream it.” He slams into me harder, his fingers digging into my skin as he holds me open. My nipples harden as he moves in and out of me, and my core clenches, my eyes rolling back into my head.

“Ezra!” A scream rips through my throat as I feel his cock harden inside me.

“Fuck!” He groans as he continues to thrust into me. “You drive me fucking crazy,” he growls as he slams into me with force, and I feel his cock twitch inside me. He stands there, panting as he watches me, still bound and helpless lying on his bed. He slides out of me slowly, and I feel his cum dripping from my pussy.

Sex with Ezra is explosive and all-encompassing. There is no room left for anything else.

He slides two fingers inside me again and pulls them out, both our arousals coating his fingers. “Open your mouth, sweetheart,” I slowly open my mouth, and he places his fingers inside. “Taste that?” he asks, a smile playing on his lips. “That’s the taste of true power. Mine and yours, combined.”

Sliding my arm through the dress, I look into the mirror and smooth the silky satin over my hips. Looping my earrings into my ears, I take a deep breath.

It doesn’t matter if they like you or not.

This is a business transaction, and nothing more.

There’s a knock on the bedroom door before it slides open, revealing a very handsome Ezra, dressed in a suit, and I get the feeling this is his usual look, compared to his casual and very laid-back look at the cabin. Once we returned, I ended up having to tell Giselle and my father that I was getting married. My father responded just as I thought he would, didn’t really give a shit as long as he had his beer in his hand. Giselle, though, was a little more hesitant. Obviously because she hadn’t even met the guy before, she was sceptical of the entire thing. It killed me having to lie to my sister, basically the only other person in my life who I truly trust and talk to, but if this was part of the deal, I had to take it.

Ezra walks into the bedroom, his beautiful brown eyes softening as he takes me in.

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