Page 48 of Chains

I can't help but smile when I notice the bulge in his jeans. To know just how much I affect him makes me feel powerful. I lick my lips, quickly placing Mr Boots in the bathroom on his scratching post before shutting the door. I don’t want him stopping what’s about to happen.

Walking slowly towards him, we’re standing toe to toe, though I have to look a long way up to look into his eyes.

“We’ll be late to the party.” Chains says, half-heartedly.

I arch a brow. “Since when do you care that you’re late to a party? Especially when sex is involved.” Slinking to the floor on my knees in front of him, I’m eye level with said bulge, and oh my, has it grown even bigger? Unbuttoning his jeans, I slide the zipper down slowly; the sound filling the quiet room.

“Little one!” he warns, and it’s almost like he’s angry. I look up at him, seeing his dark expression, more pained than anything else. Whenever I would do this with Caleb, it was just a way to get him off, so that he didn’t have to fuck me because he’d emptied himself in my mouth and would never reciprocate. Or when he felt so inclined, it hurt because I was never ready for him.

Ignoring his warning, I slide down his jeans together with his blue boxer briefs—his massive erection hitting me in the chin when it finally pops out of its confines. The piercing at the tip staring me in the face. But before I’m able to take him into my mouth, his large hands engulf my wrists, stopping me, lifting me to my feet.

“As much as I would like to feel your sexy mouth all over my dick, that’s not what I want right now. When I come, I want to feel your hot, tight cunt surrounding me,” he tells me, and I feel a gush of moisture between my legs at his dirty words.

Words that should disgust me if I was any other woman, but make me hotter than ever because they come from the man I love. A man I’ve loved for most of my life.

“On the bed. On your hands and knees, little one,” he instructs, and I readily obey. Not out of terror like I would with Caleb, but out of trust and love, and the need to please him. Not sure where my candidness was coming from, but I wiggled my butt as I slid onto the bed, looking behind me to see Chains fixated on my behind, his eyes smouldering. I smiled—this was how it was supposed to be—playful and sexy at the same time.

When the hard slap to my ass cheek came, I wasn’t ready for it, crying out more in surprise than pain. He then slaps the other one, soothing it with a slide of his hand.

“Love it when your ass jiggles,” he says, and it’s as if he’s talking to himself. “Makes me want to bury my face in it and just eat you out.”

I press my cheek against the bedspread, effectively hiding my face because I can feel it flaming.

“We’ll do all that in good time. But right now, there’s something else I want to bury inside you.” He growls deep in his throat as another whoosh of moisture leaks from me. I was expecting him to shove his cock balls deep inside me, but he didn’t. No, he slid a long, thick finger down my wet channel before sliding it inside me to the first knuckle. Finger fucking me slowly, as I involuntarily pushed back,

“That’s it, baby, fuck yourself on my finger.” I groan, turning my head so that my cheek still pressed to the mattress. Before I was aware of what was happening, I could feel the head of his dick press to my entrance, the piercing going over my clit with slow, torturous movements.

“Please, Bodie.” I plead. I just want to feel him fill me up.

“Please what, little one? What do you need?” he demands, though his voice sounded pained.

“You. Inside me. Now!” In almost a growl.

Then he was there, sliding deep inside me, his piercing making me feel delicious things from my head to my toes.

“You good, baby girl?” He lowers his head, our lips connecting in a kiss of passion and possession; that made my head spin—before stilling inside me, all I want is for him to move. Pushing back, I tried telling him what I couldn’t with words.

“Mhm.” Is all that I can mutter.

And then finally, he was moving, plunging deep, then withdrawing, then plunging deep inside again. Filling me up, surrounding me. My arms and legs felt like jelly, as I tried to hold myself upright but it was getting increasingly difficult, and it seemed Chains noticed because with one flip, without withdrawing from inside me, I was on my back, my legs around his strong shoulders as he continued to pound into me. His skin covered in ink that wasn’t there all those years ago, the added piercings. It’s like he wanted to become a whole different person.

“That’s it, little one. You’re so wet for me, aren’t you? I can feel your juices covering my cock. I love fucking you, feeling that tight little cunt almost suffocating me.” His fingers play my clit like the chords of a guitar at the same time as he continuously pounds into me. That’s when I throw my head back and finally shatter into a million pieces, screaming my release. Seconds later, Chains is shouting his own release, and collapsing on top of me. Even though he was heavy, I felt safe cocooned underneath him.

He rolled to his side, taking me with him, as we took a few minutes to catch our breaths, and I leaned my head on his chest; my fingers playing with his nipple ring.

“Hate to say this, because I’m really enjoying being wrapped up in you. But we have to get moving if we want to make the party. I should be there as well.” Chains says, untangling himself from me, kissing my forehead tenderly before getting off the bed completely naked and striding assuredly into the bathroom.

I watch him go and sigh, hating that real life has intruded into our little bubble.

“You coming, babe. Water’s hot,” he calls out from inside the bathroom. I grin and jump from the bed, shutting Mr Boots in the bedroom. Chains is already in the shower stall, and I can see his beautiful tanned form in the glass. Sliding the door open, I stand there mesmerized, watching as he soaps himself up.

“You gonna just stand there and watch? Or are you gonna join in?” he asks, a lopsided grin on his handsome face.

I take the soap from him and continue my ministrations; from his broad chest, down his six-pack abs, paying particular attention to his cock and balls. Watching as he became hard as a rock again within seconds.

“We need to do something about this.” I tell him, looking up as I sink to the tiled shower floor. “Are you going to let me?”

For a minute I thought he was going to deny me, but he must’ve seen in my eyes that I really wanted to do this, so he cocks his head to the side, his blue eyes branding my soul. “Knock yourself out, baby girl.”

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