Page 17 of Mark & Don't Tell

“Please fuck me, please,” I beg.

He hums, hands sliding up my arms and moving to my bra. He grabs the clamps and the silicone knot, then sets them on the obstacle holding me up before undoing the clasp at my back. He shoves the bra straps down my arms, freeing my breasts, and moves my hands for me.

My nipples are so hard, and his fingers immediately find them, pinching and rolling them before he cups my tits with both hands. My double Ds are too much for his full palm, but he’s not complaining.

“These are perfect,” he says, tugging at my nipples. “The nipple clamps are adjustable, so they won’t hurt as bad as a binder.” He grabs the clamps and puts them on. His lips brush over my shoulder. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

They’re tight, and there’s a small burst of pain, though it fades to a dull ache, sort of like the plug. The right amount to distract me from the clit teaser, but not enough to make me want to take them off.

“Perfect,” I rasp.

Vic’s cock slides away from my body as he bends to retrieve the lube. He squeezes it onto the knot ring, holding it up in front of my face, so I can smell and see what he’s preparing for me. I greedily inhale the imitation of my true scent, and I swear I hear him do the same.

Or maybe I simply want to imagine him savoring mine.

My body tightens, pleasure rolling over every inch of my skin as the cursed toy steals my sanity again.

“You’re on birth control?”

And suddenly, with more force than I’m ready for, an orgasm crashes into me.

“Yes, yes, yes.” I sag, but Vic catches me, using one hand at my throat to hold me up. His fingers brush over the collar, almost reverently, and I shudder again.

Behind me, he fits the knot ring over his length.

“Was that a yes to my question?”

Contraception isn’t required, but it is highly encouraged. I’ve been on the pill since my heats started, and everyone at the club has to show proof of not having any sexually transmitted diseases.

He wants me bare.

And damn if I don’t want that as much as him.

“Yes,” I say quickly. “Please fuck me,” I beg, not caring how desperate I sound.

“I got you.” He nudges my ankles apart, spreading me. I tip my hips, and he hums in approval, guiding his tip to my center. When he pauses, I look back to find him staring between our bodies, almost like he’s memorizing this moment. I sense his gaze lifting to mine.

Then he thrusts in a few inches. He’s so thick, I release a soft hiss.

“God fucking dammit,” he growls as I stretch to accommodate him. “You feel so fucking good.” Then he sinks all the way inside of me, and I moan as the knot ring fills me even more. There’s so much slick, helping my muscles relax and take everything he’s offering.

“You’re soaked for me, little doe.” He rears back and thrusts in again, spearing into me so hard, he steals the air from my lungs. The fingers at my throat graze over the collar, stroking the soft leather.

“I’m yours,” I gasp, somehow knowing that saying it will drive him wild.

“That’s fucking right,” he growls, pressing his lips to my neck once again. “This pussy is mine. This ass, these tits, and this fucking mouth.” His fingers part my lips, and I moan around them, eagerly sucking him, desperately wanting him to enjoy this as much as I am because he’s giving me more than I ever thought I’d get.

He slams into me over and over, hitting that spot deep inside of me, pleasure ricocheting through my body until all I know is everything he’s done to me. The plug in my ass makes it so I can feel the thrusts there. The clamps tug at my nipples, offering little tastes of pain to edge off the overwhelming pleasure. The clit teaser is merely a bonus teasing that I’m not sure I even need.

His mouth finds the spot he bit once again, and he rolls his tongue over my skin before sucking, tasting me as I suck his fingers and let him have everything he wants. “Turn it up,” he whispers against my neck, thrusting deep and staying there, the knot ring locking us together.

I press the button and immediately cry out around his fingers, overstimulated beyond belief but in the best of ways. I’m full in every sense. He’s marked me with a bruising bite. I’m soaking. I’m trembling. I’m at his mercy. I’m his, I’m his, I’m his.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” He moans, thrusting deep into me.

But I do. If it’s anything like what he’s doing to me, I know damn well how he feels, and it’s fucking amazing. Life changing. Sex will never be the same.

Vic inhales at the base of my throat, trying to scent me again, and even though there’s no way he can, the act alone is enough to push me to the point of no return.

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