Page 103 of Unholy Bonds

“You made me come back,” he said, pressing his erection into my flesh.

“The moment you want to stop, you’ll tell me. Safe word?” he whispered when he finally stopped tasting every inch of my skin.

This was too tame for me, and we both knew it, but I loved how he was always making sure I was okay, even when he wanted to claim my body as his own, even when he was going mad with need and wanted to lose control.

“Autopsy,” I said with a smirk, and he laughed. “But I don’t want you to stop. Don’t ever stop.”

“Spread your legs and show me everything, Yara Everly West. Everything that fucking belongs to me. ONLY ME.”

“How did you know my middle name?”

He smirked, pulling my thighs apart. When he pulled my panties down, my pussy clenched in anticipation. I lifted myself to meet his fingers, but he was quick to take them away from me.

“Slow. I want it slow this time. I want to learn everything about you. I want to know your pleasure points and learn your body in ways…”

“Oh, fuck, Ryden. Yo-you can do that later. Now I just want you inside me,” I said, tugging at the handcuffs. He trailed his finger down my stomach, softly rubbing my clit. The pleasure was blinding. His touch made me crazy… and the look in his eyes, crazier. “You need to remove those pants, Ryden.”

“I think I will,” he said, walking away from me, leaving me completely naked on the bed, completely helpless. His eyes never left mine as he pulled his belt off and threw it down. He took his sweet fucking time to get out of his pants, and I growled.

After another few seconds, he tugged his boxers down, and his cock slid out, hard and long, perfect. He grabbed his pants and turned around and my breath hitched.

“That tattoos, they are art, and I can’t stop looking.”

He smiled. “Be a good fucking girl for me, and I’ll let you touch me, touch them.”

I licked my lips. The thirst to taste him was… so severe I almost wanted to rip myself away from the bonds and attack him.

I watched as he put on a condom before circling his arousal with his big hand. That was all it took for me to come. My body shuddered as waves of pleasure washed over me. My heels dug into the mattress, needing more, yearning for more. The ache spread into a violent flame, but there was no relief. He chuckled, enjoying my desperation.

“Ryden Whatever Sinclair, you are a sadist,” I grunted as he groaned, touching himself as I watched him helplessly, wanting that cock between my thighs.

His laughter was low, but he didn’t stop touching himself as he continued to stalk me with his eyes. After what felt like an eternity, he moved over my body, and my breath came in a hitching gasp.

I wanted to burn and burn him alive. The need was dark, dangerous, threatening to rip my world apart, but for now, I didn’t care. He felt perfect on top of me.

“Listen to me carefully, Red. Now, I’m going to put my tongue inside you, eat you out until you want to climax, but you won’t. You’ll wait, you’ll beg, but you will not come until I tell you to come. You hear me?”

I nodded and gulped, knowing it was going to be hard to obey him. “Yes.”

“Good girl,” he whispered as he slid down my body until his face was between my thighs. He opened me gently, rubbing his fingers against my pussy lips, sending shivers up and down my spine. He teased me for a while, licking and sucking everywhere, his fingers working along with his tongue. He was patient. He took his time until I wanted to break myself open.

The need was becoming a steady ache. After a while, I had had enough. “Now. I want you now,” I whimpered.

“Not yet,” he said as he took in a deep breath, pressing his nose against my clit. “Delicious. I want to bottle your cum…” He groaned before he thrust his tongue inside again. My body spasmed in response.

“You want to bottle my cum?” I groaned, relaxing in the bed as he licked a long, languorous path along my pussy, his fingers gently pressing against my swollen clit.

“Yes. You taste and smell like heaven.” His voice was a low rumble. “I want to eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and every fucking meal in between, Yara,” he said, pulling me up by my ass before thrusting his tongue deeper.

My body coiled, ready to explode under his ministrations, ready to come undone.

He pulled out. “Did I not warn you? Do not come, Red.”

“Fuckkk, Ryden, I think I’m past these games. I’ll go crazy if you don’t put your cock inside me. NOW.”

“Are you ordering me, Red? You’ll go crazy, but you will not order me. You are mine to do with as I please tonight, and you’ll do only what I please.”

I almost wanted to scream autopsy so that this pain and pleasure would stop. I might die at the end of it, but I didn’t fucking care anymore. This truly was the only fucking way to die. With Ryden’s tongue inside me, with my body begging for more.

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