Page 5 of Borden 3

I did, too.

“Then untie me.”

He didn’t. He simply made a thoughtful sound at the back of his throat. He took his precious time, running his hands over my ass. His touch crawled up my spine, fisting at my hair for a moment. He tugged sharply and my head pulled back. His body leaned over me, still clothed, though unkempt.

“I’ve been dreaming of this body,” he whispered into my ear. “I haven’t touched myself. I reserve all my pleasure for you, therefore I am going to obliterate this perfect pussy. And let this serve as a reminder, Doll, that every time you think of being sassy with me, you will reap the consequences.”

Good.

I needed this.

Because I hadn’t touched myself, either. It always felt hollow without him. I let him explore my body, this time quietly. I let him relearn me, kissing at my curves, licking at my pussy even as I lay on my stomach. He worked his magic, and then he stilled. Drawing out my pleasure, he toyed with me, building the anticipation until I was whimpering and soaked for him.

Finally, I felt him pushing into me. His thick length and that piercing seated into me in an almost gentle thrust. It was far from the brutal fucking he promised. I tried to squirm as he sat inside of me, stretching me, that piercing rubbing me in the perfect way. Tremors wracked me. I mewled into the mattress, feeling myself pulse around him.

“Beautiful little alleycat.” He sounded awed, the amusement completely absent in his words. “You’re already coming, and I haven’t even delivered the best part.”

I was so unbelievably sensitive. The orgasm was a slow and cruel one. It made me yearn for more because I could still feel the sparks of an explosion coming. Still. He didn’t move. He cruelly twitched inside of me, his own cock eager to rut.

And it didn’t feel like a beautiful union. It felt like the start of something soul destroying. He kept me on the precipice, his cock only lightly rubbing inside of me, and I was near tears, ready to weep for him to use me.

So when he finally moved, when his cock slid out and then pushed in—a thrust hard and fast—I let out a choked sound, the relief and burning pleasure a bittersweet combination. Every inch of me shuddered. I felt the sweet agony deep inside of me, in a place only Marcus had ever touched.

He held my bound hands and delivered his brutal fucking. The torture of his movements followed by exhilaration. I was at his complete mercy. I didn’t want to be anywhere else. He used me like a sex toy. The bed shook, straining beneath us. I barely heard a thing outside of our breaths and the wet slide of his cock, moving in and out of me. His cock jackhammered into me like he didn’t consider my pleasure for a moment, but it was perfectly orchestrated. Borden was cruel, but it was a lie he wanted me to fall for. He tried to deceive me by reminding me that he was a wicked man and he didn’t have to fuck me for my pleasure but his own.

But I knew my husband.

I knew his tells. I knew when he gently kissed my shoulder during his brutal fucking that he was being soft and affectionate. That when he paused between the movements to let me feel his piercing rub in that perfect angle, that he was thinking of the orgasm he was building inside of me. He sparked it like a fire, and then he set it alight when he knew I was on the verge of something utterly devastating. He circled his hips, and that movement was my undoing.

“Borden,” I moaned.

“Louder, Doll,” he growled.

I cried out, the orgasm tearing into me, exhausting me completely. My body went limp in his embrace, and he paused for those long moments, allowing me to recover. The aftershocks of my orgasm made him still, and his pained groan pierced the air. His cock jerked inside of me, so deep, my pussy milked him dry. His hands clenched my arms tightly as he rode through his pleasure.

It wasn’t over, though. He dropped down on the bed and lifted me over him. He was still hard when he forced me down on his cock. His eyes loaded with lust, with this desperate itch for more. “Take every fucking inch of it,” he demanded, briskly. “Come on, wife. Fuck me like you mean it.”

His words energised me. I bounced up and down his hard cock as my heart sat in my throat. My body almost went limp, exhaustion nearly prevailing, but then he scooted back and raised himself, resting his back against the headboard. He gripped my bound hands with one hand, and the other clenched my rounded hip. He helped me along, his body straining, his muscles glistening in the teasing moonlight. He moved me against him quickly and without pause. My clit rubbed against him, and stars burst in my eyes. I attacked his mouth with vicious kisses, the orgasm one I had to selfishly chase or else it might outrun me.

“Borden.” I bit at his lip and his cock jerked inside of me. I tasted his blood and he sucked at my tongue. We were wild and fiendish and it was…it was everything in the most unanticipated way. His arms came around me now, and I went still, letting him lift me up and then pull me down. My mouth swallowed his growls; the sound of it made my core slicker, more easy to ride against his cock.

I came so hard, so punishingly fast, I quaked, throwing my head back. He thrust only a couple times after that, unloading into me for a second time.

I was breathing so hard, I felt my heart might burst inside my chest. Tears dotted my vision. I felt so full after feeling so empty.

After he undid the knot, he collapsed beside me, holding me closely to him. His large arm wrapped around me. He kissed my shoulder, nuzzled his nose into my neck. “I miss you even when I’m here. Is such a thing possible?”

I smiled drunkenly. “It is.”

“I am smitten by you, Emma.”

The words were like crack to my soul. I felt like a being under sunlight after having been shut away in the dark for so long.

For a while we lay like that. His body relaxed, though mine stiffened. I could feel the minutes slip through my fingers. Time was something I simply couldn’t escape from lately. It made me endure its wrath. It broke through my brain, finding cracks I’d buried broken thoughts in. It fed on these thoughts like a hungry little slut, and it grew big and fat.

I turned to face him. “Borden.”

“Emma..”

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