Page 124 of Vicious Knight

“Do you want me to fuck you harder?”

“Yesss. Fuck me harder, Thorne.”

He does and I come instantly. Waves of red-hot pleasure ripple through me like wild electrical currents.

He fucks me into the mattress, every thrust of his cock sending me deeper into the realms of wild pleasure, and I’m utterly lost in the sensation because this is sheer possession.

Thorne drives into my G-spot and it feels like I don’t stop coming.

He, on the other hand, is still rock hard.

He pulls out of me, slides off the bed, and retrieves a set of chains from his bag. I gasp when I see them.

They look like something you’d see in a BDSM club. Of course, the closest I’ve ever been to a club like that is watching TV, so seeing this toy in real life has my head spinning.

The only time Thorne had me bound was the night he discovered who I really was.

“Don’t be scared, malen'kiy olen'.” He smiles. “I just want you like this.”

“You want me chained up?”

“Yes. Captive and bound to my mercy.”

I almost ask him if I’m not already like that, but I don’t. Instead I allow him to guide me to the top of the bed where he secures the chains around my wrists then around the rails on the headboard. The metal feels cool and tight around my wrists.

I won’t be able to escape these without him.

“I won’t hurt you. Unless you want me to. Pain can be pleasurable sometimes.” He speaks in a sing-song voice and grins, then he nibbles on my breasts. “Do you want me to hurt you, Annika?”

“No. Don’t hurt me. Not yet.”

“Not yet. I like that answer. Okay, I won’t hurt you yet, baby.” That’s the first time he’s ever called me that. My body liked it. “Let’s do this first. I need to come inside you.”

He spreads my legs wide and plunges back into my body.

The restraints somehow amplify the pleasure coursing through me. I don’t know how it’s possible, but it is.

Maybe it’s because I feel more like I’m giving myself to him. Whatever it is, it’s unreal.

He pounds into me and the rush of energy devours me. It’s so potent that I scream.

Thorne gives me a victor’s smile. The kind you’d see on a conqueror when they’ve taken everything and left nothing behind.

With that smile set on his face, he pulls out of me. Then he flips me again so that I’m on my hands and knees. My restrained hands are crisscrossed, but the chains are just long enough for me to place my hands on the mattress to balance myself.

I glance over my shoulder, trying to see what Thorne is up to.

“This ass is mine,” he speaks in a low growl, pressing his thumb over the tight rosette of my asshole. “Mine to fuck.”

I gasp and clench. He promised he would fuck my ass one day. I’d forgotten. I’d gotten lost in everything else and got comfortable with our routine. I should have known better than to make that mistake.

The chains around my wrist should have told me things would be changing tonight.

“Will it hurt?” My voice trembles.

“It will sting at first, but then it will feel just as amazing as everything else we do. Maybe even better. It depends on how freaky you want to be with me. Ready?”

“Yes… I’m ready.” I’m not, but I’m wrapped around Thorne’s fingers again.

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