Page 46 of Bind Me

The heaviness of his words and the way he stares at me make me feel both cherished and possessed. His admiration is intoxicating. It’s a losing battle inside of me with the desperation to give in, to let him take control.

Then something in his words reminds me of his comment from the other day about intending to breed me. And here he is, going insane, me wriggling, my own lust pushing me to the edge of a second orgasm. I’m tingling all over, and each time he slaps into me, the sound resonating around us, I shiver harder.

Beneath it all, panic starts to swell, and my voice spills past my lips.

“Kaden,” I breathe heavily, barely able to get the words out. “Are… tell me you’re not thinking of breeding me.”

He grins, a predatory smile that makes my stomach flip. He’s pounding into me almost quicker, his grip tightening, holding me tighter. The thing is, I feel trapped, yet part of me yearns for more.

“You bastard,” I call out, followed by a delicious cry as his fingers rub my clit in small circles. He’s unrelenting. The hard part is that I want everything he offers, but the battle inside me is serious.

Breeding… gods, no. This is too fast. I need to have a say in it.

At that moment of being torn between euphoria and freaking out, I remember the weapon I spotted earlier under the sacrificial table. I slowly shimmy closer to the left side of the table. He doesn’t seem to notice, and I move just enough for my arm to dip down over the side. My hand pats the air, searching blindly.

His eyes widen, spotting my action. Just as he leans over me, reaching for my arm, snarling, “Gorgeous little mermaid, don’t make me chase you,” my fingers graze the metal hilt.

I snatch it, wrapping my fingers around it firmly. I whip the blade up and out as he’s practically lying on top of me, and I press the length of the knife to his throat.

His eyes enlarge in surprise, a flicker of something dangerous crossing his face.

“Good girl,” he growls, his voice low and menacing. “I needed something to tame my beast.”

His words leave me partially confused, but I keep the blade pressed to his throat.

“Don’t think about breeding me. I’m not ready, and you don’t get to decide everything for me.”

For a moment, he pauses fucking me and stares down at me. I honestly have no idea how he’ll react, but I’m not lowering my blade. Then he releases a slow, measured exhale, his gaze never leaving me.

“You keep the blade to my throat while I fuck you, and I won’t fill you with my seed.”

I blink, trying to figure him out and if this is some kind of fetish or if he seriously meant what he said about his beast, his kraken side, driving him to breed me.

I nod. “Now, don’t you dare stop what you’re doing because I’m so close. Gods, Kaden, that cock of yours is the world’s gift to women.”

He laughs, dark and playful. “My cock is only for one woman… you. And I had no intention of letting you go until I fucked you into loving me.”

“Wait, what?”

But he’s already thrusting back into me, distracting me, his hands on the table on either side of me, a growl in his chest.

I hold the blade to his throat, but he’s not bothered that we’re both moving about as he slams into me, as I cry out from having him completely dominating my pussy.

He moves faster now, and it’s as if a switch flicks on inside me as the tsunami of explosive orgasms rattles me from the core. It tears through me with lightning speed.

I notice a few red droplets rolling down his chest, dripping onto me from the knife. I barely have time to register that as the euphoria wreaks havoc on me, and I’m screaming my pleasure.

Lowering the blade to the table beside me, not trusting myself to not slice his throat in my excitement, he suddenly pulls off me.

In a swift movement, he draws out of me and flops that massive cock, soaked in my juices on my stomach. Instantly, the warmth pours over my stomach, spraying over my breasts and my neck. Some of it reaches my face.

He roars like a damn lion, seeming rather proud of himself, pumping his cock with his hand to get it all out. White ribbons of cum spew out, coming fast and hard.

It’s warm against my skin, his manly scent intoxicating. I can’t stop myself from licking the two drops that hit the corner of my mouth, tasting his salty, masculine elixir. Delicious.

Still buzzing from my own climax, I’m taken by the elation on his face, where there’s no anger, no domination, just the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen floating on a high, still consuming both of us.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. Tonight has taken me to places I never expected. As I lie sprawled on the sacrificial table, covered in kraken cum, I can’t help but let out a dry, sarcastic laugh.

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