Page 99 of Scarred Hearts

“You have my permission to moan, princess.”

Finally! I let out a loud groan as he pressed the toy against my cervix, ramming it against it over and over. The friction of my clit rubbing against the bench almost caused me to lose myself, but I held on, knowing he’d truly punish me if I came too soon and without his permission. I loved being punished, but Tyler was ruthless and would edge me for hours if I broke his rules.

Just as I began to rock back and forth as much as the restraints would allow, he ripped the toy from my center, dropping it to the floor with a thud. Moments later, he appeared in front of me, freeing my hands and helping me sit up. Pressing my palms to the bench, I waited as he unfastened my ankles, and helped me stand.

He picked me up, hands under my knees and back, carrying me to the bed. Reclining, I propped on my elbows, watching as he grabbed the spreader bar from the wall. Grasping my wrists one at a time, he secured them in the black, leather cuffs before taking each of my ankles again, restraining them in place with matching cuffs on each end of the pole.

Metal clanked, and I watched intently as he fed a chain through two more loops on the bar, tightening it as he connected it to the other side of the bed. My body was rolled back, my hands and feet in the air, and my drenched pussy on display for him.

Pressing his face between my legs, he licked my entrance, probing it with his tongue before taking my clit between his teeth and biting it. Jolts of pleasure and electricity flowed through me, the chains clanking at me thrashing against my restraints. His fingers dipped inside me, and he stroked my G-spot, continuing his assault, nibbling, licking, sucking.

“S…Sir, I love how y… tongue f-feels,” I whimpered, unable to form a coherent sentence in that moment.

“Mmm,” he groaned against my skin, ripping his hand away before I heard the sound of him removing his slacks completely. Reaching up, he unfastened the chains from the bed, my body falling before he caught my bottom. He lined himself up with my entrance, he teased my hole before gripping the bar in each hand.

With a harsh tug, he yanked me onto his cock, bottoming out against my barrier. We both let out a loud moan. His biceps flexed and sweat beaded on his perfectly chiseled body in the dim lighting as he pulled me onto his entire length over and over as hard as he could.

“Fuck, Gia,” he panted, “I’m so fucking obsessed with your tight little cunt.”

“It’s yours… forever,” I cooed through ragged breaths, knowing nothing I said anymore would freak him out. “It’s yours tofuck… and use any timeyouwish.”

Suddenly, I was empty when he pulled out and for a split second, I felt disappointment before he unfastened my ankles and wrists. Crawling up next to me, he scooped me up under my knees and neck, moving me to the pillows against the headboard. Smiling with pure lust in his gaze, he positioned himself between my legs again and I pressed my nails into his shoulders as he sank deep inside me.

Moving a piece of my hair out of my face, he bent over, kissing me passionately before resting his forehead on mine. “Cum, princess.” His mouth collided into mine again.

Seconds later, I succumbed to his command, letting myself go as he throbbed and jerked inside me, his seed covering my insides. Our moans and my cries echoed through the room as we didn’t hold back in the place meant for just us. Once we were spent, he collapsed on top of me, kissing me harder before whispering breathlessly against my lips, “I fucking love you.”

“I love you, too… sir,” I panted.

24

INITIATION

GIOVANNA

After Tyler dropped me off at my apartment last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. All I wanted was to be wrapped in his arms forever, but Luca was still staying with me, and Nadia would be arriving soon for our training session.

Pressing my palms into the sofa, I pushed it against the window, along with a few other pieces. Now, she and I would have the entire open space for choreographing the perfect fight for attendees.

“Looks good, sis.”

I snapped my gaze up to the balcony overlooking the downstairs. Luca was shirtless, his dark blue jeans hanging off his hips. His hands rested on the glass railing as he peered down with a grin. His hair was tousled as if he’d just woken up and his face looked a little better now that all the blood was cleaned off.

“No,” I spat, carrying a tall, gold floor lamp to the corner.

“What do you mean, no?” he scoffed.

“You better keep your ass upstairs,” I fisted my hands on my hips, “because I’m not dealing with this shit today. She and I have limited time to make sure we can sell this fight.”

“She doesn’t know I’m here,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Does she?”

I shook my head while rolling up one of the area rugs.

“I really want some coffee,” he complained.

“Luca!” I huffed. “Stay! Upstairs!”

RING! RING!

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