Page 27 of Traps and Gretchen

“You're so beautiful, Bee-shjoo,” he whispered, his voice reverent as he climbed back on the bed, encasing her hips in his hot hands and holding her in place beneath him. His body pressed against hers again, the heat of his skin a shockwave through her.

She arched into him as hard as she could. “Kinbaku,” she gasped, getting his urgent, deep kiss as their bodies molded together, the tension between them a tightly wound cord. “Don’t ever let me go,” she cried.

Neelo’s eyes locked onto hers, dark with intent as he moved his body against hers with a slow deliberation, his hotmuscles mapping every inch of her. He slid his legs between hers, pushing them apart as he settled his hips between them, his chest pressing against her breasts. Gretchen’s gasps and moans were one as heat radiated off him, the weight of his body grounding her. She wanted to move, to shift beneath him, but his hips held hers firmly in place, a bold reminder of his control. He caught her wrists again, pulling them gently above her head, pinning them with one hand while the other moved down the length of her body.

“Kinbaku,” he murmured against her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her neck. “I am the rope that binds you. I am the snare that keeps you safe.”

His words wrapped around her, the intensity in his voice making her tremble. His fingers slid along the length of her arm, down to the crook of her elbow, the soft stroke making her squirm under his dominance. His hand moved like a hot tether, binding her to its desire and will everywhere it touched.

“You will always be safe with me,” he whispered, his lips brushing her neck as his hand continued its slow, deliberate descent down her body. “You’llalwaysbe safe with me.”

Gretchen’s body vibrated with need beneath his, the tension building as his weight pinned her more firmly against the bed. He shifted his body, opening her legs wider, his hips grinding gently. She gasped, the friction sending a wave of desire through her core. His mouth and teeth adored her collarbone as his fingers trailed down her side, making her shiver.

His delicate touch ignited fires wherever it went, creating shallow bursts of her breaths. Oh God. He was a hot, burning restraint as his hand explored her with an excruciating, firm exactness. Every glide and grip felt like a promise, a vow, a threat. He would never let her go. He would hold her together. And he was daring her to doubt it.

“Kinbaku isn’t just about being tied up,” Neelo whispered, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “It’s about knowing you’re bound to me in every way. That I will never let you fall apart.”

He lifted his leg, pressing his knee into the bed beside her hip, still using his body to trap her in place. The raw strength in his muscles as he flexed all over her drew out her lust in long moans. He kissed the length of her jaw, his lips soft and full against her skin. “Kinbaku,” she begged, wanting so much more.

His hand on her wrists tightened as his fingers slid right over her open pussy, a slow glide before he imprisoned her most intimate part in a hard grip. She cried out, again squirming under his heavy frame as his hunger rumbled in his chest, right on her breast.

“My weight on your body is my vow,” he murmured between suckles on her nipple. “The grind of my hips and hand against your pussy…” he shuddered. “That is a contract.” He dipped his middle finger inside her.

“Kinbaku!” she cried out, the pleasure jolting as her fingers curled helplessly under the iron grip of his hand. She watched with racing heart as his gorgeous mouth opened wide and took as much of her breast as he could, pressing the palm of his hand firmly against her clit as he fingered her. “Neelo!”

“Do you feel it, Bee-shjoo?” he whispered on her wet nipple, his finger taking slow plunges inside her, searching and feeling her. “Do you feel this sacred cord tying us together?”

Her breath hitched as she trembled and gasped her, “Yes!” Shecouldfeel it. So much. She had never felt anything like it, the way he made her feel both trapped and free at the same time. Held together by his obsession.

“Say it,” he urged softly, his hot breaths at her ear now. “Tell me what you need.”

“Kinbaku,” she gasped, the word spilling from her lips as her body arched harder beneath him.

He groaned softly, a second finger joining his first, both thrusting and dueling against her core, stretching her until she cried out from the ecstasy. He was kissing her again, so deep and hungry, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. He pressed his hips harder into her, turning the heat up to unbearable, bringing her legs in a lock around him.

He suddenly shifted his body weight, keeping her left side pinned as he took hold of her right leg and slowly pushed it up toward her shoulder. When she was nearly in a split, he brought his full weight back against her in this position, eliciting non-stop gasps and moans.

“Mmmm, Kinbaku,” he whispered at her mouth, sliding his cock along her folds.

“Oh God,” she panted, squirming against his heavy weight, fighting to move her hands under his biting fingers. “Oh yes,” she begged, fighting to reach his teasing mouth on hers while flicking her hips to get more of him inside her. “Neelo, please!”

“Say it,” he shuddered, barely moving himself in her opening.

“Kinbaku!”

“Fuckinglouder,” he ordered, his hand moving under her butt.

When his thumb pushed against the opening of her rectum, the word flew out. “KINBAKU!”

He gave a long, strained groan, rocking his cock in her opening while pressing on that shocking spot. “You’remygood girl now? This sweet pussy and ass belong to me? Toyourmonster?”

“YES!”

His hips slammed into hers and his cock shattered her into a million glorious pieces. Before she could recover, he was fucking her, holding her leg pinned next to her head, his cocka war hammer, busting through every wall, obliterating every darkness. There was nowhere to hide from him, there was no escaping her beautiful, terrifying monster as he devoured all her parts and pieces, smashing them deeper into him.

As he fed every drop of his hunger with her body, she felt thefreeingpower of this unforgiving trap.Every pound and feral thrust became boosters beneath her new wings, shooting her far, far, from the darkest dark and all its nightmares.

As he met her in that place, her every breath filled with her saving word, “My husband! Oh my love, myKinbaku!”

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