Page 41 of Violent Delights

Chapter 26

Liana

I’m choking on his cock, surprised by his sudden move. He’s so big, but pays very little consideration to the fact that he might be too big for me. He shoves his entire length inside my mouth, until his broad tip is pressed against the back of my throat.

I gag and hack, desperate for air and fighting my gag reflex, but instead of releasing me, he pushes even further, keeping my head in place while he moves his hips forward until my lips are almost touching his pelvis.

“We’ll have to work on that,” he comments as I struggle for air.

He finally lets go of me, giving me only a few seconds to gasp for air before he shoves himself inside again. This time he doesn’t push until he presses against the back of my throat, but shortly before that, stopping just as I start gagging again. He moves backward. Slowly. Allowing me to properly wrap my lips around his member and play along his shaft as he continues to move back and forth in a deliberate manner.

I can’t balance on my own with my arms tied up like this. I’m completely at his mercy, balancing only with the help of my weak core muscles, depending on his guidance. His grip around my hair loosens, allowing me to gain some control over my own movements.

He was already hard when I began sucking him, but I can feel him growing even more solid between my lips. I’m filled with pride and accomplishment when he lets out a deep groan of pleasure, throwing his head back, losing sight of me, but never letting go of my head. Even now, as I please him to the best of my ability, he’s the one who’s in control.

Just as I’m beginning to feel as if I might be winning over some of that control, he stops me mid-motion, holding me back by my hair and taking a step back before he leans over, his face right in front of mine when he fixes me with an intense stare. I’m panting, desperately trying to fill my lungs with air, while saliva is running down the side of my face.

“I need to fuck you,” he hisses, moving his face so close to mine that our noses are touching.

It’s now that I’m made aware of something else that’s been missing between us.

A kiss.

We have never properly kissed.

I lean forward, certain that this will be the time to change that, but he has other plans.

He jumps up, forcing me to follow him by dragging me up on my feet. I stagger like a newborn deer, struggling to maintain my balance without being able to move my arms.

My scalp hurts from all the hair pulling, and I sigh in relief when he finally lets go of me, instead hooking his finger into the ring on my collar to lead me over to the bed.

“On your back,” he says, much to my surprise.

I climb up on the sheets, even more clumsy than usual, as I try to lay down without having the support of my arms. He notices my struggle and helps by grabbing my shoulders and slowly lowering me down to the mattress.

“Lift your legs and bend your knees,” he orders next.

I’m trembling with need, dizzy with anticipation, while I position myself the way he asked me to, watching him with curious eyes while he throws another bundle of rope next to me on the sheets. Then he finishes undressing himself.

Finally.

I can’t take my eyes off of him as he slowly removes one piece of clothing after another. His hard cock is glistening with my saliva, jutting out with its impressive length and delicious girth. I can’t wait to feel him inside of me.

It’s the first time for me to see him naked, allowed to see him in all his tanned glory. The strange ink stretches over his muscular arms when he climbs onto the bed, grabbing the rope in the process. It’s easy to tell that he has done this sort of thing a lot of times before. He starts on my left leg, pushing it until it’s fully bent at the knee, before he starts wrapping the rope around it, fastening it just below my knee and adding another knot just above my ankle.

I watch him, turned on and fascinated at the same time. Even after an entire week as his captive, I still struggle to place the fact that it took so long for this to happen, so I could have my darkest fantasies realized.

He moves on to my other leg, deliberately letting the rope caress over my wet center. The rough material prickles against my sensitive skin, and I see him grinning as I moan in bliss.

“Frog-tie is what they call this,” he says as he fastens the last knot around my other leg. “But I think fuck-tie is more appropriate. Wouldn’t you agree, Pet?”

I’m sprawled out in front of him, my legs tied and spread apart, rendered immobile by his rope skills. Before I can give him a reply, he moves his hand between my legs, casting me a mischievous smile when he finds the proof of my arousal.

“So wet for me,” he whispers. “What a perfect little pet you are.”

I groan a desperate response while he plays with my clit, threatening to make me come before I can feel him inside me.

“Please,” I hear myself plead. “Please, fuck me.”

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