Page 69 of They All Own Me

He smirks and steps closer, pressing his body against mine. The heat radiating from him is almost unbearable. He dips his head, kissing my neck with slow, deliberate pressure. His beard scrapes against my skin, leaving a trail of delicious friction.

“Going crazy yet?” he murmurs against my collarbone.

“Insane,” I admit, tugging at the chains binding my wrists. “I can’t stand it.”

“Good,” he says, lips brushing against my chest. “The build-up makes it so much more worthwhile.”

He takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. A gasp escapes me as waves of pleasure roll through my body. My back arches involuntarily, pushing me closer to him.

“Isaac,” I moan, barely able to form coherent words.

He chuckles darkly, moving to give the same attention to my other nipple. The sensation is almost too much to bear. I pull harder at the chains, desperate for some kind of release.

“You’re a mess,” he says between kisses. “A beautiful fucking mess.”

“Please,” I beg, not even sure what I’m asking for anymore.

Isaac drops to his knees in front of me, hands trailing down my sides before gripping my hips firmly. He looks up at me with those piercing green eyes, and for a moment, everything else fades away.

“Hold on tight,” he warns before leaning in and pressing his mouth against me.

The first touch of his tongue sends shockwaves through my entire body.

"You taste fucking incredible," he says before he dives back in.

My hands clench around the chains above me as he starts working me with expert precision. He moves slowly at first, savoring every reaction he pulls from me.

“Oh my fucking god,” I gasp as he picks up the pace.

Isaac hums against me, the vibration adding another layer to the intense pleasure building inside me. His grip tightens on my hips as he delves deeper, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Isaac,” I cry out, barely able to hold on.

He looks up at me with a wicked grin before doubling down on his efforts. Every flick of his tongue feels like an electric current running through me. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible.

My body tenses as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable.

Just as I’m about to reach that sweet release, Isaac pulls away. The sudden absence of his mouth on me is jarring. My eyes fly open, and I glare down at him.

“What the hell?” I demand, my voice a mix of frustration and desperation.

Isaac grins up at me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m in charge of when you come, remember? And it’s gonna be on my dick.”

He bends down and unhooks my legs from the restraints, his movements precise and efficient. As he stands back up, he glances at the mess dripping down my thighs.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, “making a mess on my floor.”

My breath hitches as he starts undoing his belt, each clink of metal making my pulse race faster. “Is this what you want?” he asks, eyes locked onto mine.

“Fuck yes,” I say without hesitation.

He drops his pants, and I can’t help but stare. “Jesus Christ,” I breathe out.

“That’s not my name, baby,” he replies with a cocky smirk. “It’s Isaac. Remember it because you’ll be screaming it in a second.”

Isaac steps forward and grabs my legs, lifting me off the ground with ease. The strength in his grip makes me feel both vulnerable and exhilarated.

“You ready?” he asks, positioning himself at my entrance.

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