Page 15 of Restrain Me

“Not God,” Grant corrects me. “Tell me who’s making you moan, baby.”

“You, all you.”

“That’s right, sweet girl.” He adds another finger, and I think I’ll combust. Slowly, he pumps them in and out of me, brushing just the right spot as his other finger dances over my clit. I’m rocking now, trying my best to move with him, but my lack of freedom prevents me from getting anywhere.

“Grant,” I cry. “Jesus Christ, it’s so good.” I think I’ll fall over the edge at any moment and never come back. “Please,” I beg. “Please make me come.”

“Yeah, baby? You want to come around my fingers while you’re all tied up? Does that make you hot, sweet girl?”

His words send another bolt of lightning down my spine, making me even more desperate to come.

“Yes,” I moan, “Please!” My pleads are desperate shouts, begging for release.

“Go ahead, baby,” he says. “Come for me. Show me what a good little slut you are.”

I come apart at his words. My orgasm tearing me into a thousand tiny pieces. I feel like my thoughts are numbed by my screams. I push against the hog tie as my body becomes weightless.

Before I can return to the surface, Grant drags his finger over my clit again and curls his other inside me.

“Please,” I say again, but this time it’s a desperate plea for a break, for a moment of reprieve.

“You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart. I want to see you come again. Just one more time, and then I’ll fuck you.”

The pressure of my last orgasm has barely receded before the next one is already building. And quickly. I’m writhing in Grant’s grip, barely aware of the sounds escaping my mouth as I beg for the next release, for Grant to fuck me, and everything in between.

“That’s it, baby, you can take it,” Grant praises. “Show me how perfect you are, sweetheart.”

My next orgasm crashes into me without warning, my body convulsing under his touch. I flood with heat, from head to toe, screaming out his name loudly before I become a blubbering mess.

“Please,” I beg, needing a reprieve. “Please, please, please.”

“Atta girl,” Grant says as he slowly withdraws his fingers from me.

I suck in a breath, slowing my breathing the best I can while Grant peppers my skin in kisses. “Such a good girl,” he says, his voice deep and adoring, and I glow under his praise.

Grant unhooks the straps around my ankles, rubbing his hands over the sore spots before bending my knees so they’re positioned under me, and my ass is propped up in the air.

“Are you ready, baby?” Grant asks, the teasing tone from earlier drifting away as he checks in on me.

“Yes.”

I hear him unzip his pants and rip open the foil packet of a condom before his hands come back to my body. They run over my ass before I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. He slides through my slit, getting the tip of his head slick with my juices before he pushes into me.

The pressure is intense, and he starts slowly, pulling back and pushing in a little farther each time. I breathe into the mattress, the leather pinching against my wrists, making me moan as he finally fits himself deep inside me. “That’s it,” he says. “Take me the whole way, baby.” His cock feels like it was made for me, fitting perfectly inside me. I suck in a breath as he picks up the pace, pulling back and thrusting hard. His cock feels so different from his fingers, bigger and wider and reaching spots I’ve never experienced before. My deliriously pleasured moans flow from my lips one after another, muffled by the mattress until Grant grabs a fistful of my hair, tugging to lift my chest and head up slightly.

“I want to hear you,” he tells me. This time when I moan, the sound is loud, with no fabric barrier to catch it. “That’s it,” he encourages. “You feel so good, baby. I love how tight your pussy is around my cock. You take me so well.”

I struggle against my restraints, suddenly wishing they were gone so I could use my hands to feel his body. But I can’t deny the tingly warmth that rushing through me, knowing I’m at his mercy. That he can use me, and I can’t stop him.

“Fuck.” My body tightens with his next thrust, the heat pooling in my stomach. I’ve never been able to come multiple times before, never by myself and never with a partner, but Grant has me on the edge of my third orgasm of the night.

“I want to hear you scream my name as you come around my cock.”

“Please,” I moan. “Please, Sir.”

“Yes, sweet girl. Come again for me.” I feel him pick up the pace, driving into me with long, powerful strokes that have me writhing beneath him. Every time he presses forward, he grinds against my clit, giving me a teasing moment of friction, the angle lighting me up from the inside out.

“Grant!”I shout his name, locking eyes with his as my orgasm crashing over me. Taking in the sight of him above me rachets up the intensity of my release, rolling into another as he continues thrusting.

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