Page 109 of Taking Chances

It’s funny to think this is his first relationship, because he’s knocking it out of the park. He wines and dines me every day, doing small romantic surprises at least a few times a week.

I asked him once if he’s doing that because he thinks I need it, but he shut me up, shoving his cock into my mouth, saying, “Do you really think I’d do something I don’t want to?” I shook my head in response. “Good. Now suck,” he said and rewarded me with two orgasms.

The gala comes to an end, and it’s time for him to leave me. My body mourns the loss of his touch the instant he removes his hand.

He dips his head before saying goodbye to everyone and heading out. As far as others are concerned, he’s bringing the car around, but the truth is a bit more nefarious.

My heart rate picks up as I track the time on my phone, chewing on my bottom lip. When five minutes pass, I get up, say my own goodbyes, and head out to the back exit like planned.

Every step reminds me of the plug inside my ass, and my skin tingles with anticipation. The air is cold as I step outside, but I’m too keyed up to actually feel it.

My heels click on the parking lot pavement. I make three steps before a hand wraps around my mouth. A familiar, tattooed hand.

I try to scream, but the sound is muffled by the hand.

“Shhh,” he coos into my ear. My heart pumps wildly in my chest as my shoulders thrash, trying to break free.

A silk white handkerchief is stuffed into my mouth, replacing the hand. My first instinct is to spit it out, but before I manage to do it, he ties a rope around it, making it impossible to expel from my mouth.

He brings both of my hands behind my back, tying them roughly into another knot. Slipping a hand behind my knees, he picks me up and carries me to the car. Dumping me in the back seat, he slams the door and makes his way around to the driver seat.

“Mmmm. Mmmm,” I try to scream again but I’m not nearly loud enough.

My nipples are hard as a rock, my clit pulsing with need as the thrill of it courses through me. The car swerves and turns, and I bounce around the back seat. Every sudden movement reminds me of what’s nestled between my ass cheeks.

Fuck. This might as well be the hottest thing we’ve ever done.

Eventually, the car comes to a stop.

Lennox turns around. “I’m going to need you to be fucking quiet, or you’ll be fucked raw until you can barely stand.”

No fucking chance I’m staying quiet.

He opens the doors and my poor attempts to scream start again. He lifts his arms and the last thing I see is a black ribbon of sorts. Suddenly, I’m surrounded by darkness. I squirm and attempt to scream even harder, but his hands are rough as he pulls me out of the car, shoving me from behind.

This time, he doesn’t carry me, rather pushing me forward and forward until he stops me by my shoulders and pushes me down to my knees.

He unties the rope around my mouth, and I finally manage to spit out the handkerchief.

“Let me go!” I yell, but he responds with a dark chuckle.

“Feel free to scream, Firecracker. No one can hear you here.”

Another wave of excitement courses through me. He won’t ask me for a color tonight. No, we planned the whole night in detail, and the only way it stops is if I give him a safe word. And I plan to do no such thing.

I release a loud wail for help. My tied wrists are unmoving no matter how much force I use to pull them apart.

“Guess I’m going to have to shut you up another way.” His tone his threatening, followed by the sound of a zipper.

My breath hitches but I continue calling for help. Until my scream is cut off by his thick cock entering my mouth. My stomach recoils at the sudden intrusion to my throat, but he feels so fucking good. Grabbing the back of my head, he fucks my mouth, while I’m unable to do anything but take it. I moan around his cock, eliciting a low chuckle from him.

“You’re a dirty little whore, aren’t you? Moaning around a stranger’s cock.”

His words make me drip down my thighs, but I won’t admit that quite yet. Instead, I pull my lips back, revealing my teeth and scraping the sensitive skin of his dick.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “You’ll get punished for that.”

His cock exits my mouth instantly. He lowers my dress, releasing both of my breasts and pinches my nipples brutally. I cry out, but he gets behind me, doing quick work of releasing my hands. I try to circle my wrists to relieve them of some pain, but his voice stops me. “Hands in front of you.”

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