Page 42 of Fatal Bonds

“Oh god!” she gasps, her hips grinding up against my mouth, seeking relief.

I can feel her creeping closer to the edge as her sex swells, her clit twitching against my tongue. Tension vibrates through her body, her thighs quivering as they tighten around my shoulders. Breath hitching, Lindsey reaches the pinnacle, and just before she topples over the edge, I pull back, releasing her clit as I look up the length of her body. She pants as she looks down at me, our eyes meeting between the swells of her breasts. Frustration is written across her face, and her eyebrows press into a pained frown. Then she lets her head fall back against the bed as she tries to catch her breath.

“So beautiful, aren’t you?” I murmur, pressing kisses along the inside of her thigh. “So responsive and eager too.” I pause, my lips hovering over the skin at the bend of her hip—just before where I know she really wants them. “I wonder how long I could keep you like this.Justlike this—desperate for release and yet unsatisfied.”

Lindsey tenses, her head lifting off the bed so she can assess my face, and a flash of anxiety lights her eyes. Wrapping my lips around her clit, I don’t give her time to respond. I suck her into my mouth, closing my teeth just enough to make her cry out, then I soothe the punishment with my tongue, swirling it over her clit until she whimpers with pleasure.

Her hips roll, her body responding to my touch, and I ease two fingers into her pussy. She’s drenched, her wet heat so inviting it makes all the remaining blood surge from my head down to my cock.

“Fuck, Maks!” she cries, her walls tightening around me.

Again, I coax her to the edge, stimulating her clit with my tongue, her G-spot with my fingers until she’s trembling with need. Then I stop, pulling my fingers out of her abruptly and rocking back onto my knees so I can watch her squirm. She does, her hips bucking, and her arms jerking against the ties that won’t let her relieve her frustration.

“Maddening, isn’t it?” I taunt softly. “Thinking you’re about to get something you want, knowing how good it would be if only you could have it. Then having it snatched away at the last second.”

Lindsey’s eyes widen, big and blue and innocent, and she strains more forcefully against her bindings as I lean in once more. “Maks, wait,” she pleads, then a sultry moan rushes from her as I suck her oversensitive flesh between my lips.

I know it’s working. I can feel the desperation in each line of her body as she moves beneath me, searching for the release that I refuse to give her—not when I’m still teeming with frustration and near my wit’s end. But every time I stop just short of giving her a release, that overwhelming pressure eases inside me. It feels good to give her a taste of what I’m enduring, the hope that gets crushed every time I fall for her tricks and get burned. She can’t help but do the same as I awaken her desires, giving her just enough pleasure to make her body trust that I’ll give her what I always have before.

Lindsey groans in agony as I draw back a fifth time. Tears stream silently down her cheeks. She’s a wreck, her golden locks a tangled mess around her head from her inability to lie still. She looks fucking perfect, every inch of her tuned to my presence as she quivers beneath the lightest touch.

I stroke my fingers between her drenched folds, and she jerks, her body twitching against my palm.

“God, fuck, Maks please!” she screams, and when I ease two fingers into her pussy, my pinky pressing against the puckered hole of her ass, she grants me access willingly, her body grasping for me as he pulls me deeper inside her.

“Please what, little rabbit?” I murmur, bracing an arm beside her so I can hover over her body and take one hard nipple in my mouth.

“Please, let me come,” she whimpers, her back arching until her breast is firmly suctioned against my lips.

“I don’t think so,” I say, swirling her clit with my thumb as my fingers slide in and out of her.

I’ve never wanted to punish someone so badly, and seeing the intensity of her pleasure, watching how desperately she seeks relief, has me fucking hard as a rock and half-mad with dark, sadistic satisfaction. Lindsey’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on, so full of fire and life, I’ve been swallowed up by her flames. I want to find her breaking point so I never have to feel this way again. Lava throbs through my veins at the thought of keeping her tied to my bed indefinitely, of having her here to punish and pleasure whenever I want. But that would destroy her, and I don’t want to do that, so instead, I’ll have to bend her to my will.

Lindsey sobs as my rhythm slows, creeping back from the edge without removing my fingers from her completely. What I wouldn’t give to bury my cock inside her right now. The thought of it drives me mad with desire, and red clouds the edges of my vision as my cock throbs. The fabric pressed against my swollen tip is damp with precum, and my balls feel tight and bruised, but I won’t give in to my needs. I meant what I said to Lindsey, and I intend to stick to my word.

She shivers violently beneath me as I increase my pace a fraction at a time, and a devastated wail bursts from her, obliterating my rage as it tears my heart open.

“Pomegranate!” she screams.

I freeze, every muscle in my body locking down as she breaks down in tears. It’s the only time she’s used her safe word—after all the ways I’ve pushed her, all the spankings and punishments I’ve dealt out, all her dark desires I’ve uncovered since the first time I took off my belt, I’ve finally found her limit. Fear grips me as I slam back into my reality, and I remove my fingers from her, worried that I hurt her accidentally.

“Fuck,” I hiss, reaching up to free her wrists as she sobs uncontrollably.

She sits up as I rock back to release her ankles next, and as soon as she’s unbound, she pulls her knees up to her chest, crossing her ankles and wrapping her arms around her legs.

“Are you hurt?” I ask softly, reaching for her as she shakes uncontrollably.

She shakes her head, and relief floods my body when she doesn’t pull away. Enfolding her in my arms, I hold her close, trying to keep her in one piece until her trembling starts to calm.

“Talk to me, Lindsey,” I murmur, cupping her cheek with my palm and tipping her face up so I can see her eyes. I brush the tears from her face with my thumb, my heart shattering at the look of devastation that I find.

“I c-can’t take it anymore,” she stutters between sobs. “I’m so frustrated it h-hurts!”

She’s voiced perfectly the emotions that have driven me to this point, but I never should have taken it so far. I teased her for too long—long enough she actually broke down. I wanted to find her breaking point, and now that I’ve found it, I feel horrible for what I’ve done. I thought I was in control—Ineededto be in control—but I took advantage of her trust, and even if that’s exactly what I’m upset with her for doing to me, I shouldn’t have handled it the way I did. I have all the power in this situation—the strength to subdue her, the authority to keep her—and that means I need to have unwavering control of my emotions. I let her get to my head.

My lips part, an apology on the tip of my tongue, when a heavy fist pounds on the bedroom door. Linsey squeaks, her body tensing in my arms, and her head snaps in the direction of the French doors.

“Fuck off,” I growl, raising my voice so whoever knocked can hear it on the other side of the wood.

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