Page 41 of Keeping The Virgin

My gaze travels to where some of my clothes hang. There are decorative poles on each side of the racks.

Something to tie me to…

Another gush soaks my pussy as Cage expertly pulls my ankles over to where I was just looking. My bottom lightly scrapes over the carpet, burning my skin and lighting fire to my nerve endings. He positions me so that one foot is by one pole and the other foot is by another, spreading me so that I’m fully exposed.

I’m beside myself with fear and ecstasy as he ties one of my ankles to the post, then the other to the second one. I mewl and shift as my legs straddle him. I raise my arms over my head again, inviting him to bind me there, too, just as he did last night with my negligee.

He leans back on his haunches, the veins in his neck livid and pumping as he hungrily looks at my pussy. Then he drags his gaze back to my face.

“Are you still willing to learn?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whisper harshly. “Please!”

Another nerve-screaming moment passes as I see a tug-of-war in him. But when I wiggle my hips in agitation, it’s over.

He growls again, rougher this time, and I sob in relief and rapture. With the devil in his gaze, he wraps my wrists with another stocking, then ties it off, leaving me willingly vulnerable and beating for him.

As he undoes his belt, then his fly, I encourage him by making soft, needy noises, biting my lip to keep myself from completely begging him.

He takes out his big, stiff cock, and before I can shriek in anticipation, he slides his hands under me and hauls my entire body up toward him. I gasp as I land on his lap, my pussy against his belly, his shaft nestled between my folds and the crevice of my bottom. His hands hold me up.

Instinctively I squirm again, and the forbidden sensation of his dick in a place where I never thought one would be drives me insane.

“Baby,” he whispers, and I can hear all the demons scratching his voice.

Then, out of nowhere, he kisses me, deeply, desperately, and my lust melts just enough to expose the yearning inside of myself—the need to have him kiss me like this for the rest of my life…

But then his mouth grows more demanding on mine. He nips at me, almost as if he knows that he’s revealed a part of himself that never should’ve come to light, and he’s punishing me for that, too.

I want to dig my hands in his hair, run my palms over his firm body, but I can’t because of my bound hands. And when he cuts off the kiss and loops my arms over his head so that they’re dangling together behind his shoulders, I’m helpless to touch him anywhere.

I start to protest, but he shuts me up with another ruthless kiss—a hungry one that’s all lips and teeth and urgency. Then he clutches my hair and brings me away from his mouth so that my chin is up in the air.

In that hot moment, the sting of carpet burn on my ass combines with the feel of his cock between my crevice and my ultra-parted legs, and I whisper, “Please do it. Please.”

He tortures me a little more by stroking his hand from my back up my waist, then cupping my breast. He plays with my nipple, slowing everything down, sending jolts of need through me.

Dammit, I want to touch him back, but I can’t…

A tiny, thwarted cry wells up in me as he lightly runs his fingertips down the center of my stomach, my belly. He comes perilously close to my pubic hair but stops short of it, brushing back and forth against my tender skin. Thanks to the bindings on my ankles, my folds are so spread open that my clit feels raw as it palpitates.

I’m burning everywhere for him.

“I want…” I start to say.

“What?”

As he reaches down to tickle my clit, I sob. He only growls again then grips me by the hips, lifting me onto his cock. I groan loudly as he fills me, then I try to bring my legs in to wrap around him, but I can’t. I only strain at my ankle bindings as I lean backward, arching. He lets me slump back onto the carpet, and the momentum brings my tied hands over my head again.

He braces his hands on the floor on either side of me, hovering over me as he drives his cock into me again, bringing my hips up in a suspended, erotic moment. My prone, helpless position gets me hotter, hotter, as he slips out of me, then thrusts into me again.

My brain fogs up as he fucks me, fucks me smoothly and mercilessly, the stockings pulling at my ankles every time he pushes into me. My bared clit is screaming now, and I’m about to snap, everything taut inside me, bands stretching then relaxing with every thrust.

I start to tremble inside with the rising heat, and the tremble turns into an uncontrollable shiver.

“Baby,” he says with every increasing stroke. “Shit, you’re hotter than I ever… Fuck.”

His words die off as he loses himself, his thrusts becoming more insistent as he watches me, his breathing chopped, his skin slick against mine.

I can’t hold myself back anymore. It’s too much. I…

A quaking trill within me sputters, then busts into sparks, then spirals through me, up and up until it screams, then bursts apart. I come loudly, calling his name, but it doesn’t stop there. Just as I’m winding down, another spiral pops up and out of me, and, god, I don’t think this is going to stop as another one attacks, exploding and tearing me apart.

Then everything goes dark until Cage blasts wet heat into me as well, bathing me, completing me as he collapses on top of me.

I want to hold him tightly against me, but I’m still bound.

Restricted in so many ways from showing him how much I need him…

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