Page 85 of Connected

“I said let me go!”

“And I said no!” She laughs as she drops a very gentle barely there kiss on his lips, then forcing her tongue into his mouth, she can feel the effect of her teasing. The swollen want of his cock, his low frustrated growl, the needy thrust of his tongue against hers. She grins and pulling away, she flicks one quick lick on his cheek. Her teeth graze against his ear as she whispers, “You’re mine…”

Stirring feelings, he’s not had before, the heat of desire pumps excitedly around his usually cold body. He snarls in frustration—he has no idea what she’s doing to him, but she’s having such a strong and tormenting effect that he aches on the inside. His cock pulses as she straddles her legs over his lap and lowers her body onto the hard length.

Taking a breath, her eyes stare into his; her hand touches his cheek as she kisses him.

Lifting her hips, she grinds against his groin—rocking her hips back then forward she slowly fucks his body, and he is now desperate to grab her flesh. Not able to—the restraints holding him back—he becomes angrily frustrated by her continued teasing.

“Let me go!” he demands more menacingly

She shakes her head. “No… No, not yet. I want you to know what it’s like to not have control.”

“Kat, you can’t do this to me. Don’t keep teasing me like this,” he snarls. “You’ll regret it.”

“Really? How’s that? It looks to me as if you have no choice. Not unless you can pull those from the wall?”

She smiles and kisses him—her breasts brushing over his chest while hips thrust up and down on his cock—it’s so hard and his balls ache; as she rides him harder and faster.

“Oh, you smell so good, it’s like—”

“Shh… Be quiet!” she snaps, silencing his mouth with a kiss. Closing her eyes, she shuts everything else out; her pain, her thoughts—even him. Rising and then pushing down, her hips move faster—her hand rubbing furiously at her clit she’s lost in her own pleasure.

Darius groans loudly. He can do nothing except watch as she fucks his body—helpless beneath her, he’s ready to explode. “Fuck it, Kat… Let me fuckin’ go!”

He howls with frustrated rage and no longer able to hold, Kat feels the wet of him seep between her legs onto the sheets.

“Oh…” he growls in submission. “Oh… that was so good. You were right, we are connected—I’m yours whenever you want me.”

She nods. And with a huge smile, she strokes her hand over his chest, then leaning forward, she releases his hands from their bondage.

Slumping against him, she curls herself in his arms and pulls the satin sheet around them—covering their naked bodies.

“Kat… are you, all right? What’s wrong?” Darius feels her unease as he questions her silence.

“Nothing. Everything’s fine, but I have something… you know what, it doesn’t matter. Just hold me.”

She snuggles against his chest, her cheek rested, listening to the quiet thud of his heart—imagined or not—the sound feels real.

He wraps himself around her and holds her tight. Looking up at the mirror, a picture of them is reflected—him with his hand stroking gently down her back, comforting her as she lays eyes closed, resting against his chest.

She wakes a while after. In pain, her neck throbs as the silver metal unbearably stings her skin. Not realizing she fell asleep; she is still positioned on top of him with her head against his chest. “What time is it?”

“Nearly midnight. You’ve been asleep for quite a while.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Hey, shh… Kat, it’s fine. It’s been such a long time since someone slept next to me and it was nice just to watch you.”

“Darius about this, about us—the way this has to be.”

“Relax, don’t worry right now, it’s going to be fine. It will all work out.”

“I think I should go.”

“You could stay, the night. If you want?”

“I can’t. Besides, this is hurting now and I need you to take it off.”

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