Page 87 of Vow to Hate You

He tossed the wand on the bed before grabbing my hips, lifting me up. A shocked cry escaped me when he put me on my stomach before getting up and kneeling behind me. He grabbed me again, pulling me onto my knees until my ass was in the air with my face pressing into the mattress. I tilted my face to the side, unable to move out of this position with my arms trapped.

“I love you in this position,” he rasped, his fingers digging into my ass cheek. He ran a finger over my pussy, making me jerk. “You’re dripping for me, Talie.”

“Fuck me,” I demanded, wriggling my ass.

To my surprise, he didn’t free his cock but pushed the smooth metal against my entrance before slowly sliding inside. I bit my tongue when he filled me. It wasn’t fucking enough. While I had no regrets putting that cage on him, it was too small for him to satisfy me with it on when he was inside me. Before I could voice it, he grabbed the wand again and reached around me, pressing it to my clit.

I bucked against him from the sudden onslaught of pleasure, sucking in shallow breaths as he pulled out and then pushed inside me again. His pace was slower than usual, and I met each of his thrusts eagerly, as if that would help get me over the edge. The wand did its job, coaxing me closer and closer until I was heaving breaths when my muscles locked up.

“Not yet.” He pulled the toy from me, making a string of curses leave my mouth.

“I was right there,” I snapped in a shrill voice.

“You wanted to fuck with this cage on,” he taunted, his fingers digging into my hips as he continued to plunge into me. “You don’t need a toy, do you?”

I groaned in torment when he brushed his fingers over my already-sensitive clit. Every piece of me was on fire, and I needed only a little more. He kept rubbing me while keeping his thrusts steady and controlled. His fucking self-control was something that needed to be studied, because I was about to lose it.

After he teetered me on the edge for what felt like the hundredth time, I whimpered before cursing at him. My body was shaking, my limbs tight from the constant teasing.

“Take it off,” I nearly screamed, fighting against the cuffs.

“Take what off?”

His smug voice did nothing to bring back my usual defiance. I was too far gone to care about anything other than the release I desperately needed.

“The damn cage,” I shrieked when he brought the toy back to my clit. “Take it off and fuck me, Damian.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes,” I cried, my fingers clenching into fists behind my back. “Get the fucking thing off.”

He pulled out of me, and I stayed still as he moved off the bed, plucking the key off the nightstand. My eyes dropped to the cage where his cock was straining against the bars. He slid the key into the small lock, hissing out a breath as he carefully slid the cage off. His skin was imprinted with lines from the metal, and he muttered a curse as he struggled to get the ring off that had been trapped around his balls.

I swallowed my amusement, knowing it would have probably been easier to do this when he didn’t have a raging hard-on.

“Thank fuck,” he grumbled once he finally slid the ring off. He fisted his free cock, letting out a low groan.

“I’m waiting,” I snarked, my throbbing pussy controlling my words.

His eyes snapped to mine, dark with lust. “You’re lucky I don’t have more patience. I could tease you until your voice is hoarse. I should after you kept this locked on me for days.”

“I’m sure you will,” I countered, grinding on air as my body buzzed with need. “But not right now.”

He chuckled roughly as he climbed back onto the bed. “No, not right now,” he agreed. “But you do know this isn’t over, Natalia.”

His warning only filled me with heated anticipation. He went on his knees behind me, and I sucked in a breath, feeling the tip of his cock brush against my ass. He rubbed his hard dick over my pussy, as if knowing his teasing was driving me wild.

“Yes,” I moaned when he finally slid inside me.

He grasped my hips, pulling my ass up even higher before slamming into me. A choked cry slipped past my lips. Hisdeep thrusts were almost too much to handle. Gone was the patient man who’d been teasing me. His pace was frantic and uncontrolled as he gripped my hips tight enough to leave marks.

“Fuck,” he bit out gruffly. “So fucking good. It’ll never be enough with you.”

My arms were aching from being restrained, but it wasn’t enough to stop my impending orgasm. The side of my face stayed pressed into the mattress as he fucked me. He dropped his fingers to my clit, stroking roughly before pinching it. A scream tore from my throat as I struggled in his hold. Between his deep thrusts and the new touch, I wasn’t sure I could handle much more. I was about to fucking combust.

“Oh my God,” I panted, writhing in his hold. “It’s too much. I can’t?—”

“You begged me to fuck you,” he cut me off between heavy breaths. “I obliged, and I’m not stopping until you come all over my cock. I know you can take it.”

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