Page 51 of One of Them

The chain remained attached to the bed. And when I saw the full picture for the first time, my mind loosened its grip on sanity. I pulled myself up, surrendering, spreading my legs wider in invitation.

Eager for the reward, I begged him to accept, and he did, throwing my legs over his arms with ease.

He slipped the panties off in one smooth motion. With a deep inhale, he took in the sight, the tip of his nose brushing against my clit.

When we faced each other, he couldn’t hide the hunger in his eyes, even in the darkness.

A deep grunt escaped him. “I’ve been waiting way too long to taste this pussy.”

As if on cue, the light went out. Feeling now at home in the darkness, his mouth immediately sprang into action, sucking my clit without warning.

Holy Crap.

I didn’t bother stifling the desperate sounds that escaped me. The angle at which he held me allowed him to tongue-fuck me deeply. He thrust in and out, each movement precise, alternating with calculated swipes. His grip on my thighs was unyielding yet steady. The darkness sharpened every sensation, my body attuned to the pleasure. I couldn’t see him, but I wanted to, no, needed to grasp those curls instead.

His head was trapped between my thighs, and I held him there, squeezing with all my might, chasing the high. My mind threatened to shut down, but my grip on the metal remained firm.

As euphoria neared, I pressed his head twice. He understood. Lowering my legs to the ground, Maxim straightened me up.

Not wanting to miss a second, I hurried to switch the settings back to normal light. Chain in hand, I led him to the bed, not letting him out of my sight. The chain flashed in the movement, a silver collar around his neck. I eyed his body, the way his muscles strained with each step.

Maxim was a dangerous breed. The one you somehow managed to leash, but you both knew it was because he let you, filling you with false ideas ofcontrol before you found yourself underneath the beast, the teeth inches from piercing your skin.

And I was just rabid enough to let him bite me.

Sitting on the edge, he leaned back on his palms, waiting with his thick thighs spread.

I climbed onto his lap, hissing at the mere touch, his hardness pressing against me, demanding entrance. I ran my hand up his torso, grabbing onto the chain. Every part of me wanted to pull, even his eyes daring me, but I only held on, the metal cold between my fingers.

Maxim let me toy with his body, my tongue tracing the side of his neck, teasing, testing. He tapped into some invisible well of patience that I never quite found myself, his breathing steady but his arousal apparent.

The pulsing, the need, was overwhelming, but the second I lowered myself, eager for contact, he lifted me effortlessly, flipping us in one swift motion, forcing me face down.

He was the one chained, yet the power had shifted. Speed was his advantage.

“My turn to play,” Maxim growled against my ear.

Goosebumps rose along my skin as I pressed my face into the satin sheets.

His grip on the back of my neck held me tight, a chain of his own making, as he nudged at my entrance.

Maxim circled his hips, teasing, as the needy sounds slipping from my lips felt foreign to the rest of me. He never pushed inside, only slid against me in slow, torturous strokes. Innocent, but just as devastating.

His grip tightened, fingers sinking into my flesh as he held me down. This time I welcomed it.

From the moment I saw the bed, I wanted to explore the room. Now, I was doing it with him.

Life sure had a twisted sense of humor.

Just like our encounter at the club, he pushed the limits of my boundaries, testing my patience. Maybe even my sanity.

When his finger trailed over my ass, circling before pushing in, the pressure at the back of my neck merciful, I felt completely claimed.

Despite the stillness between us, neither of us seemed restrained.

I knew he was holding back, but I didn’t expect his next move. He slapped my pussy, the sharp sound echoing off the walls, then returned to the same position, me sitting in his lap, in control.

It was all a game. The power shifted with every move, tilting between us, never quite settling.

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