Page 50 of Bound and Branded

Everything is so good, and so terrible all at once.

The amount of time it’s taken just for him to do the ropes is like a dream. A passing fantasy that I can’t even begin to put into words, or nail down.

I’m weightless. I’m a creature made entirely by him, and yet, it was all by me too. I’m the one that made this happen. I’m the one who knew myself well enough to understand that this was where I needed to be.

And I trust him.

With all that I am. With everything that I want. I told him that I wanted something different. Something more intimate, and he’s given me this. This ultimate showmanship of who he is and what he can do.

This profound show of trust, this opportunity for me to give him everything.

He stands behind me and holds me so that he’s pressing against my hips. He pushes them, tilting them up, while my head begins to go down. And then he kisses me like that, with me upside down and him feasting on my mouth.

It makes me feel like I’m shining from the inside out. It makes me feel things I never thought possible. I’m so… Smug. Because what man can just do this? Can create whole worlds and performances out of his expression of sexual desire? Mine can.

My Dom. My Wolf.

And he does belong to me.

The idea of anyone else ever having him again makes me feel like I’m being tortured. I want to belong to him. I want him to belong to me. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything.And this is maybe why he hasn’t kissed me all that much. He breaks that kiss, leaves me suspended upside down, and then stands. I’m very aware of him looking at me.

Then his fingers are on me, sliding through my slick folds as he pushes two fingers into me where I’m hanging upside down.

I can’t close my legs.

Can’t control the movements in any capacity. And I don’t want to. With one hand, he undoes his belt, opens up his jeans, and frees his cock. My mouth is just at the right level, and I take him in as best I can as he leans in and sucks my clit into his mouth. I can’t say that I’ve ever been a big fan of this position. Laying down, it’s cumbersome. A working vacation, I’ve heard it called, and I think that’s fair.

But not like this. I’m weightless. He tastes delicious. His tongue on me is a revelation, and I find myself spiraling into a galaxy of pleasure.

He pumps two fingers inside me as he continues to lick me, and I lose control of myself completely, crying out my pleasure as I come hard around his fingers.

He moves away from me, taking that beautiful cock away from me too, and I protest.

“Not yet,” he says. “You have to earn it.”

I whimper.

“Such an impatient, greedy girl you are,” he says.

I feel it as a compliment. I feel it race through my whole body.

He tilts me so that I’m upright, the ropes now pulling hard against my pussy, and I whimper from the pain of it—my lips held open, my clit feeling swollen, sensitive, and exposed.

The orgasm that I just had has made me even more sensitive, and I can barely breathe.

“Be patient,” he says.

He doesn’t touch me. He stands there, looking at me. Moves around me, looks at my body from every angle, and I feel it likea touch. Then he grabs hold of my hair and pulls me back so that I’m on my back, balanced perfectly, suspended in the air.

His hand still in my hair, he leans in and kisses my mouth, gripping my face with his other hand, claiming me deep and hard as he does. Then he moves so he’s standing in front of me, his cock hard and proud, such a massive turn on.

He grips my hips and brings me toward him, thrusting that hard shaft through my slick lips. Before he finally, finally takes me. He thrusts in, hard, and starts fucking me like it’s the thing he’s been waiting for. Like it’s the thing he wants most in the world. It’s all too much. Being held weightless— but also his body, hard and uncompromising as he pounds into me. It’s perfect. Wild, and utterly erotic.

And then, as he continues to fuck me, he reaches and grabs my hair. He tilts me up so he can kiss me, his tongue thrusting between my lips as his cock moves inside my pussy, so good that I can’t stand it.

I break apart. Shatter into a million pieces. And he comes, hot and slick inside me, continuing to thrust even afterward, the intensity of it sending aftershocks through my body.

He looks at me, his eyes wild and fierce. I see something there that I’ve never seen before.

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