Page 105 of Bratva's Intern

“Having second thoughts?” I took his hands in mine.

He shook his head.

“You ever been handcuffed before?”

“Once, but under different circumstances.”

“You’ll have to tell me more about that later.” I snaked the cuffs around the post in the headboard and snapped the ends around his wrists. He pulled gently as though testing them out.

“They’re real,” he said as if he expected them to be plastic toys that would fall apart at the first hint of pressure.

“Very much so. Are you scared now?”

“A little.”

I squirted lube onto my fingers and pressed them to hishole, fingering him. “Afraid I’ll keep you handcuffed like this to my bed and make free use of you whenever I want?”

His chest expanded as he inhaled. Then he let out the breath softly, all while grinding onto my fingers. “Why do I feel like I’d enjoy that?”

“Because you crave being owned. Like the good boy you are, you know how to please your man, don’t you?”

I slathered more lube onto my cock and stuffed a pillow beneath Wren’s hips. Guiding my dick, I shoved it playfully against his hole, his muscles fluttering around me in invitation.

Wren groaned. “Maybe.”

Maybe?

Why didn’t he sound sure?

I paused, my hand firm on his lower back, and leaned down until my chest brushed his.

“No maybe,” I said low in his ear. “You’re doing so fucking well. Taking me so sweetly. There’s nothing uncertain about how perfect you are for this—for me.”

I kissed the curve of his shoulder. “You want to please me? You already do every time you open up like this. Every time you let me see you.”

I pressed in a little more, enough to make him gasp.

“You’re not just a good boy, Wren. You’remygood boy. And I’m so fucking proud of the way you trust me enough to let me own every inch of you.”

Slowly I pressed the head of my cock inside him inch by inch. He parted his lips in a trembling gasp, tugging at the cuffs as if the restraint only made the stretch sharper, sweeter.

“Max…” he moaned, back arching in invitation. “So big… oh my god?—”

“Shhh, easy now.” I spread his thighs wider with a firmgrip. “Just like that. Look at you, so fucking perfect, opening up for me.”

I nudged deeper, slow and steady, and his body fluttered around me. He cried out.

“Breathe, baby. You can take all of me. This sweet little cunt was made to be stretched by my cock.”

A groan tore from his throat. He was sweating and panting.

“Fuck, look at how you grip me—so greedy, so wet, sucking me in like you never want to let go.”

I slid my hand to his lower belly, pressing down as if I could feel myself inside him.

“You’re doing so fucking well. Taking every inch like my perfect little cock-drunk boy.”

I leaned over him, voice low and filthy in his ear.

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