Page 108 of Revelation

“Relax into the bindings,” Josh says, his voice full of smooth confidence. “They’ll hold your weight.”

I try to let myself relax, but I can’t seem to do it.

“Take a deep breath,” he commands, grazing his fingers across my belly. “And then let it out slowly.”

I do as I’m told and allow myself to melt into my bindings—and, I’ll be damned, just like he said, my limbs are being fully supported and held into place. I’m like a fly caught in a web. Immovable. Completely at his mercy. A little sound of arousal lurches out of my throat.

Josh peels off his clothes slowly, his blue eyes smoldering at me as he does, and stands in front of me, his erection straining, his muscles tense. “Your body is mine,” he says.

“Yes, sir.”

He looks me up and down for a moment, smiling wickedly. “Hmm. What shall I do to my slave first?”

I shudder.

He ambles over to a nearby rack and runs his hand along a selection of implements, finally selecting a long, feathered rod from the rack. When he returns to me, he’s smiling devilishly.

“I had to have you,” he says. “I couldn’t go another day.”

He lazily drifts the tickler over my breasts, belly, and hips, culling goose bumps out of every square inch it touches. I moan. He does it again. And then again. And then he leans into me and unexpectedly sucks on my hard nipple.

When I cry out with excitement, he reaches down and plunges his fingers inside me, making me jerk and jolt in my bindings.

“Dripping wet,” he says softly. “Such a good girl.”

At his words, as if right on cue, I feel a glob of wetness ooze out of my crotch like thick molasses and onto my thigh.

“Oh,” he says. He brings his fingers to his mouth. “Delicious.”

I let out a long, steady exhale.

Josh walks slowly around to my backside and begins tickling the backs of my thighs and ass with his feather.

I let out a little moan. I can’t stand this anymore. I’ve never wanted a man as much as I want Josh right now. I shift my hips, desperate to relieve the pressure building inside me, but it’s no use. I’m about to climax. I can feel it. I’m in pain with this ache.

The feather retreats.

A warm, wet tongue licks my ass, and just when I begin melting into the delicious pleasure, I feel a sharp pain on my ass cheek—the unmistakable sensation of being bitten.

I shriek and jerk in my bindings.

He chuckles.

“Jesus,” I mutter.

His tongue returns to my backside and begins exploring every inch of my ass as his fingers slide to my clit and wetness and begin working me with astonishing skill. Oh shit. I’ve never been touched like this before. Where’d he learn to do this? Oh my fuck. His tongue is lapping at me from behind while his fingers areowningme. I want to writhe, but I can’t. I want to shift to relieve myself of the pressure building inside me, but I’m completely immobile.

“Fuck!” I say through gritted teeth. “Fuck, fuck. Oh my God.Fuck.”

My body suddenly wracks with a twisting orgasm and I jerk against my bindings like a fish out of water.

Before my orgasm ends, I feel Josh rising up behind me. There’s the unmistakable sound of fluid splooging out of a bottle and then a finger sliding up my asshole. I shudder. Oh my effing God. He wraps his arms around me from behind, cleaves himself to my back, grabs ahold of my breasts with lubed palms, and slides his slick cock up my ass, eliciting a low groan from deep inside me.

“I own you,” he growls into my ear, his voice strained.

I’m incapable of replying. I’ve tried anal before, but not like this—not when I’m completely sober (and therefore feeling every goddamned inch). Not when I’m bound and trussed like a pig on a spit in a goddamned sex dungeon. Not when the dick in question is a freaking donkey-dick, not to mention attached to the sexiest fuckingslab of man I’ve ever seen—who just so happened to abscond with me out of a bathroom while wearing a freaking ski mask.

I moan loudly.

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