Page 21 of His Secret Toy
She’s shaking now, barely holding on. “Because I can’t stop clenching around it... Because it doesn’t stretch my cunt as good as your cock does. I need you. Not it.”
I don’t touch her during the ride. I don’t press the button again. I just watch her unravel while we speed toward the tower.
By the time we reach the garage, her eyes are glassy. She stumbles slightly stepping out and I let her fall against my chest.
“Upstairs. Now.”
She strips the second we walk into the suite. I don’t ask or stop her. She kneels on the bedroom floor, legs spread, plug still inside her, fingers twitching at her sides.
I fucking love how she wants me.
I grab the black, silk tie from the dresser and bind her wrists behind her back. Then I make her crawl to the bed.
“Face down. Legs apart.”
She obeys.
I remove the plug slowly, watching her back arch in relief.
She barely breathes as I slide my cock between her thighs and press in.
Her moan comes out in broken gasps.
I don’t stop moving once I start. I fuck her with both hands gripping her tied wrists, using her body the way she begged me to.
“You’re so wet,” I growl. “All fucking night, you sat there dripping for me.”
She cries into the pillow.
I slap her ass once—hard—and she jerks around me, thighs trembling.
“I could’ve made you come in front of all of them. You want that?”
“No,” she gasps.
“You want it like this. Tied. Used. Owned.”
She sobs harder. “Yes—yes, please.”
I fuck her until her legs collapse.
Then I flip her over, pull her wrists above her head, and fuck her again.
This time she screams when she comes. Her back arches. Her thighs snap shut. I force them apart and make her ride it out until she goes limp.
I come inside her, teeth clenched, hips bucking, once, then twice.
When I finally untie her, she doesn’t move. She watches me, blinking slowly.
I kiss her chin. Then her throat and mouth. She doesn’t ask what it means.
CHAPTER NINE
POV: Harper
I sit on the edge of his bed, knees pulled up, head low. The candles flicker across the wall. It’s late. It’s too late to pretend I can sleep this off.
Roman is still as he watches from across the room. He’s waiting.
