Page 93 of Bratva's Vow
I rubbed circles into his hips and tossed the plug aside. I replaced it with two slick fingers, pushing into him harder than I had with the plug. He arched his back, and something darkly possessive surged through me at his response to my touch.
“Maxim—” He was gripping the silk restraint and pulling on it, but no way was he getting loose. Not until I was thoroughly finished with him. “I can’t think.”
I continued to stretch him open with my fingers. “You don’t need to think. Just lie there and let me use this pretty little hole.”
Removing my fingers, I picked up the bottle of lube again, slicked the liquid down my dick, and guided my cock to his entrance. I wanted to play and tease him some more. But the second the head of my cock connected with his rim,I lost it. Wren’s long moan accompanied me bottoming out inside him in one fluid thrust. His cheeks tightened, and he panted.
I smacked his cheeks. “Come on. Loosen up for me. That’s it. You do everything I tell you to do, my good boy. It’s fucking adorable the way you give in.”
“Yes.” He breathed out, a shudder running through his body. “Yes, Maxim. Please use me. Fuck me.”
Not just a plea. Not just desperation.
A gift.
A surrender so honest it broke me.
He was so tight.
Even with the plug having stretched him, even slicked and ready, his body still clung to me like it didn’t want to let me go. Heat wrapped around me in a vice grip, and my control snapped taut, barely holding.
Spreading his cheeks apart, I kept my eyes glued to his hole, watching the peek-a-boo dance of my cock disappearing and reappearing over and over. His body pulsed around me, tight, then loose, greedy for each thrust.
Every push, every little groan he made only fueled the need I had to lay stakes on him. To control him. To get him to accept that from this day onward, there was no him without me. No me without him.
He whimpered into the pillow, pushing back instinctively, even though I knew it burned. Even though it was overwhelming. So I gave him some more. Bottoming out on each thrust, hips flush against his ass, buried in him to the hilt. Buried so deep he yelped, shying away. But I caught his hips, pulled him back into my thrust.
“Come on, be good for me. Show me how well you can take it. Yes, stay right there and arch your back into it!”
The praise whore that he was, he seemed to forget the hurt, throwing his ass back into my thrust. The more I vocalizedhow good he was, the more he forgot everything but wanting to please me.
Collapsing onto his back, I grind into him, shoving my face against his neck and biting down on his shoulder hard. “My good boy,” I whispered into his ear, still thrusting into him. “Taking me so well. Letting me in. Letting me have everything. All for me.”
He was panting hard now, his legs together, making him tighter. The pathetic helplessness of him being fucked senseless, bound to my bed only egged me on further.
He cried out softly, shaking, the rhythm of his breathing broken by little sobs of sensation. I pulled back almost entirely—slow, deliberate—then thrust back in with force.
His whole body rocked under me, and he gasped again, louder this time.
“That’s it,” I growled. “That’s what I want. That perfect little sound you make when I’m buried so deep you can’t think straight.”
I reset the pace. Deep and slow. Not brutal. Not yet. I wanted him to feel it. To feel every inch of me. The weight of me on top of him.
Every thrust was a promise. Every slide of my cock inside him a reminder that he was mine. That he was never allowed to leave me. To leave this.
“Please,” he sobbed. “Please, Maxim. Don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping.” I bit the top of his ear. “Not until you’re so full of me you can’t remember how it felt tonotbe owned. Do you hear me, Wren?”
His fingers were curled into fists against the ties, knuckles white. I reached down and gripped his bound hands, interlacing my fingers with his as I drove into him harder, faster now.
The wet sound of our bodies slapping together echoedthrough the room, obscene and perfect. He let out a wrecked, helpless whine, raw and desperate.
“You love it when I fuck you like this.” I licked along the sweat-damp shell of his ear, soothing where I’d bitten him. “When I don’t hold back. When I use your body only for me.”
“Yes,” he sobbed. “Yes, please…”
“And you’re still in your cage.” I eased my hand down to the base of it, pressing hard against his balls. “Not allowed to come. Just my tight little hole to use as I want.”
