Page 172 of Fractured Devotion
Then, with slow precision, I rise to my knees and wrap my hand around him.
I start to pump him smoothly, teasing him to full, aching hardness while my other hand slips lower, my nails grazing over his thighs and watching him unravel beneath me, helpless and completely under my control.
“Tell me how badly you want to fuck me,” I demand.
He groans, his head falling back against the pillows, his chest rising with ragged breaths.
“I want to bury myself so deep that you forget every name but mine,” he growls.
I reward his honesty with a tighter stroke, squeezing just enough to make him groan through clenched teeth.
“Not yet,” I purr.
I shift, still fully clothed except for the loosened front of my dress, the hem pushed high around my hips. My panties are the only barrier, and I slide them aside with careful teasing precision, dragging the delicate fabric to the side.
I tease myself with the thick tip of his cock, just enough to coat him in my slick heat, watching his breath catch as I hover, fully in control and fully dressed, while he lies helpless and bare beneath me.
His eyes burn as he watches, helpless to touch.
“You like being helpless for me?” I taunt, lowering myself just slightly and feeling him press against my entrance.
He chokes on a moan, straining against the cuffs. “I like that you finally admit how much you need this,” he pants.
I sink down, taking him in inch by torturous inch, my walls stretching to accommodate him.
We both gasp.
“Fuck,” I breathe, the fullness igniting sparks under my skin.
He’s thick, pulsing, and impossibly hard beneath me.
“You feel that?” I grind teasingly, rolling my hips to drag every inch of him inside me. “You feel how well you fit?”
“I feel everything,” he growls, his voice thick with need.
I ride him slowly at first, grinding down hard and rocking my hips in a rhythm that makes my entire body burn.
His chains clink with every movement, his hands fisting in restraint as he watches me fuck myself on him.
“You wanted this,” I remind him.
“I want all of you,” he snarls.
I lean forward, my lips grazing his throat. “Then give me everything.”
I start to ride him harder, bouncing on his cock with fierce, punishing thrusts, each one dragging a guttural groan from his throat.
My nails rake down his chest, leaving marks he’ll feel for days.
“Say it,” I command, breathless from the pace. “Say you belong to me tonight.”
His voice breaks on a groan.
“I’m yours,” he growls.
“Louder.”
“I’m fucking yours!”
