Page 170 of Of Blood and Banes
He smiles.
He pulls me up off the desk to flip me around and face the wall. Placing a hand on my shoulder, he bends me over the desk until I’m ass up and legs-wide for him. He takes his cock and slaps it against my pussy a few times for me to hear just how wet I am. I swallow a squeal as he pushes himself inside of me. It steals every breath of mine as he buries himself inch by inch, and I adjust to the fullness. He leans down over me, his arms braced on either side of my head, and he leans his forehead into the back of mine.
“Fuck,” he moans, sliding himself in until he’s fully seated. “Do you know how much I think of your tight little pussy? How much I fantasize about fucking you into the morning, hard enough you can’t sit down without thinking of me?”
“Then stop talking…and do it,” I challenge breathlessly.
He pulls out just enough to smack his hips hard into me, jolting me forward and shaking the desk underneath us, all whilestealing my breath. Brushing the hair on my neck off to one side gently, he bites into my skin possessively and begins to pound me.
I moan, my eyes fluttering closed as I arch my back into him instinctively. Relishing the feeling of him filling me, our bodies sliding together in molten friction. The desk squeaks underneath us as he thrusts, followed by the wet, smacking sound as he rams into me over and over.
“Harder,” I whimper, wanting to see just how much more he can give me. To show him I can take it. “Fuck me like you hate me.”
I can feel his fuckingsmile.He obliges, grabbing my arms and pinning them behind my back with one hand. With the other hand, he grabs the front of my shoulder and fuckingpummelsme. Fucking me so hard my legs quake, and every plunge of his has me seeing stars. Each snap of his hips sparks a mix of ache and heat between my legs. My eyes roll back as I stare back up at the ceiling as he takes what he wants from me, and yet, gives me exactly what I need.
With each thrust, he forces out, “Is. That. To. Your. Liking?”
“Yes,” I half-cry, half-moan. “Gods, yes.”
As a testament to how hard he’s rutting me, one of the desk’s legs snaps, and we slide to the right. With an irritated grunt, he pulls out of me, picks me up, and carries me to the bed. After he lays me face down, he grabs something off the ground and crawls over the bed toward me.
Desperate and hungry to have him back inside of me, I arch my back again. He’s on his knees, his eyes dark and a devilish grin on his lips when he lifts what’s dangling in his hand.
The shackles.
“You want me to fuck you like I hate you?” he whispers, sweat glistening on his muscled body. He leans over me and clampsone of the metal bands over my wrist, his eyes narrowed and lustful. “Or me to fuck you likeyouhate me?”
I offer him my other wrist and nearly plead, “Both.”
He loops the three-foot chain connecting the shackles around one of the posts at the headboard. Then attaches the second shackle to my wrist with parted lips, his chest rising and falling with anticipation. As soon as I look at the restraints on my wrists, an achy feeling fills my gut at the split-second thought that this all could have been a trick to trap me. He could easily leave me here, chained naked to the bed, and he could escape through the door if he so wanted to.
But instead, he pulls my hips up until I’m on my knees, ready for him. I wrap my fingers around the chain to give me leverage, pulling it tight. My lips part as he begins to push himself back inside of me.
Once his hips are flush with my ass, he withdraws and explodes into a frenzy. My knuckles turn white as I grip onto the chains, and that spark of lust ignites within me all over again. We slip and slide, our naked bodies slamming into each other like if we try hard enough, we might become one.
I cry his name as he fucks me hard, lost to his control and borderline delirious with the fullness of him. He sets off moan after moan in me, rewarding me by brushing just the right spot and moving at just the right tempo. His fingers dig into my hips assertively, with a pressure sure to leave bruises in the morning. And all I can do is lay here and take it. Something about the utter loss of control consumes every thought I have, until the only thing I can think is I don’t want it to stop. And Gods above, those breathy moans of his gives me the chills. How it flirts with a soft, jerky whimper with each thrust, beyond pleased with how tight my pussy wraps around his cock.
His hands leave my hips, and he lowers himself over me, brushing my hair off my upper back and dragging his tongue upmy spine to my neck, until he finds himself at the one spot that always has me quivering.
He pauses his thrusts as his hot breath warms my neck. Planting a soft kiss behind my ear. “You can scream about how much you hate me,” he whispers huskily. “But we both know how much you love me fucking you.”
Then he slides his mouth down to the crook between my neck and shoulder and bites with a delicious sting before his hands are back framing my waist. Crashing his hips against me in short, hard spurts that drive each breath out of my lips. My eyes fall closed, body quivering with each thrust.
He unleashes his bite on the spot between my neck and shoulder. Then purrs, “Shaking for me?”
Clearly noticing my trembling legs threatening to give out beneath me, he grabs a pillow, tugs my hips up a little higher, and shoves it underneath me for leverage. Once I’ve relaxed onto it, he’s back at it. I can’t do anything but moan as he pins me under his weight and mercilessly fucks me. I drown in the all-encompassing ecstasy of him filling me. Of that deliciously rough friction. When deep, throaty grunts slip from his lips, I splinter into a thousand pieces, crying his name and every obscenity I can think of.
“So pretty when you’re coming for me,” he growls near my ear. “All night. You’re going to make a mess on my cock until the sun rises. I don’t want you to stop.”
His hands grip my ass hard, nearly pinching the skin as he holds me wide open for him. I find myself bouncing my hips back against him, hungry for every inch of his cock. One of his hands slips down between my legs and rubs circles against my clit until I cry ‘yes’ as I climax again.
He groans, drunk on each of my orgasms he elicits and pushing me closer to the next one like it’s a race. Flattening himself against me, his chest presses to my back. One of hishands slips around my shoulder to collar the front of my throat. Holding me back to him as he bounces us on the mattress. My vision turns to stars, and I can’t help but cry in the euphoria.
“Oh, fuck,” he growls near my temple. “Keep crying like that and you’re going to make me–”
“Come,” I moan the invitation, leaning my head back into him.
His grip on my throat tightens, with his other hand clenching over my hip. Each of his movements become quick and erratic as he roars, holding me as he spills himself inside of me. His thrusts slow to a stop. He pulls out of me and gives me a playful smack on the ass.
