Page 17 of Bound By Mistake
His fingers slip to my clit, and he begins to rub in slow, teasing circles. Despite my fear and anger, my body responds traitorously, a warm tingle spreading through my core. I bite my lip, determined not to make a sound.
"That's it," Cain purrs against my breast. "Let yourself feel good."
His fingers dip lower again, sliding easily into my now-slick entrance where he pumps them slowly in and out, curling them to hit a spot inside me that makes my hips jerk involuntarily.
"Look how wet you’re getting," he murmurs. "Perfect for me to fist you."
I want to scream at him that I don't want this. But it’s a moan that escapes my gagged lips as he adds a third, thick finger, stretching me further.
"That’s it, bunny, you’re opening up nicely. You’ll soon be ready for more."
I’m already stretched so tight, more seems impossible, and I thrash my head from side to side in denial, my eyes wide, but Cain just chuckles as he dips his head lower and sucks at my clit like he did my nipples.
My body betrays me. Stupid vagina! Doesn’t she understand what’s about to happen?
A jolt of pleasure shoots through me as Cain's tongue flicks rapidly over my sensitive bud. My hips buck against his mouth of their own accord. He hums in approval, the vibrations only intensifying the sensation.
"That's it, let go, the wetter you are, the easier this will be for both of us," he murmurs against my flesh before diving back in.
His fingers continue their relentless assault, pumping and curling inside me as his tongue works its magic on my clit. The dual stimulation is overwhelming. Despite my reticence, I feel myself climbing higher and higher, my muscles tensing as my breath comes in short gasps around the panties stuffed in my mouth.
Just as I'm about to crest the peak, Cain pulls back. I whimper in frustration, my body aching for release, even thoughInever wanted this. Fickle bitch!
"Not yet," he says with a wicked grin. "I want you desperate when I stretch you open."
He slides a fourth finger in alongside the others, and I cry out, arching against my bindings at the burn of the stretch. It's too much, surely I can't take any more. But Cain is patient, working me open slowly with gentle twists of his wrist.
"Almost there," he croons. "You're doing so well, bunny. Just a little more."
Once again, my head is a mess. Fear and lust warring in my poor, overwhelmed brain. I feel my body trembling, teetering on the edge of both pleasure and pain. Cain's thumb brushes against my clit, sending sparks through me. He continues to work his fingers in and out, stretching me wider with each thrust.
Just when I think I can't take anymore, he tucks his thumb in and pushes forward. I feel an intense pressure as the widest part of his hand breaches me. I cry out, the sound muffled by my gag, as my body struggles to accommodate his fist.
"Breathe, bunny," Cain instructs, his voice low and soothing. "You're doing so well. Just relax and let me in."
Tears spring to my eyes as I pant through the overwhelming sensation. It burns and stretches in ways I never thought possible. But underneath the discomfort, there's a thrumming pleasure building.
Cain holds still, allowing me to adjust. His free hand strokes my thigh soothingly. "That's it, you've got me. You feel incredible, so hot and tight around my fist."
He begins to move, rotating his wrist slightly. The motion sends shockwaves of sensation rippling through me. I gasp and moan around the gag, feeling lightheaded with the desperate need to suck in more air than it allows. My body trembles uncontrollably as it adjusts to the immense, intense fullness.
Oh God!
Cain's movements are thankfully slow and deliberate at first. I’m vaguely aware how he watches my face intently, gaugingmy reactions, and as messed up as this entire situation is, I’m grateful for it.
As my muscles slowly relax and accept the intrusion, he begins to push deeper, then pull back slightly before pressing in again. The friction is an exquisite torture.
"Look at you, taking my whole fist so beautifully," he murmurs, his voice thick with arousal. "I knew you could do it. Such a good girl."
The praise sends an unexpected thrill through me. I shouldn't want his approval, but some primal part of me preens under the attention. My hips begin to move of their own accord, rocking against his hand.
Cain grins wickedly. "There you go, fucking yourself on my fist, like the perfect little fuck toy you are."
Against my will, even those filthy words turn me on.
He increases the pace, thrusting more forcefully and his knuckles brush against spots deep inside that I never knew existed. Pleasure builds rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter in my core. I'm teetering on the edge, every nerve ending alight with sensation. Cain seems to sense how close I am. He leans down, his hot breath ghosting over my ear as he whispers:
"Come for me, bunny. Let me feel you squeeze my fist."
