Page 63 of Corrupted Memories
My jaw aches from how hard I tighten it. “Perhaps I should spare you the details that could hurt you.”
“Love doesn’t hurt, Sebastian.”
I scoff, wrapping the ties around my fist and walking toward her. “Love,” I spit out the word, “causes nothing but hurt.”
Her eyebrows dip, and I cover her mouth before she can speak again. Her stare narrows at me, and I wiggle the ties expectantly.
“Now, do you wanna play?”
She studies my face for a second before sighing when I drop my hand. I can feel her resigned acceptance, and it twists something in my heart. Her hands grab my face and pull me in for a kiss before I can whisper the words on my lips. I devour her mouth, drinking her taste and savoring every slide of our tongues.
Dropping the ties, I run my hands down to her waist, squeezing gently as I worship the shape of her. My fingers dip under her shirt, driving it up as I glide along her smooth skin before cupping her breasts. Gianna whimpers, arching her chest into my palms. I rip the shirt off and then tug her shorts off before grabbing the ties andleaning over her.
With heated eyes, she raises her wrists above her head, a sensual smile on the corner of her mouth.
“If I check you right now, how wet would you be?” I ask. My cock is throbbing in my pants, desperate to be buried in her already.
Gianna bites on her bottom lip. “Soaked.”
“You’re so good for me.” Looping each tie around a wrist, I entwine them before tying them to the single metal hoop I have mounted to the top of the headboard. “Tug on it.” Her fingers curl around the silk and tug, showing just enough slack that she’ll be comfortable.
Moving off her, I undress and crawl back into the bed as she opens her legs for me. I caress up the inside of her thighs, brushing through her wet pussy before continuing up her stomach and circling the hard tips of her nipples. I grip her throat, forcing her head to tilt back.
Brushing my nose along hers, I confess, “I like you like this, unable to get away while I do whatever I want to you.”
Her eyes flutter and her lips pucker to kiss me, so I oblige, molding my mouth to hers. When I pull back, I grab her thighs, pushing them apart and giving me the most perfect shot of her pussy. I grab my hard cock, guiding it through her wet slit, upand down her mess until we’re both covered in her juices.
Gianna writhes, her legs trying to close the longer I tease her. I pick up my dick, smacking her pussy with a few love taps right around her swollen clit. Her cunt clenches onto nothing and I groan at the sight, needing to feel her wrapped around me.
I push inside her, leaning forward to knead her breasts, and take a nipple into my mouth. Her tight warmth fights me as I thrust forward, and my eyes shutter closed. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here with my girl at my mercy and her hot pussy stretching to take my cock.
When I’m seated to the hilt, I rise to kiss her and Gianna pants in my mouth.
“You need more, baby?” I taunt, kissing down her jaw as she nods. Her arms pull at the ties and her breasts quiver at the movement. It’s my favorite sight.
Kneeling back, I hold on to her hips and slide out before shoving back in. I thrust over and over, sliding deeper as she grows wetter. My head drops back, enjoying every inch of being buried inside her. I rub small circles over where I’m holding her and punctuate each thrust with praise.
“You feel so good.”
“You’re taking me so well.”
“Fuck, I love your pussy.”
“There we go, Gianna. You going to come on my cock,mon cœur? Yeah, yeah you are.”
I grit my teeth as she flutters around me, sexy moans spilling from her lips as her pussy strangles my cock, daring me to move along with her. I ride her through her orgasm in slow strokes, and only pick up my pace when she starts to loosen a bit.
“Who do you belong to?” I ask. It’s harsher than I intended, but I need this. I need to hear her say it.
Gianna’s fingers grip onto the ties, shaking her head as her pussy clenches down on my cock. I push into her harder, rubbing my fingers across her clit as she squirms under me.
“Who. Do. You. Belong. To?” I force out the words between each roll of my hips, not pulling out so she can feel the stretch of being full of me.
Her mouth parts, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes. “You.” She breathes the word out in a barely audible whisper.
“Louder,” I demand. Leaning over her, I wrap my hands around her tied wrists. My lips brush her ear. “Who owns you,mon cœur?”
Her eyelids flutter and she turns toward me, seeking my mouth. “You.”
