Page 225 of Those Who Are Bound

He moved his hand up from her ass to the small of her back, pressing her down. Not wanting the restraint, she squirmed. She needed relief.

Then a purposeful flick of her clit, mind-numbingly painful and erotic, jolted her. She trembled, the avalanche of orgasm beginning to fall and threatening to overtake her. The pain was followed by an intense pleasure; an increased heating and throbbing.

Which was soothed by a gentle tongue, a soft suckle and coaxing.

Elliott screamed, exploding. Her entire body was a livewire as Jonah held her down with one hand and slayed her clit with his mouth. Gibberish fell out of her mouth. She fought the ties that bound her, no doubt giving herself bruises.

It didn’t matter, nothing mattered beyond his mouth, hot and wet and greedy, sucking; his tongue, flicking and licking; his teeth, nipping and grazing. Giving no quarter, drawing out her orgasm.

Literal tears fell as she spasmed from his onslaught.

The room filled with the sounds of her euphoric gasps and nonsensical words, his satisfied moans, and the snapping of ropes. When her body calmed, which was to say, when she collapsed, exhausted, her clit still throbbing but happy, she heard him shift.

His mouth on her buttocks, he made a path upward, kissing the small of her dewed back—she noted his body was also slick with sweat—then one hand of her bound arms. He placed a kiss between her shoulder blades, making her regret the clothes she still wore. He nuzzled her neck, tickling her with his new beard, and she giggled.

His cock nudged her entrance, and she moaned, her hips automatically arching backward to welcome him. She felt him smile against her neck; it caused her to shiver. He was careful not to lie on her, thus placing pressure on her arms, but he enveloped her anyway.

He guided himself inside her, pushing all the way in. Dropping his head to the back of hers, he uttered one word: “Home.”

Elliott’s heart stopped beating for a second. The emotion in his voice as he said the word, like he thought he’d never experience it again; like it was lost to him already; like he’d never take it for granted. It poured from him and into her. She’d done that to him.Thiswas her penance, what she had to be sorry for.

He moved slowly at first, like he wanted to reacquaint them with one another, flesh sinking into flesh. He gave his hips a swivel before he pulled back and began the tortuous ordeal again. She moaned, her nerves firing up as she took him in, reveling in how he filled her. And the word he used… It was fitting. Him inside her, it was right, like home.

He was going to make slow, gentle love to her; allow his body the joy of easing into her, into her life again. She relaxed into it, the sensations, the tingles, the easiness of it.

So she was taken aback when his hand slipped around to her throat and squeezed lightly. Startled, her nerves jumped again with eager excitement… her wolf was coming back out to play.

“Let me catch you up on current events, kitten.”

Elliott blinked at the covers. Blood was speeding warmly through her veins, enhancing the sweet burn of where the ropes pressed flesh, of where her body throbbed from the aftereffects of his earlier touch and from the slow slide of his cock.

Pulling back, he raised her head as he leaned to the side to make eye contact with her. His gaze was intense and sincere as he informed her, “We’re back together.”

As she opened her mouth to respond, he moved off her, but didn’t lose their connection. His hand gripping her hips, he thrust hard into her. She squeaked from surprise, but not from pain. Jonah slamming his cock into her was a thrill; always would be.

And he was taking his pound of flesh by pounding into her, without mercy. She experienced his hurt in his brutal thrusts, heard it in his gasps, lived it through the tension being driven into her between her legs. She wanted to participate, to wrap her legs around him. It was a natural response, to want to hold, to cling. But she was being forcibly prevented from it, her muscles clenching and jerking, rebelling against the bonds as he took from her what he needed.

She’d damaged him, but he was still fighting for them. Fighting her, for her. And taking it out, deliciously brutally, between her legs. Binding her and punishing her, rendering her little monster mute and defeated. It was enough to send her over the edge again, shouting out her climax into the sheets as he gave her pussy no leniency.

When he came, it was with a shuddering growl. He shot into her, hot, again, over and over. She welcomed it, a giddy sensation washing over her that he could both command and lose himself in her at the same time.

He fell over her, mindful of her bound arms. Breathing heavily, he plucked at the ropes. She laid quietly, her own mind a whirl of heady sensation in the aftermath of what he’d just done to her. She hardly noticed when her legs were untied because she was happily floating in her blissful state.

She moaned in appreciation, however, when he massaged her shoulders. He took one arm and slowly lay it by her side, rubbing it, then the other. She didn’t need to ask what he was doing: he was making sure she had circulation; she did. She’d never lost it. He hadn’t hurt her.

Next, he moved to her legs and repeated the light massage, then gently closed them.

“Stand up.”

“Mmm, I’m good,” she mumbled.

Nope, wrong answer. He grasped her hips and dragged her backward, her dampened shirt bunching up beneath her. He pulled her upright. Turning her, he held on to her hips to keep her steady. He was as intensely serious as he had been earlier.

“Repeat it.”

Elliott stared up at him, confused at first about what he meant. Understanding dawned, and she said sadly, “You don’t understand. This… this isn’t what you think it is.”

Jonah grasped her chin. “This is arelationship. The masks, the secrets, they stop. We can’t move forward until you can be honest with me.” Pulling her face closer to his, he demanded, “Repeat it.”

The swirl of emotion, doubt, and fear in herself crashed into the determination, certainty, and a deeper emotion she didn’t want to name in his eyes. But it gave her the courage to do something she didn’t think possible for herself, not really. She took a leap of faith. “We’re together.”

She only hoped it lasted. Was terrified it wouldn’t.

She guessed that’s why they called it faith.

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