Page 70 of Ruthless Legacy

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him to fuck off, but I resist and shuffle my bum slightly further up the bed and spread my legs, bending them at the knee. He walks over to a set of drawers and pulls something out, and then turns back around and walks towards me. I swallow when I see he holds some rope in his hands. My heart beats faster with apprehension and excitement. Archer takes one of my ankles in his hands and, wrapping the string in a loop around it, he secures it to the bedpost. He then takes my other ankle and secures that one to the opposite post, leaving me lying wide open and exposed to him. He takes one wrist and then the other and he ties them together at my front. Grabbing a hold of my hips, he pulls me as near to the edge of the bed as he can, spreading my legs. He walks across the room and picks up a small black leather footstool and brings it over to the bed and drops it at the bottom and sitting down; leaning in, he licks between my folds, making me gasp in pleasure. He goes to town on my pussy. Licking, sucking and teasing me until I’m whimpering and calling out his name as I build towards that crescendo and just as I am about to come, he pulls away and slaps my thigh with a sharp slap that echoes around the room. Yelping, I look up in confusion when he stands and steps away from me. He walks away and pours himself a glass of bourbon and silently takes me in.

I sigh in frustration. I am so close, and he has denied me. “You’re not going to let me come tonight, are you?” This was his way of teaching me a lesson. Of teaching me not to disobey him.

“You’re right, Scarlet. I’m going to bring you to the edge repeatedly tonight, until you writhe in pain with the need to come.” Putting his drink down, he unzips his jeans and pulls them down with his boxers until he is standing naked before me. I groan as I drink him in. Those washboard abs that beg to be kissed and explored. I follow the trail of hairs down to his erect cock that begs to be licked. He wraps his hand around himself and smirks at me. “You don’t get to have this tonight. You don’t get to feel the pleasure I can give you as I bury myself deep in your greedy pussy and fuck you hard and long.” His hand moves up and down his cock, pleasuring himself, and I watch with rapt attention. He walks back towards the end of the bed, and I watch as he continues to get himself off, his hand moving faster and his jaw clenching as he gets closer. “Fuck,” he groans as he finds his release and he leans over me and comes all over my stomach. “You don’t get to have my come in your pussy tonight, Scarlet.”

He sits back down on the stool, and he dives back in between my legs, making me writhe beneath him with need. This continues for the next hour. He brings me so close to my release and then he pulls back and leaves me unsatiated and wanting. As he pulls away again, just when I am so close, I sob. I fight the tears that are threatening to fall. “Please,” I beg him. Desperate to feel some relief.

“What is it you want, Scarlet?” he asks me with a cold smirk. As he walks up the side of the bed, running his finger along my body, from between my legs, across my stomach and up between my breasts.

“I want you,” I moan, writhing on the bed with need.

“What do you want from me?” he goads me, knowing full well just what I need and want.

“I want you inside of me,” I beg, hating him for making me need him so badly.

“Are you mine?”

“Yes.”

“Do you belong to me and to me only?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to let another guy anywhere near this pussy?”

“No. Never.”

Grinning coldly, he leans over my face. “I want to hear you beg.”

“Please. Please Archer. I need to come. I want your cock in me now. Please fuck me.”

I hate the smug expression on his face as he walks back down to the bottom of the bed and he lifts my hips with his hands and pushes me further up the bed, untying my ankles. He climbs on the bed and smirking, he leans over me, his dark eyes holding mine captive as he lines himself up at my entrance and enters me in one quick hard thrust, making me gasp.

He feels good inside of me. I hate that when I’m with him like this that all my fears and insecurities disappear. I hate that no one has made me feel like he has. He makes me vulnerable, and that scares the living shit out of me. Archer lives up to his name. He takes me slow and hard until I shatter apart calling out his name like he is a god. I lie there in post-coital bliss, feeling exhausted from his cruel torture earlier.

I yawn loudly, and he cocks a brow, leaning on his elbows. “Don’t tell me you’re tired because I am far from done with you tonight.”

“Oh,” I exclaim as he moves down my body and his warm breath blows against my sex. If this is my punishment, at least I’ll die with a smile on my face tonight.

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