Page 22 of Taming Raptor

“What did I tell you?”

With a mock glare, I resumed my position. The soft feeling of silk slipped around my wrist. When I instinctively turned my head to see what he was doing, he smacked my ass again. The silk went around my other wrist before he did something that slowly drew my arms behind my back. Then he must’ve tied them together because my hands rested behind me, secured in place.

My muscles tensed in anticipation—including the ones in my pussy as he teased my slit. Jesus, when he pressed two fingers inside, my eyes crossed. Then he began finger fucking me in a slow sensuous rhythm as he tugged repeatedly on the plug, and I damn near came on the spot.

“Goddamn, you’re drenched,” he observed, and I could hear that he was pleased. I imagined the satisfied lift at the corner of his mouth.

Before Adrien, I’d never been much into bondage, the whole dom/sub thing, or the BDSM scene. Not that he had pushed me, nor had he gone too crazy on me, but he definitely pushed my envelope. When he said he wanted to work me up to things, he obviously meant it. From what I’d read—because yes, I read up—he was pretty mild so far. The crazy thing was, I’d have probably let him do almost anything to me.

As he continued to play with me, he rubbed the silken length of his cock along my hip. How something hard as steel could feel encased in silk was a mystery, but one that I loved.

He momentarily stilled and leaned over to the nightstand drawer. I heard him pull something out and set it on the bed. Then I heard the crinkle of plastic and what sounded like him rolling a condom on. I didn’t dare look, because he’d told me to keep my head down.

When he began playing with the glass plug again, I moaned.

“Does that hurt?” he whispered.

“N-n-no,” I choked. “It’s… oh God.”

He darkly chuckled as he tugged, twisted gently, and pushed it back in. “That’s right. I’m your God—the only fucking god that is going to answer you right now.”

“Yesssss.” I gasped when he pulled it out and I was left feeling empty. Except not for long. Something cold touched me and I realized it was whatever lubricant he had on his finger when he started to slowly finger fuck my ass. Then he reached around, and his hard chest rested on my bound arms as he circled my clit with his free hand and I inhaled a stuttering breath.

“I’m going to fuck this tonight,” he murmured against my back as he kept at the agonizingly slow and steady pace. I whimpered. “Would you like that?”

“Please! God yes, Adrien… sir,” I pleaded. By then I would’ve let him do anything to me.

“Good girl,” he crooned. When he had me losing my goddamn mind, he lifted up and lined his sheathed dick with my puckered hole that up until then had been played with but never fucked. I’d never trusted a man enough for that.

Until him.

“Relax,” he urged as he added more lube. Then I could feel the tip of his cock pushing at my opening before he slowly worked past the tight ring as I clutched at air behind my back. “Breathe, baby,” he softly encouraged when I gasped at the initial burn.

Complying, I found myself relaxing and he worked himself further in. Before I knew it, I could feel his entire length was inside me. He groaned and I let out a final rush of air.

“Motherfucker that’s so fucking good,” he praised. “I’m going to move. Are you ready?”

“Mmhmm,” was all I could get out. Words were too far away to process.

My face started tingling when he started to slowly move in and out. The feeling was unreal and totally unexpected. At first it was shallow movements, but when I didn’t complain, he grew bolder.

“Jesus fucking Christ… where’s my cock, baby?” he asked as he kept slowly sliding in and out with long even strokes.

“In my ass,” I wheezed. He smacked my ass. “Sir!”

“That’s right. And what am I doing?”

“Fucking my ass,” I whispered, and he spanked the side of my asscheek again.

“What? I can’t hear you. What am I doing?” he demanded as he gave a harder thrust. I gasped.

“Fucking my ass! Oh God… sir… you’re fucking my ass!”

“That’s right, baby. I’m your God now and I’m going to fuck this ass, because like your cunt… I own it.” The last he finished in a sinister whisper.

Rubbing the side of my face on my pillow, I nodded repeatedly and filed his repeated term of endearment away for later consideration.

Taking full control, he gripped me in the same place he’d smacked and increased his speed. There was nothing that would’ve prepared me for that feeling. No amount of damn glass plugs could imitate the feel of his thick shaft driving into a place I never would’ve thought I’d like.

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