Page 4 of Bloodstained Wings

Instead, Carter wraps the belt around my wrists and then loops the leather around my crossed ankles. I am forced into a tight spot, pinning all my limbs together behind the pole while Carter slips out of the rest of his clothes. He strokes my hair, pulling it off my face and over my shoulders. It gives him the perfect view of my bare chest, leading down to my throbbing, soaking wet sex below.

He takes a short stroll along the nearby wall, glancing up at the options available. When he finds the one fitting his needs, he comes back to where I’m tied, leaning forward and taunting me by pressing his lips into mine. I fight the restraints just to be closer to him, just so maybe my lips can graze his.

He smiles at my desperation. “Easy, dove. All in good time.”

“I want you,” I beg. “Whether we’re in a mansion uptown or a small apartment by the docks—I don’t care, Carter. I just want to be with you.”

His face falls slightly, keeping his toy of choice behind his back in secrecy. “I know you do, but for now, we will focus on the elections. After that’s over tonight, we can see what to do with your desire to have another job, okay? But it’s out in the open now, Bella. This world knows I’m dangerous. The only way to take down a powerful man is to go for the heart.”

I wilt ever so slightly, knowing that ordeal has been proven a few times already. Truthfully, even with the Lacey family taken down and the Phillips family not far behind them, he still feels like there’s a looming threat out there somewhere. I can’t be sure where he’s getting these inclinations, and I don’t care.

All I want is to please Carter in this moment, and he wants the same for me.

The rivals, the election—everything that went down just a handful of months ago. It led us to a very dark place, one that I’m not sure that we’re out of yet.

He finally exposes his hidden hand, reaching down suddenly and flicking his thumb against the cold, hard dildo. It strokes my clit carefully, using my already plentiful juices to slide slowly into my folds, filling me completely. I nearly slam my head back into the metal pole, fighting the urge to scream in pain and pleasure.

Once it’s all the way inside, I begin to notice its vibration. It must have been doing it the whole time, but my senses are so numbed that it didn’t click at first. Carter straightens up, flicking my lower lip with his index finger. He watches me squirm for a long minute, delighted with the sight.

“There you go, dove. Enjoy that for a while,” he hums, bringing his fist to the base of his stiff cock.

He strokes himself slowly at first, increasing his speed while my desire triples before his eyes. The vibration is hard enough and deep enough, to the point that I shiver with my first orgasm not long after he inserted it into my core.

I chew on my lip, leaning forward to push my lips onto the very tip of his erection, but he snarls and steps back, preventing me from letting that happen.

“Not until I say,” he snaps. “I want to watch you come for me, dove.”

It doesn’t take much longer for his wish to be granted. Fire brushes through my chest, settling in the base of my throat. The saturation between my thighs licks my skin with fire. I lean forward, exhausted and weary. I’m unable to make sense of anything while the orgasm overwhelms my naked body.

“Oh, Bella. Tell me something. Are you ready for this?”

I couldn’t nod my head faster if I tried.

He leans in closer, his hips grazing my body as he says, “Are you my submissive dove?”

“Yes,” I pant. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. We don’t stop until I’m finished.”

I rattle with excitement. “I don’t want to stop, either.”

He doesn’t waste another minute, pushing against my lips with the head of his erection. It slowly crawls into my throat, the tightness of my lips around his thick base making his head fall back. He gently thrusts into my mouth, methodically moving his hips like they’re the waves in the ocean. He doesn’t pause, hardly looking at the erotic sight of my mouth stroking his length.

Instead, he grips the pole with his fists, pumping into me while he rests his forehead on the steel bar. I can see the angst pulling at his features, his entire body carved deeper with more muscles than I’ve ever seen before. He doesn’t stop pushing, diving into the depths of my mouth until I have no choice but to choke.

The sound, the feeling of my mouth tightening on his manhood, is enough to send us both spiraling. He doesn’t come until I do, the vibrator between my legs finally dropping to the floor from the sheer slickness of my pussy.

The device rattles on the floor, and his cock jerks against the roof of my mouth.

He strokes the back of my head, gasping for each breath. He didn’t even need to spank me this time, but the fact that I’m still tied up does worry me.

Being at the behest of Carter Blackthorne is a scary place to be at times.

He doesn’t make me wait long to be untied, pulling his belt back through his pants that he hikes up over his hips. I collapse onto the floor, numb and exhausted. The last thing I want to do tonight is go to this election party, but it’s the biggest event of the year.

We will see if Carter will be the next mayor or if his challenger, the same man who took on running against Frances Johnson, will be the new man in charge. The election had to obviously be postponed for a while due to Frances being sent to Sing Sing. Carter leveraged just enough power, and probably a little sprinkle of money, into making sure the mayor got what he deserved, even after his confession and guilty plea.

Meanwhile, my brute lover hasn’t spent a day in jail.

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