Page 95 of Captive Bride

Isobel

Tristan’s doing everything to me that I always wanted a man to do—secretly, in my dreams—but never thought was possible.

He dominates me, and in my submission, I feel free to let go.

It’s like he sees through all my layers of lies, the various faces I show the world, and he sees only me.

My hands are cuffed with what looks like pure gold handcuffs. And he’s got me blindfolded with his tie.

I don’t need to be blindfolded. I shut my eyes tightly and try to ride the waves of pleasure that’s swimming up in my body as Tristan thrusts into me from behind.

It’s always hard to take in his long, thick cock. But I will never tire of trying.

He spreads me wide and forces me to tell him over and over again that I am his, that I will never run away, and the only he can complete me.

“Tristan, fuck. God. I think I’m gonna come.”

“That’s good baby. Come for Daddy. Just let it go.”

As soon as he gives me permission, I tip over the edge and just start falling.

I’m vaguely aware of Tristan plunging into me from behind, but my orgasm is so intense as it tears through me that all I see are stars, and my head is spinning, and I’m swimming in him, in all his masculine energy and testosterone.

It’s an aphrodisiac, to say the least.

I need a moment.

I need a second.

But no such luck.

He capitalizes on the moment as he sinks ever deeper into me, drawing out my orgasm to the realms of wild bliss.

I fear I might die from this.

“Good girl. You’re coming so hard for Daddy.”

He says the words and grips my hips hard as he thrusts himself deeper into me.

It’s all I can do to keep myself propped up on the bed.

I’m restrained and blindfolded, and the only thing I can see or imagine is the feel of Tristan’s cock sliding in and out of me so roughly and with such force. He’s taking over my entire world, which was no doubt his intention.

He pumps into me for a long time, and I swear I’m just coming over and over again.

And then he flips me over at last. He straddles my chest and starts to slide his cock between my tits. He presses them together and fucks them.

He rips the tie off my face, and I look up into his blazing green eyes.

He’s looking at me intently, like he’s also ripping off the layers of my soul that are hidden to him.

He likes to have me vulnerable, exposed only him in every way. Mind, body, and soul, I am his.

My hands are restrained, the cuffs digging into my skin as I try to move. He’s got me pinned down hard against the bed with his legs.

I look down at his giant shaft sliding along the space between my tits, and it’s so fucking hot, and I just want to taste it, to taste him.

Dear God, please give me that cock in my mouth. Let me suck it. Let me taste it.

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