Page 14 of Family Ties

“That’s good, kitten.” He rubs hard and fast, and my hips writhe against his touch.

Finally.

Just as I am about to come, he pulls himself from inside me and denies me his touch again.

“You’re learning.” He begins to vigorously fist his length as he sits between my thighs, quickly working himself toward release. “But neither of us is going to get what we want.”

Continuing to violently work his fist, he presses his tip inside of me. I try to move my hips to take in more of him, but he pulls back in return, refusing to slide into me.

“I’m still going to mark this cunt with my cum,” he grunts the words between the quick strokes of his fist. “I just won’t have the pleasure of being buried deep inside of you.”

His hips sputter against his hand, and careful not to press further inside of me, he fills me with his cum with a loud groan. Pulling himself from me, he holds my thighs apart as he stares down at the mess that he made inside of me.

“You look fucking gorgeous dripping my cream, kitten.” He stands from the bed and tucks his spent dick back into his pants. Pulling me to my feet, he gives a solitary command, “Come.”

I fucking wish…

Grant’s cum trickles down my thighs as he forcefully leads me down the hall. Abruptly stopping at an open door, I gasp when I see inside. It is filled with ropes, sex toys of all shapes and sizes, and various other types of restraints.

Pushing me inside, he pulls the already falling robe from me and drops it to the floor. Grabbing a neatly bound red rope in one hand, his other holds my arms behind my back. Holding my wrists, he begins weaving the rope between my arms, binding them together as he devilishly whispers, “Just need to ensure you aren’t tempted to take care of that aching cunt of yours.”

My arms bound behind my back, I watch as he meanders down the wall, stopping at a black leather collar. Returning to me, he slides my hair out of the way and fastens it around my neck. He looms over me as he hooks a gold chain to the loop at the front of the collar.

I really am his fucking pet…

“Are you going to make me crawl now too?” My tone is sassy as I try to retain any shred of power I still have.

“Mmmm, kitten,” he slides his thumb over my lower lip, “By the time you’re done learning your lesson, you will be crawling to me as you beg for my cock.”

“Doubtful,” I spit. I have zero desire for him to violate me again.

“We’ll see.” He grabs the leather loop at the end of the chain, and drags it hard, making me follow him from the room. Following closely behind him, he leads me into his office and takes a seat at his desk. He tips his head toward the floor, “On your knees. Sit still and be quiet.”

I tentatively drop to my knees beside his office chair, and he loosens the slack of the chain around my neck. Picking up the phone, his free hand gingerly strokes my hair. I am about to scream for help to the person on the other end of the call when I hear them. “How’s the girl? Abigail? I believe was her name?”

It's more than just Grant and Garrison?

“Fucking perfection,” he answers them with sincerity as he turns his gaze toward me. “My little kitten is feisty, but she’s fucking perfection.”

He turns his phone toward me and takes a picture, which I assume he sends to the man on the other end of the call.

“If you need help taming her,” his voice trails off.

He wouldn’t…

“She’s too perfect to let you ruin just yet.” Grant strokes my face before continuing to pet my hair. “But I can only imagine how gorgeous she would be stuffed full of cock.”

He would…

What wouldn’t he do?

I need to get the fuck out of here.

CHAPTER

TWELVE

GRANT

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