Page 64 of Untether

She looks and sees what I see.

Her, chained to the bed and spread out for me. Arms up. Back arched.

Me, hooligan mask on and muscles flexing as I lean over her. I hope she sees how big I look on top of her. How much more powerful than her.

I hope it feeds her desire as much as it feeds mine.

I lower myself over her and notch my dick at her entrance as I bend my head and invade her mouth with my tongue. I’m sweating hard under this fucking mask, but I’m damn well letting my inner thug play the rest of this out.

He’s who I want her to see ranged over her.

He’s who I want her to see when she’s stretched so far around my cock she can barely draw breath.

He’s who I want her to see when she fights to get free from her chains and can’t.

‘So wet,’ I groan as I slide my latex-covered crown through her wetness. ‘God, you love it, don’t you? Love me tying you up. You love knowing you’re my little fucktoy tonight and I can do whatever I like to you?’

I swallow her moan of agreement with a deep kiss, my tongue probing and devouring and taking as I massage one perfect tit, palming her nipple. She’s panting into my mouth and squirming beneath me, trying to grind against my cock, so I’ll give it to her.

Let’s see if she can take me without lube. It’ll be a tight fit, but she’s wet enough. I raise myself back up onto one elbow and she opens her legs wider to accommodate me as I thrust forward, wedging the first inch or two inside her.

Her moan is guttural. Almost primal. I swear it makes me harder, because feeding my cock into the body of a woman who’s desperate for it is the best fucking feeling in the world.

It has me driving forward more savagely than I mean to and shunting a couple more inches inside her. The snugness of the fit has her mouth opening in a silent scream and my skin pricking with fresh sweat. Fuck me, it’s going to be tight. I pull out and crouch between her legs, putting my hands on her knees to pull them apart as I take aim and spit.

Bullseye. It hits her right on the clit, and I don’t miss her sharp, involuntary gasp of surprise. I smear it over her entrance, and then I’m scrabbling up her body and driving back in.

Driving home.

The moment I’m fully inside her, that expressive face of hers contorts in rapture.

‘Fuck,’ I tell her. ‘You are so fucking full of my dick right now.’

It hits me afresh that she’s seriously out of practice and seriously neglected on this front. I’m going to pump her so full of my cock she won’t remember her own name. I’ll fill her, and fuck her, and own her body so completely she’ll leave this room a different woman.

I start to move, my dick dragging out of her before driving forward and filling her up. A glance down at our joined bodies shows me her tits jiggling as I find my stride and start to pummel her. She’s meeting me thrust for thrustlike she can’t get enough, like she’s savouring every single inch I’m giving her.

I love looking down at her like this. The characteristic scowls and eye-rolls are gone, and instead she’s showing me, with every emotion that passes over her beautiful face, how much she loves this.

How much she loves me filling her up and, it seems, how much she enjoys being told to shut the fuck up and take my dick like a good girl.

When an entire nation consistently projects its sky-high expectations onto you and your intellect, maybe sometimes you just want to be fucked into next week.

Yeah. I adore being on top like the untamed beast that I am, railing her into the bed. But she forwent my offer of a nice afternoon fuck with Regular Cal and opted for the Full Monty, so that’s what she’s gonna get. I’ll show her no mercy. I’ll give her everything I’ve got, but I’ll fucking well take everything she has to give, too.

I pull out and flip her over without warning. ‘Elbows and knees,’ I grunt, hauling her arse up in the air with an arm around her waist. Her chains are crossed, but there’s plenty of latitude in those things for a bit of variety.

Yesss.She’s gorgeous like this, head down, arse in the air for me, holes on display. I slide my dick back in again, and she shudders out a loud moan when I’m fully in. Fuck, yeah. I grip her hips and roll mine against her so she feels every single millimetre of me in this position.

‘See, sweetheart,’ I say conversationally. ‘You came to me because you needed a really good fucking, and you were a clever girl, because you knew my dick was what you needed. And now you have me stuffed inside your pretty, wet cunt.’

She lets out a strangled whimper. I like that. I like that a lot. I roll my hips again. ‘I’m gonna fuck you harder anddeeper and rougher than you’ve ever been fucked before. Ever. Because I know that’s what my dirty girl needs. A seriously good fucking.’

I bend and give her arse cheek a good bite, because, fuck me, it’s too plump, too smooth not to mark. It’s asking to be marked.

And then I let her have it.

I fuckinggofor it.

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