Page 73 of Surrender

I want to devour her, to fucking consume her, but if I completely consume her, there will be nothing left.

Her breath shudders as I release her from the kiss and press my forehead to hers, just breathing her in. I steal another couple of soft kisses on the corners of her mouth, but I let her catch her breath.

“Touch me,” I tell her.

Her gentle hand trembles, but she slides it down the front of my pants and cradles my cock in her hand. I bite back a groan because that wasn’t what I meant. I just wanted her hands on my body, but I’m damn sure not going to turn down her hand on my cock.

I listen to her breathing as she caresses my cock through the fabric of my underwear.

“I want your skin touching mine,” I say, my voice rough and demanding.

She flinches a little. I hear her swallow, but then she tugs the waistband of my boxer briefs and pushes her hand down inside, gently handling my cock when she could be rough and petty.

I kiss the side of her face as she takes me in her soft hand and strokes my aching cock.

“Like this?” she whispers, sounding so scared but eager to please me.

She’s so close I can feel her breath against my neck, feel her body trembling against me when I tip her head back so I can see her face.

If she looks up at me like this when I’m fucking her, I don’t know how I’ll ever stop.

“Just like that,” I rumble reassuringly, smoothing back her blond hair so I can kiss her temple. “Your hand feels so good, baby.” I pull her close, and she turns her face so her breathrushes against the crook of my neck. She’s hiding, but that’s okay. I’ll protect her from anything, even me.

Downstairs, the pretentious fucking grandfather clock this prick keeps in his living room chimes, reminding me that as much as I’d like to take my time enjoying her, I do need to move things along if I want to finish before the fucker gets home.

Though it does bring me some measure of enjoyment imagining him coming home to find me fucking her in his bed.

I’ll get more enjoyment out of actually doing it, so it’s time to stop her. I grab her wrist lightly, and her hand stops moving. I draw her hand out of my pants and feel precum on her palm, so I lift her hand, turn the palm to face her, and tell her, “Lick.”

Her lips part, and her tongue darts out. My cock jumps as I watch her lick my cum off her hand, her gaze never leaving mine.

“Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful.”

She averts her gaze shyly, but I grip her chin and tilt her face up so she has to look at me again. I never want to stop looking at her lovely face. I want to paint it with my cum and make her walk around like that so everyone knows she’s mine.

“Get on the bed,” I tell her. “Scoot back to the middle.”

Her voice is tentative as she pulls a trusty tool from her limited arsenal. “Silvan, can’t I just… please let me suck you. I don’t want—”

I press my finger to her lips, stopping her objections before they can escape. “I don’t care,” I tell her firmly but gently.

She bites her lip, looking conflicted, but after a moment’s hesitation, she sits on the edge of the bed.

The camcorder tips in her direction, and her gaze jumps to it, then she quickly scoots away from it, back on the bed. Onceshe’s where I told her to be, she pulls her knees up to her chest and hugs them close.

That’s a perfect fucking shot, so I grab the camera and turn it back on.

She watches me with big fearful eyes as I climb onto the bed with her. Her grip on her knees tightens as she tries harder to protect herself. I pause the recording and tell her, “There’s a present for you beneath the pillow. Grab it.”

I start the recording again and watch through the small screen as she moves his pillow and finds a leather cuff connected to a chain beneath it.

Sophie gasps in horror, dropping the cuff right where she found it. Her gaze darts to me, her eyes wide and fearful, then she abandons her course of trying to placate me and launches herself off the bed.

Adrenaline surges through my veins as her feet hit the floor and she runs for the door.

It’s a pointless effort since she has to run behind me to get there, and I’m faster than her even if she didn’t.

I toss the camera on the bed and lunge for her, grabbing her around the waist and hauling her back.

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