Page 125 of Ward Willing
Her breathing hitches with every touch, and my cock is pulsing in my pants. Ifthisis what really turns her on, I’ll tie her up all day, every day. Seeing Zoe completely aroused like this is a massive boon to the part of me that wants to torture her with pleasure.
“Walk over to the couch,” I tell her, keeping my voice calm.
She does as I say, and I place a hand on her upper back to bend her over the top of the couch.
“I’m going to tighten the arm loops now. Please use your safe word if you need it, okay?”
She nods. “Okay.”
I secure each loop individually. It’s not supposed to hurt, so I know she’s okay if I err on the looser side. She gasps when I do the first one, essentially locking her arm behind her back. With each buckle, she starts to squirm—rolling her hips slightly, making little, breathy sounds, moaning—and it’s everything I wanted out of this weekend.
I’d planned to go slow, planned to give her a few orgasms before fucking her, but seeing her bent over the couch like this? It does something to me—awakenssomething in me.
I quickly unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. Zoe must realize what’s coming, because she groans and arches her spine, giving me easier access.
“You should see yourself right now,” I mumble, pulling my hard shaft out and stroking it a few times. My thumb swipes the precum from the tip, using it as lube as I walk up behind her. “So goddamn beautiful all tied up for me,” I say, one hand finding her hair as the other hand comes to my mouth. I lather my fingers up with spit before running them between her legs, and the movement causes her to start shaking. “Spread your legs for me, baby girl.”
She does, and I waste no time. Shifting my hips forward, I push into her tight cunt and we both moan at the intrusion.
“Oh god,” she whimpers, and I see her fists curl against her lower back.
I push all the way in before pulling out, admiring my glistening cock, and wishing I’d tasted her before letting my impatience win.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I growl, one hand in her hair and the other one grabbing onto the harness. Her pussy is milking my cock, so wet and needy, practically sucking me into her. I groan, knowing I’m not going to last long at all. Every single thought is centered on her and watching my cock move in and out of her from behind.
“Pull it tighter,” she begs me, and I can’t think straight as I adjust the buckles on her wrists. Perhaps I’d been too soft, too worried about hurting her, so I tighten them by one hole. “Oh fuck, Liam, tighter, pull all of ittighter,please.”
Her cunt begins to feather around my cock, and I’m lost in pleasure—lost in watching her come undone so soon, so easily. I want to give her all the pleasure in the world,fillher with it like I want to fill her with my seed. That thought has me emitting a loud moan as my hands fumble with the top buckle. She feels so fucking good—toogood. My mouth drops open as I work the harness tighter, skipping over three holes and pulling her wrists tighter in one rough motion.
She cries out, and I close my eyes as my balls start to tighten, as my cock thickens.
Zoe screams again. “Red! Fuck, red, red, red!”
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
THE LETTER
Liam
It takes me a second too long to realize that red means stop, and when I pull out and flip her around, her eyes are wide, and her face is strained with pain.
“The harness,” she pants, eyes brimming with tears. “My wrists!”
“Fuck,” I hiss, twisting her around again and unbuckling her as my heart pounds in my chest. My hands are shaking as I undo each buckle, and when I’m done, I remove the harness completely, wincing at the sight of the red welts left on her skin from pulling it too tightly. When she turns around and brings her hands in front of her, I can see her left wrist hanging limply while her right one cradles it. “Fuck, Zoe, I’m so sorry.”
She’s gulping in air as I gently take her injured wrist and hold it up. She hisses in pain, and the only thing I can think is that this is all my fault.
“I–I can’t move it,” she says slowly. “I’m sorry, I thought…”
I place my hands on either side of her face. “You’re sorry? Zoe, there’s nothing to be sorry for. I’m the one who fucked up.”
Her face falls at my words, and she begins to cry. “No, you didn’t. It really hurts, though, and?—”
“Let’s get you dressed. I’ll drive us to the emergency room.”
Saying the words out loud is like I’m being doused with cold water for the second time tonight.
Emergency room.
