The Anti-Hero (The Goode Brothers, #1)(80)
In her thin cotton sundress, I run my fingers along the length of her bare thighs, lifting the fabric to reach her blue lace panties hiding beneath. Then I take my time, slipping off each of her shoes and drawing my touch all the way back up to her dress, lifting it up until it exposes her petite, perky breasts.
She shudders as I run my thumb over the hard bud on the right side. I love seeing Sage like this. Like she’s mine. She is perfect and beautiful and sexy, and she belongs to me. Not because I’ve taken her but because she’s offered herself up to me. Because she sees me as worthy of that.
Because I am worthy.
“Come here,” I say. So she sits back up and lets me pull her dress all the way over her head. Then I press her back down as I drag her panties down her legs. She’s lying naked in front of me, and it feels like I have the whole world in my hands.
I continue to play with her, teasing her with my touch until she’s practically writhing on the bed. My fingers cascade up her legs, tempting her to move but demanding she stay still. I want to cherish every perfect inch of her body before I wreck her. Because when I’m done here, I won’t be as gentle.
When she lets out a whine from my fingers sliding through her folds, I pull away. She’s fidgeting on the bed as I undo each of the buttons on my shirt. After I slip it off and hang it over the chair in the corner, I take a look around the room.
There are so many different kinds of restraints displayed—
cuffs, rope, gags, but when my eyes land on a long black bar with two leather straps on either side, I take it. Then I decide on the two black ribbons hanging from a hook on the wall.
Her eyes are settled on mine as I instruct her to hold her wrists out for me. While I tie her two hands together with one, she keeps her gaze settled on my face, the look of lust growing stronger with each second. As if the more and more she becomes restrained for me, the more aroused she gets.
Wrapping the other ribbon around her eyes, I watch her lips part as I take away her ability to see.
Then, I pick up the long metal pole, and I slip one of her ankles into the cuff, clipping it with ease. She shudders with anticipation.
“You said you want to be my fuck toy, didn’t you?”
She nods, biting her lip.
I move to the other ankle, drawing it out wide until her legs are spread for me. As I click the other one in, I give her a wicked grin she can’t see. “Because you’re a filthy little slut, aren’t you?”
She writhes a little, adjusting to the bar. “Yes,” she murmurs, and something inside me stirs at the sound of that.
She lets out a loud, frightened yelp as I yank on the bar, dragging her to the edge of the bed. Then, I grind my cock against her as I mutter, “You’re my filthy little slut.”
Humming with need as she tries to twist and writhe against me, searching for friction, I hold the bar in my hand, her legs high in the air.
“Say it again, Peaches. Tell me what you are.”
“I’m your filthy little slut.”
My cock threatens to spill just from those words alone. I love her like this, vulnerable and dirty and mine.
“Hold your legs up. Let me look at you.”
She does as I say, keeping her wide legs held upward, exposing her beautiful pink pussy to me while I slowly undo the belt of my pants. The entire time I’m removing them, I’m just thinking about how good it’s going to feel to be inside her.
In this moment, there is no shame. Only trust and desire.
Because, as she said, it’s safe here, and I’m well aware she wasn’t referring to this room or this club but to us.
Her bound wrists rest above her head while her legs start to shake from the effort of holding them up for me. All I want to do is fuck her. There are a million things in this room I could use on her, but there is only one place I want to be, so I can’t focus on anything else.
Grabbing the pole that holds her legs apart, I press it toward her, practically folding her in half as I line my cock up with her wet, needy cunt and thrust myself inside her.
She lets out a desperate sound, somewhere between a scream and a groan, as I pull out and force myself back in.
And just as I expected, she feels like heaven. Just the sight of her, bound and blindfolded, offering her body to me like some sort of sacrament, is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Slamming into her relentlessly, I feel like I’m binding us together with each thrust until we are one.
“This cunt feels so fucking good, Peaches.”
I pound into her even harder, making her cry out.
“Louder,” I command, and she responds with another scream.
Without any warning, I pull out of her and grab the bar on either side. Then, I flip her and she gasps when I take her by surprise. Yanking her backward until her feet are on the floor, still spread wide, I push her head down into the mattress as I fill her up again.
It feels so good to let go. To let this darker side of me take shape, like meeting a part of myself I’ve kept hidden my entire life. Trusting that she actually likes it. I’m giving her what she wants, and it’s not just for me or for her, but for us.
Fucking her into the mattress, I lose control, smacking her ass hard with the palm of my hand just to hear her scream again. The entire time I’m just chanting in my mind— mine, mine, mine.
Then my internal thoughts come slipping through my lips with every thrust.