“You’re so close, love,” I say, driving deeper as her walls begin spasming, chasing the high of imminent release.
“So close. Oh, god, Jonas, that’s—”
“Don’t do it yet, puppet. Not until I’m inside you.”
“Fuck, I can’t… I’m…”
A horrific groan tears from her lungs as I quickly remove my fingers and position myself behind her. Pressing my hand into her lower back, I angle her arse at a perfect level and kick her knees farther apart.
She’s dripping when I fit my cock against her opening, the glistening crescent shape of her upside-down cunt making me harden to a point of pain.
“Say please, puppet.”
Her whimper is broken. “Jonas.”
“Say it. Use your words and tell me exactly what you want.”
Shifting, she rubs herself against me, wetting the tip with her arousal. She drops her voice, desperation coloring her tone, and glances over her shoulder. “I want your cock. Please. It’s so big and I want to be so fu—”
Something primal and animalistic takes over me, and before she’s even finished begging me to fill her, I do it, plunging in to the hilt in a single thrust.
Lenny clamps down around the intrusion, almost as if she’s trying to push me back out, but I dig my nails into her hips and stay put, letting her get used to me.
“Holy shit.” A strangled sound comes from her.
Focusing on a spot on the wall above the bed, I flare my nostrils, trying not to move. Even when she relaxes slightly, the vise grip on my cock melting into something soft and manageable, I remain still.
After a moment, she pushes back. Wiggles around a bit. “Jonas?”
I let out a breath. “Yes?”
“Are… are you okay?”
My fingers tighten on her skin, little patches of red sprouting beneath my touch. I don’t know how to tell her that she feels like fucking heaven, sending waves of euphoria spiraling through my chest.
At the same time, she’s hell, too; wicked, delicious sin crafted especially for my taste buds and served on a silver fucking platter.
Glancing down, I pull my hips back a bit and then snap them forward, watching my cock disappear into her.
“Perfect,” I say, in lieu of an answer, because how can I explain it? As I saw in and out, my pace gradually picking up as the imminent need for release subsides, I realize I’ve never fucked anyone before and had it feel like this.
Like she could save me or condemn me, and the entire fate of my soul rests in her hands.
Or, cunt, I suppose, depending on how you look at it.
“Fuck.” Her word is a whisper, puffing out between salacious grunts as I begin fucking her faster. “Oh, god, don’t stop.”
Sweat beads along my hairline and a tendril of it swoops into my eye. My hands grow clammy, slipping as I try to hang on, riding her like a broodmare. Each thrust draws a different gasp from her, saturated in raw lust and tears.
Bloody hell, she’s a mess.
That shouldn’t do it for me, but there’s something alluring about the fact that she’s so far gone, so lost to the throes of pleasure, that such a basal instinct takes over. It’s as if her body doesn’t know how else to react, so it defaults to tears and spit and sweat, and soon Lenny’s sobbing into her bindings, begging me to come.
“You feel so good,” she moans.
“Yeah?” I increase my pace, cracking my palm against her unmarred arse cheek, watching it ripple as I fuck her. “Tell me this is the best you’ve had.”
“Yes, yes!”
“Tell me my cock was molded specifically for your cunt. That it fits her so well, you can’t imagine ever taking another as long as you live.”
“Your—it fits perfect—” Propping my knee up, I shift so I can drive deeper, and that’s when she begins unraveling. The thread holding her composure snaps, and her cunt begins spasming around me, clutching and trying to keep me inside. “Oh, my god. Jonas!”
“That’s it, love. What a good girl, squeezing my cock like that. Fuck, you’re incredible.”
Something primal erupts from deep within her, and she pitches into a fit of full-body convulsions. Her legs shake as she comes, her inner walls kneading and coaxing.
I’m right there with her, my own release barreling through me like the bullet from a shotgun, firing at will. Clarity sparks at the last second, and I manage to pull out just in time.
Grabbing my cock, I beat my shaft furiously until I’m coming, hard, panting and grunting and exploding, painting her arse like one of the canvases sitting in the living room downstairs.
Exhausted, I let out a breath and collapse beside her on the mattress. Dragging a hand over my forehead, I wipe off some sweat and try to regulate my breathing.
Lenny tugs on her restraints, but remains quiet, with her head turned away from me. I reach up, undoing the tie and pulling it back through the headboard, and she goes totally limp.
Alarm washes through me, though it takes me a moment to find my voice. My mouth is dry and my tongue is stuck to the roof of it, but I swallow anyway. “Are you okay?”
“Dead,” she mutters, still not moving. “You killed me. Congratulations.”
Pride swells in my chest, and I chuckle. “All in a day’s work.”
We lie there in silence for a while, though eventually I get up and retrieve a wet wipe from the washroom, cleaning her up before she can protest. When I’m through, she pads butt naked to the toilet, rejoining me minutes later in bed as she flops onto the mattress, closing her eyes.
“I can’t believe I let you tie me up,” she whispers.
Smirking, I brush some of the hair from her face. “Why not?”
One eyelid peels back, but just for a second. “I’m not… usually into not being able to move. It reminds me of…”
My hand curls into a fist, a sick feeling lodging in my stomach. Is it possible that everything she just experienced was through the lens of her past?
“I see.”
“Before I went to Vermont, I had a lot of nightmares.” With a deliberate sigh, Lenny rolls onto her back, folding her hands over her chest. I reach down and tug the duvet cover over us, which she pulls up to her chin. “I think I developed claustrophobia, or something, after the whole… incident, because my dreams were always about being confined or trapped.”
She sighs. “Then, when I left Aplana, they just… stopped. No extensive cognitive therapy, or a significant length of time. I just woke up at my aunt’s cattle farm and didn’t have another nightmare.”
“Cattle farm?”
“Don’t ask why I went there. I still don’t know.”
Pressing my lips together, I reach for her, yanking her into me. She goes willingly, and even though I’m not a cuddler or a dater, I let myself break the rules.
Just for tonight, I tell myself.
Just for right now.
There’s nothing wrong with indulging her for a little while.
Consider it a perk for agreeing to her contract in the first place.
“He was nowhere near my mind, if you’re wondering.”
She says it quietly, into the hollow of my throat. Almost as if she sensed I wanted to ask but couldn’t bring myself to admit it.