“Such a good girl for coming for me,” I tell her. “I knew you would.”
I pull back and slam forward. She pulls on the rope that binds her arms. Her hands are turning blue from how hard she’s managed to tighten them. I had just made slip knots to slide them into for easy access because I didn’t want to drug her. I needed her awake and aware of what was happening. So, I had to make things as easy as possible to restrain her while she fought me. She’s made them tighter by pulling on them during her pointless fight.
I lean down, taking a nipple into my mouth. I suck on it as I fuck her. The bed bangs against the wall so hard, we may break it.
Her soaking wet cunt clamps down on me again, and she’s coming.
“That’s my girl,” I say, licking my way up her chest to her neck. I kiss her racing pulse and slide my free hand under her head. I grip her hair, holding her in place while I sink my teeth into her neck, drawing her salty skin into my mouth, knowing I’ll leave a big hickey there.
Letting go, I trail kisses up her chin and the duct tape, so I’m over her lips. I kiss them before pulling back. Her watery blue eyes meet mine before she closes them.
“Look at me,” I order softly.
She opens them back up, and I grip the back of her knees, shoving her legs wide open for me, but my eyes fall to watch my cock slide in and out, covered in her cum. Biting my lip, I pound into her, making her tits bounce and her eyes fall closed. She’s coming again once more as I am.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
BLAKELY
HE REMOVES THE tape from my face, the sting making me flinch, and pulls the underwear from my mouth. I immediately start sobbing. He undoes my arms and pulls my trembling body into his.
I knew it was Ryat before he even spoke to me. I have the feel of his hands down. I know the touch of his lips. And I know how he fucks. My body has never been so alive. I’ve never come so hard in my life. I guess that’s not saying much since he’s the only guy I’ve ever slept with. But even when I fantasized about it in the past, I’ve never come like that.
“Shh,” he soothes me while I lie on my side, my face buried into his shirt in this unfamiliar bedroom. “You’re okay,” he says, rubbing my bare back.
I squint my eyes shut and try to catch my breath, letting him hold me like he cares. “I feel guilty,” I admit softly.
He pulls me away from him and runs his hand down my face, wiping away the tears. “Don’t. Don’t do that to yourself, Blake.”
“I got off.” I swallow the lump in my throat. “I liked it.” Shame washes over me like a heavy wave.
“That’s okay,” he tells me. “It was a fantasy, Blake. I wanted you to enjoy it.”
A small part of me is relieved that I enjoyed it, but the bigger part is ashamed of that. The fact that he took my sight, voice, and restrained me had my body screaming with joy. I laid in the back of the car crying and breathing into that hood, so turned on. I kept hearing Matt’s voice, saying how fucked up I am. How wrong my body was to be enjoying it.
He pulls away, reaching out for the nightstand. Then he’s handing me a bottle of water. “Here, drink this.”
I sit up and take a drink, my hands shaking so bad, I miss my mouth, and some runs down my exposed chest. Taking another, I hand it back to him and rub my tear-streaked face. Lying back down, I sniff, and he settles back down next to me, pulling me close once again, hugging me.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, not really sure what I’m sorry for exactly. It just feels like the right thing to say to him at the moment.
“Don’t be.” He sighs. “There’s no reason to be sorry. Fantasies don’t hurt anyone, Blake.” Feeling his lips on my hair, he kisses it softly. I close my eyes and let him hold me while I try to calm my breathing and stop crying. It feels like hours, but my body starts to relax. Everything hurts. My body is exhausted. Pulling away from him, I lie on my back and stare up at the ceiling.
“You okay?” he asks, reaching out and rubbing my stomach.
I nod. “Where are we?”
“My house.”
I look over at him, and his emerald eyes are staring at me intently. “Yours?”
“Yeah. I bought it a couple of years ago, but I never get to stay here. I’m always at house of Lords. I thought of bringing you here because I didn’t want to act it out at your apartment. I wanted to take you away from there and give you a new environment. You said in your dream that he drags you off into the woods. I wanted you to use your imagination to see where it would take you. Give you control of where you thought you were going.”