“I want you.” Who is this person saying this? Who is making my ass grind against his shaft? Who is so hungry to feel him inside of me, to mark me with his virility? Oh my God, if he does that, then I really am submitting to him.
Oh fuck. Fuck! Fuck!
Is that what I have to do to enter that space? Do I really have to let him take me like that? He knows me too well. We’ve only been fucking for a couple of weeks, but he knows me well enough now to know that the only way to break me is to…
Is to….
Come inside me.
I’m so scared. I’m shaking. The handcuffs are vibrating against the bed because I’m shaking so hard. No, you don’t understand. A man has never done that before. He’s never put his bare cock inside me. He’s never filled me with his seed. He’s never tied me up, blindfolded me, made me his possession.
Why do I want it so much?
“I want you…” I feel like I’ve gone mad. This isn’t me talking. This is that interloper inside my mind who is laughing, carrying on and telling me that this is what I really want. “I want you, Ian.”
It’s done.
He’s inside me.
Bare.
I’m so ready for him that it’s like nothing at all. He’s deep, so deep, just sitting there, enjoying the sensation of my wet flesh around his cock. I hear him groan. I feel him shudder. He’s not coming. He’s practically laughing.
Damn him.
And damn me!
When he begins to move, I nearly cry. I don’t know what I’m crying from. Fear? Relief? I don’t care. There are tears falling beneath my blindfold, but I can’t bring myself to pay attention to them. Because Ian Mathers is fucking me from behind, his hand pulling my hair, making my scalp hurt. Then he shoves my head into the pillow, all my moans muffled as he plows between my legs, grunting and talking so fucking dirty.
“Tell me you don’t like this.” His hand slaps my ass, and I sob, my body loving it so much while my mind screams. “Tell me you don’t want me fucking you until you’re mine.”
I can’t bring myself to say that… because it’s not true.
“Take it, Katie. Take my whole fucking cock.”
He pushes on the curve in my spine, which makes my ass bump the air, angling my inner canal so he can split me in two.
The bastard wasn’t kidding. He’s going to tear me to pieces.
It hurts. Between my sore ass and the way he’s going at me, I can barely stand the pain. The glorious, beautiful pain that is taking over my brain and purging it of everything I ever felt in my life.
It’s so good. It’s so hot.
I give myself over to it.
Why not? It’s happening. I can’t turn back. I’m living in this moment, with this man inside me, on me, taking me and having me for himself.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I thought I knew what it felt like to have a man inside me. They all had condoms. A barrier between me and that smooth skin and smoother heat radiating into me. Everything feels… more intimate.
Forbidden, but intimate.
“That’s it.” Ian spanks me again, and I groan into his pillow. I’m groaning from everything and anything happening to me at this point. “Surrender to me.”
Surrender.
That’s the word I’m looking for. Surrender. Give. Bestow. Sur-fucking-render.
It’s like he’s caught me after a long, arduous chase. I’ve been ran down, trapped in a corner after fleeing something I know I have to do. My knees dig into the bed, hair pulling at my scalp and painful pleasure ripping through me like electrical sparks hitting every sensitive place. Ian pulls out and then rams himself back in, the head of his cock deftly sliding into my G-spot.
I can feel it coming. The moment I come, the moment I surrender.
I know now. All of this is for me. I asked for it. I wanted to know what it felt like to give in, to surrender.
Over ten years of having regular sex, and fuck me, this is the first time I’ve felt this aware of every part of my body.
Ian’s hands grasp my hips, pulling me onto his cock every time he drives into me. Sometimes I prop myself up and feel my nipples caress the bedspread. Other times I collapse, or he pushes my face into the pillow, pounding into me like a fucking animal. A steady, rhythmic animal who knows what the hell he’s doing.
My whole life I’ve been like a wild steed. Doing what I please. Taking what I want. Avoiding the civilized world because I refuse to be tamed. The more Ian fucks me, the more I feel myself being lulled into security, into the idea that this isn’t so bad after all.
I hear it all. My wetness on his cock. The grunts in his throat. My heart pounding in my ears. I have no control over anything, not even my hips. I’m completely at this man’s mercy. And I like it.
His cock is pulsing. It’s so hot that I moan against my handcuffs. Heat, heat, heat. I know he’s indulging in my inner heat. It’s getting easier and easier to take his whole size.
I’m surrendering.
Just as I feel myself on the edge of losing it, of jumping head first into orgasm, Ian pulls out of me and shoves my ass over. I think he’s done. Did he come and I didn’t feel it? No. I would have felt that for the first time in my life. Instead, he’s uncuffing me, ripping the blindfold off my head and rolling me over.
Oh my God, he’s so damned hot.
Naked, muscular, gritting his teeth. He’s getting ready to rip my throat out as he claims the rest of my body with his cock. I barely have time to enjoy the view of what’s pressing upon me before Ian pulls my legs apart and drives back into me, digging deeper and farther back than he’s dared to before.
My hands are free, but I don’t know what to do with them besides grabbing the pillow beneath my head. He’s holding my ankles, cupping me beneath my knees, making sure I’m angled for pleasure as he slams into me.
“Say it,” he growls, tapping one of my breasts and peaking my nipple. “Say you’re mine and that you surrender.”
Words don’t want to happen right now. Thinking about them takes away from concentrating on the pulses rippling through me. “I’m yours… I’m yours…” My eyes try to roll back again. God, he feels so big within me. Or maybe I feel smaller. I don’t know. “I surrender.”
He stills, and all of me is stretching to accommodate him. I don’t know how he has lasted this long. I don’t know how I’ve lasted this long, other than I’m afraid to come. “Do you want me to come inside you, Katie?”
I grimace, holding on to the warmth of his cock. Ian nearly falls on top of me, his lips bruising my throat as he waits for my answer.
This man wants me so much. I’m doing this to him. I’m turning him into an uncontrollable alpha male who won’t be able to stop soon enough.
Not that I want him to.
“Yes. Make it feel good.”
“Katie…”
His breath is in my ear, his tongue down my throat, his lips everywhere. My free arms wrap around him, holding him to me as my legs spread as far as they can to take him inside me. This is it. This is what it means to be possessed by someone. Everything is tensing. There are only a few moments between his impaling me and when we climax, but these moments last a lifetime.
I’m alive. I’m free.
I’m his.
“Oh my God,” I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulder blades. “Let me come.”
“Come for me, Katie.”
Permission granted, I embrace the swelling feelings inside of me. I think about how full I am. How warm. How protected. My toes start to curl. I want to close my eyes, but Ian is above me, staring back into me as I gaze into his resolute visage.
He’s losing it. Ian groans into my mouth, and every muscle in my body can feel his cock reach the edge inside of me.
The cry I unleash as I come fills this room with everything I’m keeping pent up inside.