Page 99 of Their Cruel Play
I bite my cheek to hold back my moan. I won’t tell him no, but last night they worked my ass and prepared me before Luke and Caden fucked it. Caden in my ass was a lot.
A slap comes down on my pussy, almost making me cry out, but I choke down the noise and wince at the tug on the back of my neck from the collar.
“Don’t bite your cheek, kitten. That far off look. Don’t think about the others while you’re with me. Be present. When we’re all together, you can think about them and their cocks. But right now, you’re mine. And when you’re mine, you only think of my cock.”
He thrusts into my pussy deep. It’s so sudden and unexpected. My lips part but I don’t make a sound as my body fights to adjust to his size. With my thighs bound together, it’s almost too much.
My legs fight against the fabric to widen my stance, but they don’t move. I take small, measured breaths as he remains still inside me while my pussy throbs around him.
“I want an answer.” He grabs my hair and twists my head to the side. “Whose cock are you thinking about?”
“Yours.” It’s all I can think about as my pussy clings to it. I clench around him, trying to make myself relax.
He spanks my ass, and a little moan escapes me as I clench harder around him. He spanks me again. Yeah, that one was my fault. My whole body is tense. I release a breath, unable to relax. Even my back feels tight.
“Yours, what?” His voice is calm, but he tightens his hand in my hair.
Fuck, I forgot.
“Yours, sir.” Every inch of me is hyperaware, from the strands of hair pulling at my scalp to the ache in my butt cheeks from his spanking to every inch of his cock twitching in my pussy, filling me so fucking full.
“Do you want to come all over my cock, kitten?” He pulls out only a little before pressing in deep. Tingles burst over my skin.
“Yes, sir.” Fuck, yes.
“Do you want me to work this tight pussy with my thick cock until you can’t help but scream your release?” His fingers dig into my hip.
Oh, fuck. A gush of wetness coats his cock. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He thrusts leisurely in and out of my pussy like we have all day.
As the urge to move my hips with him becomes difficult to resist, the urgency builds inside me. I need a release from this pressure now.
But if I rock my hips, he’ll stop. Frustration fills me. I can’t spread my legs because my pants hold me captive, making him feel even larger inside me. Spreading my thighs would make each thrust feel so much better though.
“I can’t wait to have you bound to my bed. Helpless. Begging me for release. Begging me to pound into you so fucking hard. Would you like it harder, kitten?”
“Yes, sir.” I whimper because I want more. I need more. Maybe then I can fall over the edge into the waiting oblivion.
When he spanks me, I moan at the delicious clench around his cock. He tugs my hair, making my neck arch, tugging on the rope binding my hands to my collar.
Tskingme, he pulls his cock out of my pussy. I ache with the need for him to sink back in. Even with my pussy empty and aching, my hips almost rock to keep the motion going. He leansover my back, pressing his wet cock against my ass as his lips touch my ear.
I release a breath and fight the urge to press back into him.
“No noise, kitten. If you find too much pleasure in spankings, maybe I should try something else.” His body burns against mine, and our skin only touches in the area he’s bared. My crop top has ridden up to my bra strap, but I want his skin to touch me everywhere.
“Give in to me.” His words are soft, and the brush of his lips on the shell of my ear makes a full body shiver flow through me.
I draw in a shuddering breath as he holds me how he wants me. I can’t free myself. This is what I wanted. It’s what Eli wants, and I want to give him what he wants.
Finally, I stop fighting against the arching of my body and relax into his hold, the ropes, the bed. Give myself to his safekeeping. Trusting him with my body.
“Yes.” He nips at my ear, sending little fevered sparks to my empty center. “Do you feel that, kitten? The pleasure in giving me your control?”
“Yes, sir.” Instead of fighting, my body flows with the holds on it. Instead of tightness and bites of pain, I feel a sense of weightlessness, of freedom. I close my eyes, and everything comes into sharp detail.
His hand moves to the side, but I can’t see what he’s doing, just feel his hot flesh against mine and long for release. I want to beg for it, but I don’t have permission to talk. Instead, I let it go. He’s in control of my needs and wants and desires.
