Page 44 of Tangled Control

“Um, Rian?”

“Shh, just lean back.”

He keeps pushing until my head and tied arms rest on the conference table. It’s an uncomfortable position, the weight on my arms, the pull at my shoulders and the stretch in my hips as my legs dangle over the edge. I bite down on my lip to keep quiet as he lowers my bra to sit underneath my breasts.

“Jesus…” Rian seems to enjoy the sight, judging from his blown pupils.

He steps in between my legs, hips pinning mine to the edge of the table, pressing his hard cock against my core.

Panic pricks at the base of my skull as he grips my throat. He squeezes and my breaths turn shallow under his palm. His eyelids lower. I’m completely and utterly under his control.

“F-fuck…” I stutter as he rotates his hips against my throbbing pussy.

His brows furrow. “What did I say? You need to be quiet.”

I clamp my lips together, swallowing my moans under his palm that grips my throat. Rian lowers his head over my nipple. His pink tongue circles it, flicks, turning it to a crystal peak. He does the same to the other nipple. My back arches as he sucks it sharply into his mouth, and my shoulders ache with the movement. Yet I don’t complain, not when the tip of my nippleseems to have direct electric contact with my pussy that Rian is rubbing against. I swear soundlessly.

He releases his grip on my throat, and I feel naked without it. Puffs of warm breath caress my contracting abs as he licks a snakelike pattern down my abdomen. With his face hovering only inches over my pussy, he slides my panties down my legs.

I can hear his deep inhale. His tongue is on me, gliding down my slit. I clench my teeth together. He sucks on my lips, my right and then my left, and then…then he slips his tongue between them, tasting my wetness, aiming for my entrance. My legs tremble in their suspended state as Rian pushes against my hole, forcing his way in with his slick tongue. I whimper behind my closed lips, his tongue so hot as it moves in and out, in and out. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying but failing to rock my hips. He shifts up and my eyes fly open and I gasp. He sucks my clithard. My body trembles as he sucks and sucks, forcing blood to fill my sensitive nub.

“Rian!” I whisper-yell as tension builds too rapidly, up my back, over my shoulders and neck, and my mouth opens in a silent cry. Heat bursts from my core and tremors crash through me, one after the other, as I free-fall over the edge.

The back of my head hits the table, and I gasp for air as aftershocks rock my body.

Something cold drops onto my stomach.

My vision swims as I see Rian gazing down at me with raw passion, lips parted and teeth glinting like on a feral animal. A spike of lust-infused fear hits me. He’s like a wolf, ready to ravish me. He unzips his trousers, and I realise the cold thing on my stomach is a condom. My heart, which has started to slow its pace, revs up.

Rian’s large cock springs free from his boxers, the head shiny and dark. Ripping the condom open with his teeth, he slides itover his length and pumps it through his fist a few times while looking down at me with his frightening wolfish grin.

“Say you want it,” he growls and runs the tip of his cock up and down my wet slit.

“Please,” I mouth as my body jerks with renewed need.

Rian positions himself at my opening, the blunt head pushing my flesh aside. I brace myself as much as I can.

He thrusts forward.

I gasp and throw my head back. He is so big, it’s almost painful. His low, animalistic growl strums my core as he pushes further in, all the way. Stretching me. He stops for a second, his eyes squeezed shut. Then he pulls his hips back and thrusts forward, and I forget about the world around me. His fingers dig into my hips where he holds me in place as he pistons into me over and over. My shoulders ache and the edge of the table bites into the back of my legs, but all I feel is how his every thrust fills me up and burns a path along my slick insides.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Cat,” he grunts between desperate pants. He hikes one of my legs over his arm, hitting me differently, deeper.

“Ah – yes…”

I squeeze around him. His breathing changes.

“Fuck!” His speed increases, slapping against my skin, jolting my body on the table.

“Oh-my-god-Rian,” I hiss as he rubs my clit. “I’m going to come again, I’m going to – I’m…”

My muscles seize up, and my vision turns white. His hand clamps down hard over my mouth. Fireworks go off in my core, colourful explosions timed with every thrust of Rian’s hips. From far away I hear him muffling his own moans against my breast. His body is a tight coil as he pumps into me a final time, his cock pulsing.

“Cat…” He collapses on top of me, his weight pressing down on my arms that have gone numb. All of me has gone numb.

A high-pitched laugh. Rian stills. Slowly he lifts his head. His hair is damp at the temples, and his cheeks are flushed. His eyes search mine and he swallows tightly.

Fuck, what did we just do?