Page 58 of Tangled Control

Eventually I throw the flogger to the ground and stand right in front of her, my breath ragged. She is a vessel of lust, so full she can hardly focus. Her hair sticks to her damp skin.

“Please. Please, Rian.”

I touch her then, with only one finger, gently circling her wet clit that is jutting out between the ropes, needy and swollen.

“Be a good girl and come for me,” I rasp behind a clenched jaw.

It takes seconds. With a hoarse cry, she bucks against my single digit, and her orgasm detonates within her. Her body spasms, over and over. Her legs give way. I hold her up and unhook the rope from the chain. Putting my arm under her knees, I carry her over and place her gently on her stomach on the bed. My fingers shake as I fish a condom out of my pocket and finally free my aching cock. I lift her hips and crawl between her legs.

“Fuck!” I roar as I push between her deep red lips. She’s even tighter with the ropes pressing against my cock.

“Rian,” Catriona gasps, her orgasm still clamping her insides.

I can’t stop. I bring her hips high and slam into her boiling heat, over and over. My abs and glutes contract with every hard thrust. Her loud moans mix with my grunts. I fist her hair and bring her up to sitting on her knees while never losing my brutal rhythm from behind. The ropes on her back scratch my chest. She brings her arms over her head and behind my neck, linking us together with still-bound hands. I reach down her torso, pinching her nipple on the way. She screams and chants my name as I press hard down on her clit. Her walls clamp down around me as she comes a second time.

“Cat… Cat!”

I grip her hip harder as flames lick up my thighs and burst in my groin. With a roar, I let myself go deep inside of her.

Thirty Five

Catriona

My nose tickles. I lift my hand to rub it, but my hand is heavy and my shoulder sore, and too sleepy, I’m unable to figure out why that may be. The tickling is back, and annoyed, I scrunch up my nose and try to wiggle it.

A low chuckle.

I open my eyes and stare right into the smiling face of my boss. The morning sun makes his eyes appear translucent green. Between his fingers, he has a lock of my hair.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

Despite his cheerful face, his voice is gruff.

I stretch beside him in his super-sized bed, finding that it’s not just my shoulder that’s sore – everything aches.

“How do you feel? Are you okay?” Rian asks, his tone full of concern as he scans my face.

“I’m okay.” My cheeks heat and I bite my lip, shy as memories of last night flood back. “A little sore all over, but I guess that’s to be expected.”

He chuckles again, planting a soft kiss on my shoulder. “If you weren’t sore, I wouldn’t have done my job properly.” He turns serious again. “You sure you’re not in any real pain?”

I shake my head. “I’m fine.” I’m not going to give him any reasons not to repeat last night. He nudges my nose with his own and gives me a soft, languid kiss.

He hesitates. “Any regrets?”

“None.” A smile spreads across my face that’s matched with the one on his – a smile that takes my breath away.

“You hungry?”

“Starving.”

As Rian heads into the kitchen to rustle up something to eat, I get up and stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. There are no signs of the flogging, none whatsoever, but there are some red stripes from the rope, one in particular from my hip bone down along my slit. I remember how I rubbed my legs together, desperately chasing that high, how my body bucked in its restraints as he fucked me.

Twice.

I brush over my nipple that is all puffy, and the blood rushes faster through my veins, remembering how he tied my wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed, that second time, spreadeagled for him to use as he wished. And he did. I pulled at my bindings as he fucked me while slapping my breasts that were framed in the blue rope, pinching my nipples – painfully so – something that shouldn’t feel good. Yet it did, and as I was about to come, he pulled out and started slapping my pussy. I howled at the fierce sting, yet I was embarrassed at how the wetness kept trickling out of me, how I tilted my hips to give him better access… How I pleaded with him formore. He made me come then on his cock. I was exhausted, but Rian was far from finished. It was a good while later when he let me come again. Ialmost blacked out at the force, barely hearing Rian’s roar that echoed between the walls in the small room.

Was the woman enjoying being tied up andusedreally me?