Page 126 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

Fighting back my smile, I murmur, “Yes, Vengeance.”

One hand on her lower back over the rows of rope there, I grip the base of my cock to guide myself to her. Then I pause. “Which hole, HC?”

“I do not care. Just fuck me,” she snaps. “I want your co—”

She cries out as I slam myself inside her clenching pussy. All of myself in one go.

Just like in the scene she’d displayed for me through the bond, my grasp latches onto the rope keeping her wrists together. Veins standing out starkly from the heat of my burning body and the security of my grip, I set a rough and fast pace immediately, the clapping of our bodies colliding ringing in my ears.

“You—do not—cut me—off,” Ezla bites out between each forceful thrust, even as her cunt crushes me as her body absorbs all I’m giving her and fucking loves it. “That—is another—punishment—for— Fuck,” she hisses as I bring my hand not holding the rope to her clit and rub at the bundle of nerves furiously. Not to be deterred, she finishes with a spat-out, “You.”

Snorting through my laboured breaths, I pinch her hardened little nub as I grunt, “Punish me all you want, Vengeance—it’d be worth it to have you like this.”

Her following growl is cut off with a delighted moan when I slap her clit.

“Fuck yeah. That good? Do you like that, HC?”

“Mhm.” Pushing her ass back to take each merciless pump of my hips, she traps her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Yeah? You want me to do it again?” I say and clap my hand to her a little more purposefully this time before she has time to respond. My cock glides more smoothly inside her as her arousal slickens my shaft further than before, and I groan raggedly, neck extending and eyes clamping shut. “Ahh, shit. You’re so fucking good, Ezla. So good.”

Clenching the life right out of my dick, she rasps, “I want more of that. Give me what I want.”

Slapping her clit once more, I then cup her mound, middle finger working on the nub in tight circles again. “Anything, Vengeance.” Another slap, this one unexpected, and she’s gasping out my name in a way that can only be labelled as unholy. “I’ll always give you anything.”

I don’t know what possesses me to, but as my gaze catches on the sight of my cock moving in and out of her, disappearing into her pussy over and over again, I angle my chin down, gathering saliva in my mouth. When I spit on my cock, letting my saliva drip onto my shaft and be fucked into her, a strained sound of pleasure is dragged from my throat as she squeezes around me greedily again, and I pick up my pace in response.

“Your cunt fucking loves me, Vengeance,” I groan.

“All of me does.”

“Sh-shit!” Thrusts stuttering, my balls draw up far too fast, and I only just manage to catch the end of the string keeping me from my orgasm. “Fucking Christ, HC. You just— Shit, I need you to cum for me. I’m not cumming before you.”

She lets out a breathless, wicked laugh around her words as she says, “Is that all it takes to have you crumbling for me? A single mention of my feelings for you?”

“Yes,” I force out through clenched teeth as I regain my rhythm, needing to hold on to her for support and so moving both hands to her hips, fingers digging in. “Yeah, that’s all it fucking takes, Ezla. That’s all I’ve wanted to hear for weeks, and you just give it to me like that. You have no idea what that feels like.”

“Actually, I do. I can feel your everything,” she retorts before the breath is punched out of her when I deliver an extra-harsh thrust in punishment for her mouthing off without provocation. Though really, I can’t help but love it.

Eyes flitting over the rope all over her, a shiver racks through my entire being. Ezla always has me as hard as taalk, but the fucking sight of her like this is altering my bloody brain chemistry. It’s not just goddamn hot, either—it’s more than the sweaty, passionate sex where I’m spewing out my train of filthy thoughts. It’s like I’m claiming her, taking her further and further away from the horrors that have been her life for the past eighteen years and binding her to me, a man who wants to take care of her and make her happy just like every other in the room. To me, it almost feels like I’m tethering her to a new life, one where she’s only ever happy and receiving anything she could possibly desire, the image before me a visual representation of that. It’s not representing imprisonment, but freedom in being bound to us.

“All ours,” I gasp out raggedly. “I promise to make you so fucking happy, HC. I fucking promise. I love y— Oh shit!”

Unable to concentrate as my vision blurs, head spinning when she clamps down on me even tighter than before and a velvet-and-sin caress glides over me through the bond, I’m back to only being able to spit out a bunch of dirty shit, spewing out curses left, right, and centre. And she’s so bloody close as I fight with everything in me to hold out for her, her shaking thighs flushed, sticky skin wrecking me.

“Come on, Vengeance. Cum for me. Drench my cock.”

With the glorious sight before me of HC all bound for me firing me up even more relentlessly than usual, the clap-clap-clap of us colliding coils my abdomen tighter, and I suck in sharp breaths of air. But the efforts to get an ounce of oxygen into my starved lungs prove pointless when I lose it all in the next second as her walls pulse around me.

“Shit. Fuck.” Vision whiting out for a few blissful moments as that overwhelming pleasure swamps me, my thrusts completely lose any uniformity. Sloppily, I make myself keep moving in and out of her, prolonging our pleasure for as long as possible. “That’s right. Fuck. Give it to me, Vengeance. Look at you cumming all over me. So beautiful.” Blurry eyes managing to focus on the sight of my glistening cock with every backward motion, a drawn-out groan leaves me. I’m bloody obsessed with the sight of her coating me.

“Cooper, Cooper . . .” she whispers hoarsely, and I’m pretty sure that just brought forth another orgasm mid-release, because holy shit I can’t stop spurting hot jets into her.

“Ezla—Vengeance,” I groan back brokenly, almost falling on top of her as the heat and ecstasy have me struggling to keep myself upright. “Oh, Jesus.” No clue which way’s up or down, but I thoroughly enjoy all the emotions and physical feelings as they blast through me without restraint.

When Ezla goes completely limp, I become utterly boneless with her, collapsing on top of her with a faint grunt, crushing her to the bed. And I’m still bloody cumming. Grinding against her ass, I keep moving inside of her, more gently now, eyes sliding closed as she milks the last of my release from me. And then finally, when the last drop leaves me, I fall completely motionless.

“Sorry, Vengeance,” I groan weakly. “I can’t fucking move.”