Page 45 of Broken & Bound

His head was still leaning back against the couch, his eyes were closed, lips parted, and he was much more relaxed. I swirled my tongue over his head and sucked him all the way back this time.

My reward—the deepest guttural moan left his throat, and his eyes flew open and met mine. His hand moved to the back of my head, and he thrust his hips up a tiny fraction, and I sucked harder. The feel of him pulsing on my tongue was exhilarating.

Relax your throat.

I took him deeper on the next pass down.

“Fuck, princess. That feels so good. Keep doing that, just like that. FUCK.”

His breathing was more ragged, and his shaft swelled in my mouth with each suck. With newfound confidence and determination, I continued sucking him off, relishing in the erotic sounds he made. I popped off and teased his dick with my tongue.

Then I remembered a conversation Kinsley had with Tori. I hooked my arms under his knees and pulled him forward. He caught on and moved closer to the edge. I pushed his thighs apart and wrapped my fingers around his cock and stroked it before lowering my mouth to his balls, loving the fact that my man was groomed to a T.

Flashing him a wicked grin and loving the fact that he was equally amused by my behavior, I slowly sucked one of his balls into my mouth. Smooth and heavy, I loved the way every part of him felt.

He hissed, and his thighs clenched around my head. Moving away from his balls, I used the tip of my tongue to trace down along his taint and across his ass.

“Fuck. Don’t tease me like that, princess,” he moaned.

I continued to rim his ass with my tongue and slowly slid my index finger into my panties, wetting it with my arousal. He was so enthralled with my attention on his ass, he didn’t notice. I moved to take the length of him back into my mouth. At the same time, my soaking wet finger replaced my tongue on his ass, and I slid it in to the first knuckle.

“Holy shit,” he exclaimed.

A puddle at my feet. I may have started this night insecure, but it certainly wasn’t going to end that way. I was going to ensure that I pleased him. Thoughts of the club girls he’d been with had me seeing red.

I could be as kinky and sexual as they were. It was coursing through me in waves so powerful I couldn’t contain myself. My finger pushed in further, and then I slowly pumped my it in and out as I continued to take him deeper.

This time when I gagged, I breathed through it and relaxed my throat. His hand gripped my hair harder as I bobbed up and down his cock. From the noises he was making, I knew he was close.

“Fuck, me. It feels so damn good. You’re such a dirty fucking girl. I’m going to fill your filthy mouth full of my cum and you’re going to take it all.”

His words made my insides quiver, and I squeezed my thighs together, feeling wetter than ever. I wanted nothing more than to climb up on him and ride him hard. My pussy ached to be filled with his thickness. His eyes fluttered closed and his muscles tightened.

With that, he shoved his cock to the back of my throat, holding my head firmly and went frantic on me. As he fucked my face hard, I matched pace for pace with my finger in his ass. Tears streamed down my face, but I loved every dirty minute of it.

With him now focused on being in control, I couldn’t help myself. My left hand slipped between my legs and I rubbed my clit. My mistake was thinking he wasn’t paying attention, that I had him so out of control he wouldn’t notice. He did immediately.

“Did I give you permission to touch yourself? Remove that hand right this second.”

I sighed heavily, but did as he requested. His hand slid into my hair, and he once more shoved my head down hard onto him. He was stretching my mouth wide with his cock, and the look in his eyes made me shake.

“That’s it, princess. Take all of me like the dirty girl you are,” he encouraged, ours gazes were locked, and I had to eventually look away because the intensity was too much for me to manage.

But his words did something to me, and I moaned around his cock, and without warning, he growled. His ass clenched around my finger and he let out a guttural word in Russian, accompanied by my name. And then hot, thick cum slid down my throat, taking me by surprise.

I swallowed as much as I could, but had to pull my mouth away in order to breathe. He wasn’t quite finished, and some of it spurted out and splashed against his stomach. His breathing was heavy, mine matching it.

I collapsed, exhausted, against his thigh and removed my finger from his ass.

Our eyes met once again. It was a silly thought, but everything between us changed at that moment. Maybe it was me surrendering parts of myself that I never felt I would. Opening myself up to the possibilities of adventure and love with a man.

My man.

All the years of fear and pain slipped away.

“You made a mess. Clean it up,” he snapped.

My eyes flew open, and I saw the challenge in his.