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Authors: Linnea May, Stella Noir
Tags: Psychological, Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary Women, Women's Fiction, New Adult & College
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fucking tight and wet.”
He freezes for a moment, just letting me enjoy the feeling of his massive cock stretching me while the hook is doing the same with my ass. Slowly, very slowly, he starts moving back and forth, fucking me as if it was our first time. I greet every shove with a welcoming moan, but soon egg him on to move faster by moving my hips back and forth. He grabs me by the hips with his strong hands, squeezing my flesh as he starts fucking me the way I want him to. Hard, relentless. My whole body is shaking beneath him, rocked back and forth by his unbelievable power.
Every time he thrusts into me, I can feel the ball on the hook inside my ass pushing against the wall between my two entrances. The pleasure almost borders on agony, and my need for release becomes more and more apparent.
“You want to come, don’t you?” he asks breathlessly.
I groan with approval, incapable of speaking.
“Let’s do this right, beautiful,” he says, leaning over me so that his mouth is next to my left ear. His buff chest presses against my back, putting extra strain on the rope and thus the hook. I yelp, as the sensation borders on pain now.
He gives me a kiss on the cheek and reaches below me, grabbing the pink bullet that is still vibrating. During all of this, he never stops fucking me for a moment. His cock works my core with the same brutality, stretching and pleasing my slick center.
“Come,” he hisses. “Now.”
With that, he pushes the vibrating bullet against my clit, and I yelp in misery, sounding as if I was being tortured when in reality it is sheer ecstasy that spreads through my entire being as my climax unfolds. Blissful spasms rack my body in tight, sensual waves. I am flooded with delight, and left blinded with contentment.
My eyes roll back into my head, and I am only conscious long enough to feel him find his release inside of me shortly after.
Chapter 11
LEONARD
Something is wrong.
I squint, trying to realize where I am. Not in my own bed, that’s for sure. And I’m not alone.
Bright daylight is peeking through the narrow slits between the curtains, painting the room with bright, thin lines of sunlight.
It’s morning, early morning, and I’m not where I should be. Liz is sleeping next to me, curled up in my arms and naked, with her collar not attached to the hook. I’m in the wrong place, and she is not restrained the way she should be. Why do I even set rules for myself if I don’t intend to stick to them?
I carefully remove my arm from underneath her and climb out of bed to get dressed and out of here as quickly as possible before she wakes up.
Just as I am buttoning my shirt, I realize that there is something else that is not the way it’s supposed to be.
I hear noise coming from downstairs.
I freeze for a few moments to be sure and listen.
Yes, there it is again. Rummaging, muffled sounds coming from outside the door. I furl my eyebrows and close the last two buttons of my shirt before I carefully open the door and check the hallway.
It’s empty, but I continue to hear sounds from downstairs. Someone or something is moving around down there, not even trying to be quiet while doing so which suggests that it could be an animal. I’ve had a raccoon enter my house through that damn pet door the previous tenant added to the patio door.
Just in case, I decide to be careful and close the door behind me as quietly as possible before I sneak into my office with equal caution. I hurry to my desk and open the small safe that is hidden beneath it, fetching the only gun that has ever been in my possession. I’ve never had to fire it, and I hope that it will remain that way.
I open the door only the slightest bit to check whether the intruder may have made his way upstairs in the meantime, but it doesn’t seem so. I step outside, careful not to make any noise as I walk along the corridor until I reach the staircase.
I lean forward and check the entrance
He freezes for a moment, just letting me enjoy the feeling of his massive cock stretching me while the hook is doing the same with my ass. Slowly, very slowly, he starts moving back and forth, fucking me as if it was our first time. I greet every shove with a welcoming moan, but soon egg him on to move faster by moving my hips back and forth. He grabs me by the hips with his strong hands, squeezing my flesh as he starts fucking me the way I want him to. Hard, relentless. My whole body is shaking beneath him, rocked back and forth by his unbelievable power.
Every time he thrusts into me, I can feel the ball on the hook inside my ass pushing against the wall between my two entrances. The pleasure almost borders on agony, and my need for release becomes more and more apparent.
“You want to come, don’t you?” he asks breathlessly.
I groan with approval, incapable of speaking.
“Let’s do this right, beautiful,” he says, leaning over me so that his mouth is next to my left ear. His buff chest presses against my back, putting extra strain on the rope and thus the hook. I yelp, as the sensation borders on pain now.
He gives me a kiss on the cheek and reaches below me, grabbing the pink bullet that is still vibrating. During all of this, he never stops fucking me for a moment. His cock works my core with the same brutality, stretching and pleasing my slick center.
“Come,” he hisses. “Now.”
With that, he pushes the vibrating bullet against my clit, and I yelp in misery, sounding as if I was being tortured when in reality it is sheer ecstasy that spreads through my entire being as my climax unfolds. Blissful spasms rack my body in tight, sensual waves. I am flooded with delight, and left blinded with contentment.
My eyes roll back into my head, and I am only conscious long enough to feel him find his release inside of me shortly after.
Chapter 11
LEONARD
Something is wrong.
I squint, trying to realize where I am. Not in my own bed, that’s for sure. And I’m not alone.
Bright daylight is peeking through the narrow slits between the curtains, painting the room with bright, thin lines of sunlight.
It’s morning, early morning, and I’m not where I should be. Liz is sleeping next to me, curled up in my arms and naked, with her collar not attached to the hook. I’m in the wrong place, and she is not restrained the way she should be. Why do I even set rules for myself if I don’t intend to stick to them?
I carefully remove my arm from underneath her and climb out of bed to get dressed and out of here as quickly as possible before she wakes up.
Just as I am buttoning my shirt, I realize that there is something else that is not the way it’s supposed to be.
I hear noise coming from downstairs.
I freeze for a few moments to be sure and listen.
Yes, there it is again. Rummaging, muffled sounds coming from outside the door. I furl my eyebrows and close the last two buttons of my shirt before I carefully open the door and check the hallway.
It’s empty, but I continue to hear sounds from downstairs. Someone or something is moving around down there, not even trying to be quiet while doing so which suggests that it could be an animal. I’ve had a raccoon enter my house through that damn pet door the previous tenant added to the patio door.
Just in case, I decide to be careful and close the door behind me as quietly as possible before I sneak into my office with equal caution. I hurry to my desk and open the small safe that is hidden beneath it, fetching the only gun that has ever been in my possession. I’ve never had to fire it, and I hope that it will remain that way.
I open the door only the slightest bit to check whether the intruder may have made his way upstairs in the meantime, but it doesn’t seem so. I step outside, careful not to make any noise as I walk along the corridor until I reach the staircase.
I lean forward and check the entrance
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