Forbidden Desires: A DARK ROMANCE NOVEL

Chapter 4

"What do you mean?" She gasps, already turning wet at the thought of him doing nasty things to her.

Mickey smirks and doesn't respond. He gently lifts her up the floor and places her on the bed.

"What I mean is," he leans closer to her ears. "I'm going to make you scream your lungs out."

Mickey doesn't give her a chance to respond, he kisses her hard and presses her deeper into the mattress before pulling away just long enough to grab a couple of ties from the dresser.

He wraps a tie around each wrist and attach them to the headboard. Not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to make sure that she knows that she’s not going anywhere.

"Don’t bother holding back with the screaming. I doubt the neighbors will mind." He winks then grabs condoms from a drawer and drop his jeans to the floor. He has plans for this girl, and his first plan is to make her scream just like he promised. Tossing the condoms onto the bed beside her, he grabs her thighs and pull them apart. "What are you doing?" she gasps as her pulls her panties down her thighs.

"Whatever the f**k I want," he tells her before he licks into her. Ziana's pússy is soaking wet, rich and sweet and drenched with that perfect flavor.

Holy s**t!

He has never been shy about eating p***y—he loves it and the sounds that go along with it, but this little one takes the f*****g cake. Hell, she practically tastes like cake. She moans, and all the blood in his body floods to his díck. Even with her hands tied, she’s squirming so much under his mouth and tongue that he has to hold her down.

Using his tongue, he ravages her clít. Circles and figure eights before dragging it down and f*****g her with it. She goes even more liquid, her body utterly melting under his mouth.

Mmm, I love the way she tastes.

Ziana is pulling against the ties on her hands, and he wonders if they were free if she’d be running her fingers through his hair. He might like that.

Bringing up his tongue to her clít again, he works underneath it in smooth, even strokes until she’s gasping. Writhing. Moaning. Begging. And he gives it to her. He pushes her over the edge until she’s shaking, coming all over his mouth and he drinks her down.

And then he does it again.

He pushes her into a second orgasm so that she’s moaning louder. Not screaming yet, but they'll get there, and he loves feeling her shake underneath him.

"Mystery man," she says, yelling into the room as he drives her over the edge a second time.

"I told you I will make you scream."

She sighs, body relaxing. " I’m not a screamer."

"Not yet," He smirks up her body.

He makes note of her eye roll. He'll have to punish her for that later, if he has the time. Delicious punishment that will be far more fun for him than it will be for her.

"Time for your first lesson," he says, shoving his boxers off. He crawls up her body until he's straddling her chest, his cóck practically resting against her lips.

Ziana’s eyes are glazed with lust, and the way she’s tied underneath him has him even more turned on. There is just something about a woman submitting in bed. He can’t stop now. Not when he's so close.

"Lesson?" She cócks her head to the side.

"In how to suck my c**k like the good girl you’re going to be," he says. "Now open."

She does, and he feeds himself to her. Inch by inch until he can feel the back of her mouth. "First lesson is that you’re going to have to practice," he says. "I want you to be able to take all of me. No. I expect you to learn to take all of me. So we’ll be practicing. Understand?"

"This is just a one time thing," she murmurs with a roll of her eyes.

Mickey smirks and forces his cóck down her throat, causing her to gag badly.

"Understand?" He repeats.

She nods, and with her mouth stretched to the limit around his shaft she looks so fücking hot he can’t actually comprehend it. He pulls back take his cóck out of her mouth, replacing it with his balls. "Suck them."

He closes his eyes and revel in the feeling of her soft, warm mouth wrapped around him.

God, it feels so good.

"Lesson two," he says. "My balls like to be warm, and it’s your job to do it when I ask. Though if you do it without asking, I’ll be very happy."

He replaces them with his c**k again, and her eyes flutter closed. "I think you like my c**k in your mouth, peaches."

She just confirms by sucking harder. "Let’s practice a little more before I make you scream."

If someone had told Ziana a few hours ago that she'd be tied to a bed, full of orgasmic bliss, being taught how to pleasure the man she'd given herself to, She would have told anyone that they were crazy.

But here she is, and everything about her is drenched in pleasure. And he’s pressing further into her mouth. Oh God, she is so full of him now the way she wants to be full of him below.

Deeper and deeper her presses in, and she holds it. She holds it longer than she thought possible. Until she can’t breathe. Looking up at him, she barely cares. The stranger naked is a glory that she can’t believe that she gets to witness. Cut muscles and smooth skin everywhere. Dark eyes awash with animal lust and that utter confidence that somehow manages to undo her completely. She made the right choice on asking him of all the men in the bar to fúck her. She's definitely not going to regret it, that's for sure.

When he pulls back, she's gasping, almost more turned on than when he made her come. Her pússy is soaked again, and she doesn't have any doubt that she'll be leaving a wet spot on the sheets.

She wants to reach for him. Run her fingers along his skin and explore him, but her hands are bound and another burst of white heat flares through her. Mickey smirks down at her. "I think you’re ready."

"I’ve been ready," she says.

He slides a condom onto his cóck, and then he’s moving her again. Huge, strong hands grip her thighs and press them up and open. Until she's nearly folded in half and the entrance to her pússy is on perfect display for him.

"You’re so wet that you’re glistening," he says, dragging his tongue across her in one lick. "I love the way you taste."

Just the fact that he said that has her flushing with utter embarrassment, but she still loves it. Still can’t believe that she's doing this. Still impossibly happy that she is.

Mickey fits his c**k against her entrance and eases in. Just like with her mouth, he’s easily the biggest she's ever had inside her p***y, and she groans from the stretch. It feels fücking amazing, but she has no idea how he’s actually going to fit inside he. And she doesn't even realize that she said that out loud until he answers.

"Oh, I’ll fit, peaches. If I have to wait for you to relax after every inch, I will, but I am going to be balls deep inside your pússy."

As soon as he says it, he slides in another inch because of the burst of wetness that those words create. He’s so long that it feels like he’s in her a mile and he’s still pushing in. She's almost too full. It doesn’t hurt—it aches in that way that’s good and bad at once, and she squeezes down on him which makes him curse.

"Do that again." He groans.

She does, and he thrusts a little deeper. And deeper still, until she feels it. He’s buried to the hilt, all the way inside, and she can’t breathe. The air in her lungs feels impossibly short, and it has everything to do with the fact that she's impaled by the stranger’s massive cóck. She can’t move, pinned by him and her arms bound. All she can do is feel and surrender to it.

Because she's his. At that moment in time, she's all his.

The words seem like a perfect rhythm to match her pounding heart.

She's his. She's his. She's his.

Mickey is perfectly still, holding himself deep inside her, and as he stays there, she gets used to him. Suddenly it feels right and perfect to have him there and she wants more movement and even deeper penetration.

But he doesn’t move, still.

He kisses her. Softly at first and then harder. He rocks his hips in time with his tongue, building the momentum and the pleasure. It spins inside her and grows, because that’s all her body can do. She's in complete overload. Every nerve is firing, trying to handle everything he’s making her feel. And he’s barely started. She has a feeling that she's going to be completely and thoroughly fúcked by the time that this is over.

Harder, he moves, slowly pulling back and pushing in, gaining speed and power until he’s slamming into her and not holding back. She's lit up from the inside with fireworks, and she's so close to it that she might give him what he wants and actually scream when he stops completely.

She doesn't know how he did it, but he did. She has never thought a man could just…stop like that. He’s still buried in her, balls snug against her ass and the head of his c**k so deep even the smallest movement makes her shiver in pleasure.

"What did I say your job was as my little one?" he asks.

The words are deceptively soft. Like velvet. She has to get the question right. She knows it.

“I do what you tell me,” she says. "When you tell me to do it."

"Or in some cases," he says, thrusting once, " what I tell you not to do."

"No…" she says, suddenly putting the pieces together.

Mickey’s slow smile has her toes curling and her stomach dropping all at once. "Yes. You’re mine, peaches, and that means your pleasure is mine too. You’re not going to come unless I give you permission to do so."

"That’s not fair," she whines.

"I think it’s completely fair," he says, grinning. He is enjoying it.

She moans when he moves his hips. "That’s because you’re on the good end."

"Can’t argue with that," he laughs. "You can ask me, but you need to be prepared to hear the word no. Because asking doesn’t mean I’ll say yes. I’ll say yes if I think that you deserve it."

Fuck. I hate that I think this is so hot. And I hate that he knows it too, because I’m suddenly drenched, my n*****s achingly hard. And the way his smile turns sharp, there’s no chance that he misses it.

He starts fücking her again, and it feels like just because he told her that she couldn’t, suddenly she's on the edge of orgasm and about to blow over. Gosh! She could just let go. But she doesn't. She holds on like her life depends on it.

"Please," she moan, voice jagged from the force of his thrusting. "Please let me come."

"This time," he says. "Yes."

She falls into fire and pleasure and a storm of everything. A shout comes out of her like she has never heard before, unleashed from a place deep inside her. She has never come so many times so close together and it unleashed something in her. Something bright and brilliant and loud. Maybe the stranger will turn her into a screamer after all.

He groans, pushing harder and faster until he pushes one last time, holding himself deep. His cóck jerks inside her as he comes, every muscle taught as he’s stretched above her. He looks so good, lost in his own pleasure before he release her legs and eases down onto her. They're still connected, and Mickey kisses her.

It feels like a drug that she can’t get enough of. She could get lost in his kisses forever. When he pulls back they're both panting. "How did I do?" She asks.

He grins. "On what?"

"The lessons."

Mickey chuckles and kisses her again. "You did really well, peaches."

"Good. And don't call me that."

Slowly, he extracts himself from her and grabs the water by the night stand. "I'll call you whatever I want, peaches and also, one always need to hydrate after sessions like that."

She laughs then scowls. "Fúck you."

"And this is what I get for giving you a good fúck and making you forget about your ex." He groans and rolls over to the other side. A few seconds later, he's fast asleep.

After making sure he's deep in sleep, Ziana dresses up and sneaks out of the room and the hotel without a backward glance.