Chapter 003
1358 Words
Kira’s POV
I felt a chill go through me as he stared at me and said, "The only time I get to f**k you is when you are naked."
He approached me, his gaze fixed on mine, and I felt a searing heat build up inside of me. He yanked down my towel and said, "Strip
naked for me," leaving me nude.
His hands moved over my body in whispers, chilling me to the bone.
He carried on, lifting me onto the table, spreading my legs, and slowly approaching my cat with a severe expression that made my spine tingle.
"I swear, if I slide one finger in, I will make you wet and scream for more." My legs opened wide, and I felt my libido rise.
"f**k me," I said in a whisper.
"Strawberry," he whispered, inhaling deeply and giving me a sardonic glare.
When he removed a shackle, I felt as though my body was deceiving me, and I wasn't sure if I was acting appropriately.
With a cunning grin, he declared, "I will be your master, and you will be my slave."
He moved his tongue up from my navel to my neck as he leaned closer.
My body responded to every lick, aching for more. "f**k," I said, lost in pleasure. His tongue felt like nirvana; he was that fantastic.
"It's time," he said with a smile.
"Green indicates slowing down, yellow indicates continuing, and red indicates stopping." As he removed his pants, he said, "Adhere to the rules."
I was so hungry for him that I bit my lip hard when I saw his fully erect member. My gaze followed him as he opened a drawer and left.
"What's that?" My eyes widened in surprise as I asked.
He turned back toward me with something metallic glinting in his hand.
“Cuffs,” he said, his voice dark and amused. “Stainless steel. Cold, like you were pretending to be before you started dripping for me.”
My mouth parted, not in protest, never protest but anticipation. His eyes devoured every inch of my body as he walked back, slow, deliberate.
“Hands behind your back,” he commanded.
I obeyed, wrists pulled together as he snapped the cuffs on with a clean click that sent a wave of electricity through my spine. The cold metal against my heated skin made me shiver.
He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “You look better like this. Restrained. Helpless. But desperate.”
I whimpered softly as his hand brushed between my legs. Just a tease. He didn't push in yet. Just enough pressure to make me grind against his palm.
“You’re already soaked,” he growled, sliding a finger along my slit, coating it in slickness. He brought it to his lips, sucking it clean, eyes locked on mine. “And I’ve barely touched you.”
His mouth descended again, but not where I expected. He kissed down my chest, slow and hot, his tongue circling one n****e, then biting it. Not enough to hurt just enough to make me cry out.
“Color?” he asked, breathing against my skin.
“Green,” I panted.
“Good girl.”
He moved lower. My legs opened automatically, without thinking. I was ready. No I was f*****g desperate.
Then he blew softly on my p***y. The cool air against my wetness made me whimper.
He smirked, wicked and confident. “Patience.”
His tongue met me suddenly, dragging upward from my entrance to my c**t in one long, slow motion that made my toes curl.
“f**k!” I gasped, head rolling back.
He didn’t stop. His tongue flicked over my c**t, again and again, sending shockwaves through my whole body. His grip tightened on my thighs, pinning me down as if he already knew I’d be bucking against him.
“You taste like strawberries and sin,” he said with a growl before diving back in.
I moaned, loud and unashamed. My hips tried to grind on his face, but with my hands cuffed and legs spread wide, I was at his mercy.
He slid one finger in slowly, curling it just right. My body clenched around it immediately.
“God, yes,” I cried, unable to hold back.
His tongue worked my c**t while his finger pumped in and out, another slipping in beside it, stretching me.
“Such a tight little hole,” he murmured. “So needy. You want to c*m already?”
“Please,” I gasped. “Please let me.”
“Not yet,” he said sharply, pulling away entirely.
I whimpered, trembling, the sudden loss of contact making me ache.
He stood up, his c**k thick, flushed, and ready.
“You’re going to beg for this c**k,” he said, slowly stroking himself while standing between my legs.
“I already am,” I whispered hoarsely.
He slapped the head of his c**k against my c**t, teasing me, then trailed it down my slit, pressing just slightly at the entrance.
“Color?”
“Green. f*****g green,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Good,” he said and slammed into me in one hard, brutal thrust.
I screamed.
But not in pain.
Pure. Overwhelming. Pleasure.
He filled me to the hilt, not giving me time to adjust before pulling back and slamming in again.
I was dripping, clenching, gasping his hands gripping my hips as he f****d me like he owned me.
Because at that moment, he did.
Each thrust pounded deeper, faster, the table creaking beneath us, my body responding to every movement.
“You’re mine,” he growled. “This p***y? Mine.”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Yours. All f*****g yours.”
He reached around and grabbed my cuffed wrists, using them like a handle as he pulled me onto him with every thrust.
My body was on fire.
His c**k hit that perfect spot inside me over and over, and I could feel the orgasm building, burning hotter with every second.
“c*m for me, slave,” he snarled in my ear. “c*m while I break you open.”
And I did.
I was shattered.
My orgasm ripped through me like lightning, my body convulsing, crying out as he f****d me through it. My vision blurred, my breath caught.
But he didn’t stop.
He wanted to wreck me.
He did.
He flipped me over onto my stomach, still cuffed, and entered me from behind, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back.
“You like being f****d like this?” he hissed into my ear. “Like a filthy little toy?”
“f**k yes!” I cried.
He pounded into me harder, one hand spanking my ass so loud it echoed in the room.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“I’m your filthy little toy!”
“Louder.”
“I’m your filthy little toy, Daddy!”
He groaned, hips slamming into me faster. I could feel the swell of him, the way his c**k throbbed inside me.
“You want me to c*m inside you?”
“Yes!”
“You want to be filled up? Bred like a good little slut?”
“Please! Fill me in! Fill me, Daddy!”
With a deep growl, he thrust hard one last time and came, his hot release spilling inside me, thick and deep. I could feel it coating my insides, dripping down my thighs as he stayed inside me, grinding slowly.
We both panted, tangled in each other, sweat and heat and raw satisfaction hanging heavy in the air.
He finally pulled out, gently, helping me sit up.
He kissed me. Soft. Gentle. The opposite of everything he just did to me.
“You did good,” he whispered, unlocking the cuffs and rubbing my wrists where the metal left marks. “You’re more than a toy. But goddamn, you play the role perfectly.”
I smirked, biting my lip. “Don’t think I’m done yet.”
He raised a brow, c**k twitching with interest.
“Oh? Still hungry?”
“Starving.”
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