by Harley Wylde
I jolted when his hand slapped my ass.
“Focus, Meg. Get out of your head.”
He pounded into me, but my orgasm stayed just out of reach. When he slid from my body, I cried out in dismay, but he quickly shut off the water and dragged me to our bed, not caring that we were both soaked. Cinder lifted me and set me down in the center of the bed. Before I could even blink he’d shackled one of my wrists to the headboard, then the other. When he opened the bedside table drawer, I knew I was in trouble.
The whir of my favorite toy both excited me and put me on edge. I knew exactly what it meant. He held it up, making sure he had my attention.
“You don’t come until I say you can. What happens if you don’t obey?” he asked.
I licked my lips. “You’ll punish me.”
The second the toy touched my clit it felt like pleasure was zinging through my body. I didn’t even last to the count of twenty before I was coming, screaming out his name. My heart raced as he turned the toy up higher and tormented me some more. If I came before he permitted, then my punishment was to keep coming until he said to stop. He was relentless as the toy pulled one orgasm after another from me. My body trembled, my thighs shook, and I didn’t think I could handle much more.
I bent my legs and dug my heels into the mattress, hoping it would shift the pressure a little, but Cinder wouldn’t allow that to happen. He cupped my ass with his hand and a moment later, he drove into me, his cock filling me up as the toy made me come yet again. He fucked me, hard and ruthless, as he took what he wanted from me. I jerked at the cuffs, wanting to reach for him, to touch him.
Every time he got close to coming, he’d pull out and grip his cock tight. Then he’d slam back inside of me and drive me to the brink of madness. It felt like hours had passed when he finally shut the vibrator off and reached up to uncuff me. I’d thought it meant I’d finally have what I wanted, him taking me until he filled me with his cum, but I was so very wrong.
Cinder withdrew from my body and flipped me over, only to cuff me to the headboard once more. He positioned me so that my knees were under me, my thighs pressed together, and my chest against the mattress. He’d told me before that it made me even tighter and let him slide in deeper. All I knew was that I loved it when he did this. In the past two months, I’d cast away any fears I had in the bedroom and gladly explored things with the man I loved more than anything.
He wasn’t gentle as he fucked me, driving both of us to the brink. He slid a hand between my body and the bed, then pinched down hard on my nipple. I screamed out as my orgasm rushed through me. He pounded into my pussy, the hot jets of his cum filling me up. I felt his cock twitch inside of me, even after he’d stilled. I could hear his ragged breathing and my heart thundering in my chest.
Cinder set me free, then cuddled me against his chest.
“I didn’t take it too far, did I?” he asked.
“No. It was just right.” I smiled faintly. “Every time with you is amazing, and you know it.”
He pressed a kiss to my neck and just held me as I slowly started to drift to sleep. I was all warm, and safe. He always made me feel safe. Even the first time he’d cuffed me to his bed, I’d known that he would make sure nothing ever hurt me. He’d broken my heart when I’d left, but now that I knew how much he loved me, I would never leave his side.
“Love you, Vincent,” I murmured.
“You’re my entire world, Meg, you and our kid.” I felt his hand caress my belly. “Sleep, love. We have the rest of our lives together. You won’t miss anything if you take a nap.”
I smiled and sighed happily as his arm tightened around me. It still baffled me that someone like him could ever love someone like me, but I was so grateful to have Cinder in my life. He was just the right amount of rough and tough, and knew exactly when I needed him to be all soft and loving. Our lives might be far from perfect, but we were perfect together, and that was all I needed.
Harley Wylde
When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place!
An international bestselling author, Harley is the “wilder” side of award-winning scifi/fantasy romance author Jessica Coulter Smith, and writes gay fantasy romance as Dulce Dennison.
Harley Wylde on Changeling: changelingpress.com/harley-wylde-a-196
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Dulce Dennison on Changeling: changelingpress.com/dulce-dennison-a-205