No Limits

by Knox, Elizabeth

  I stared at this man’s powerful frame and I faltered for a moment. I was about to put my trust in the hands of this stranger. I was definitely a glutton for severe punishment.

  We came to a door in the far back hallway. Micah had brought me to these rooms before, but I’d never actually seen what goes on in them. The sounds that came from within them startled me. They were sounds of pleasure mixed with pain, secrets that unfolded between two people, or three. He froze before me, his shoulders slumped over, his head hanging low as he let go of my hand. I stood there, not really knowing what to do. He was contemplating, I could sense his hesitation. Something was bothering him.

  “I-is everything okay?”

  He whipped around, grabbing my arms and holding me there. His force surprised me, and instinctively I took a step back. But he didn’t let me go, he simply dragged me towards him.

  “I won’t hurt you,” hearing the anguish in his voice only made my uncertainty heighten.

  “Do you understand me? I won’t hurt you.”

  My eyes met his and I suddenly missed his hand in mine. I wanted to trust him, I just didn’t know how. “I’ve heard that before. The last man who said that to me nearly left me for dead on the kitchen floor.”

  He gripped me tighter and I winced, my response was to expect for him to harm me. “I know.”

  Those two simple words made me freeze.

  He knew?

  How could he possibly know?

  My eyes flew open and I realized that he’d come here for me. That he had known who I was from the start. Is this how it was going to end. In the hallway of a BDSM club. At the mercy of a murder.

  Before I could run, he swept me up into his arms and swung me into the room. Slamming the door shut, he turned us, pressing me against it, his body caging me in. His hand covered my mouth before I could let out the scream that had built inside of me. This was it, this was how it ended.

  I struggled against him, clawing at his leather jacket as I fought to get out of his grip.

  “Goddammit!” He growled and stepped in closer, grabbing my fists and slamming them up against the door. One hand gripped my wrists tightly, the other covered my mouth. His large framed consuming mine as I shook in rage and fear.

  How could I have been so careless? How could I have not figured that he’d been following me? I was so stupid! He was constantly hanging around, always watching, he was waiting. Waiting for the right moment to get me alone, to kill me, or to bring me back. I couldn’t go back. I wasn’t going down without a fight.

  “Hold. Still.” He grunted as I tried to knee him in the groin. Instead, the movement allowed him room to shove his thigh between my legs, forcing me to lose my footage. His grip tightened on me and I froze as his forehead dropped to mine.

  “I knew this was going to be a bad idea,” he murmured to himself.

  Fear racked my body and all I could do was stare into the eyes of my dark future.

  Chapter Five

  Eric

  I didn’t mean to scare her. It was the last thing I wanted to do. But if I wanted her to trust me, I needed to tell her the truth. I meant to reassure her, to show her that that if there was anyone in this world who could protect her, it was me. I just needed to figure out a way for her to understand that.

  “Please. Hold, still,” I hissed the words against the back of my hand as I held it over her mouth.

  She struggled against me and by God did I enjoy that. I’d been lying in bed, night after night, imagining what it would be like to have her in my arms. To have her squirming in need as I tortured her sweet pussy with my mouth. I wanted to know what her moans tasted like, what a whimper of my name would entice as I slid into her.

  Having her struggle against me, the feel of her breasts smashed up against my chest, her soft breaths tickling my hand, it all felt so real, so fucking perfect.

  “Keep still, baby girl. I don’t want you to harm yourself.”

  Her eyes suddenly met mine and the world stopped. I felt her body meld into mine as I held her up in my arms. If only this could have been different. If only I could have met her first. I could feel her ragged breath along my lips, the fear in her eyes was undeniable. Yet the trace of need was unmistakable. A reflection of my own.

  Gently, I slid my hand away, my fingertips lingering on her soft lips. Her breaths came out shaky, but she didn’t scream. Her lips held me hypnotized as I traced their kissable curves.

  “H-how?” she whispered gaining back my attention.

  “How what?”

  “How did you find me?” Her hushed tone holding that secret.

  “I have my ways,” I murmured, my thumb brushing against her bottom lip.

  I traced her jaw and cupped her cheek, her eyelids fluttering shut as she licked her lips. I wanted to kiss her so badly.

  “Do it.”

  “Do what, baby girl?”

  Tears glided down her cheeks, dampening the palm of my hand. “Kill me.”

  “What?” I leaned back, cupping both her cheeks. “What are you talking about?”

  Her eyes, shining with tears, met mine. “I’d rather be dead than be dragged back to him.”

  “Is that what you think I’m here for?” I let her go and took a step back, but she didn’t run. She simply leaned back, seemingly exhausted, clinging to the door behind her for support.

  “Aren’t you? Didn’t you come here for that? Isn’t that what you were hired for? Kill me. Do it. Bury me out back. That way he’ll never find me, and I’ll finally escape.”

  She took a step toward me and gripped the lapels of my jacket. “I’ll pay you double what he’s paying you.”

  I took in her broken features and realized I needed to protect her not just from the man who had stolen her life, but also from herself. I pulled her into me, holding her close as she began to sob.

  “There is absolutely no way in hell, I’d ever harm you. Let alone kill you.”

  “Please,” she sobbed against me and my heart broke for her. My sweet girl with the golden hair and light eyes. She was going to be my greatest feat or my greatest downfall.

  “I can’t do that, baby girl. That’s not going to happen.” I gripped her arms and leaned back so I could look down at her.

  “Why are you here then? Did you come to torture me?” She hiccupped, brushing her tears away.

  I smirked. “Torture. Yes. I came to torture us both.”

  I swiped her tears away and her large glimmering eyes looked up at me. “What do you want?”

  “You,” I stated simply.

  “Me?”

  “Yes. I came here searching for you, but what I found was something I can’t really put in to words. All I can tell you is that I didn’t come to take you away. And I stayed, so I can make you mine.”

  “Yours?” She shook her head, taking a step back. I latched on to her arms, afraid she was going to run.

  She looked up at me like a frightened fawn. “I don’t know you.”

  “You will.”

  “How am I supposed to trust you?”

  “Trust is built.”

  She stared back at me and I gave out a deep sigh. “Just give me a chance.”

  She bit down on her sumptuous lip and I couldn’t help myself. Leaning down I took her mouth in mine. She froze, her hands splayed out against my chest. Our lips met, and I slowly coerced hers to open for me. She fought me, and I couldn’t deny the fact that I enjoyed that fight.

  Grabbing her by the waist, I dragged her up against me, molding my lips to hers and forcing her mouth to comply. She whimpered and struggled in my grasp. Her hands fisted in my shirt as she tried to pull away, but it was no use, and she knew it.

  I gripped her head, sucking on her bottom lip as whimpers escaped her and got lost within my guttural moan. She struggled against me, slamming her fists on my chest and I grabbed at them, forcing them behind her. I looked down and my cock nearly exploded at the sight of her cleavage being pushed out against her black tank top. Leaning
forward, I couldn’t help myself. Licking a path from the top of one slight curve and along the other I realized there was no stopping the beast in me tonight.

  “Please.” I looked up at her as my tongue dipped along the hollow of her cleavage and she bit her lip and held her breath.

  “You can either play nice, or play hard to get, either way your mine tonight.”

  “You can’t.”

  “Watch me,” I lifted her into my arms and dropped her onto the mattress. She tried to get away, but gripping her ankles I slid her down, spreading her legs wide open for me. She sat and slapped me, and I smiled, loving the fire that burned within her.

  “That’s it, baby girl. Hit me, kick me, punch me, but tonight I want you to scream for me.”

  I slid my hands up her thighs, lifting her black plaid skirt as I went. She thrashed on the bed, her hips lifting and giving me the advantage of ripping off her blue cotton panties. I inhaled sharply at the sight of her pussy and watched as it undulated before me. A glimmer of sweetness coating her lips and I grinned. The dirty girl was aroused.

  I gripped her by the hair and lifted her to meet me head on. Her ragged breaths lingered on my mouth and I couldn’t help but drag my tongue along her upper lip. Tasting her again.

  “You followed me because you wanted a taste. Now, you’re going to deny me?”

  “I don’t want it like this,” her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her body rippled with anger.

  “Then how? Show me.”

  I let her hair go and fell over her, my arms and body caging her onto the mattress. I could tell she was confused, uncertain.

  “I-I don’t know what I want,” she confessed.

  “Hmmm…does your pussy ache?”

  She bit her lip and after a long pause, she nodded.

  “Do you want me?”

  “I don’t know.”

  I caressed her cheek and her eyelids fluttered shut again. “I like when you fight me. It turns me on.”

  “Oh?” She whimpered looking up at me. Her eyes were going to get me killed.

  “Fight me.”

  “What?”

  “Fight me. Kick me. Claw at me. I want you to hurt me.”

  “I-I can’t do that.”

  I shook off my jacket and tore off my shirt. Grabbing at her tank top, I tore it open exposing her small breasts.

  “Yes, you can,” I growled as I took one the small buds into my mouth. I completely sucked it into my mouth until she yelped and gripped my hair.

  “More,” I growled as I nipped at her other breast, gliding my teeth across her hard nipple.

  She arched her back, her nails digging into my scalp. I reached between her legs and slid my fingers along her silky mound. She was already drenched, and I’d only just begun.

  Chapter Six

  Aracely

  God, he was beautiful. His muscled chest was covered in a haze of dark hair. A bullet wound outlined his shoulder, a scar ran down his side. The trail of hair ran down his torso, leading me to what I craved for. His mouth on my breasts were brutal. He wasn’t easy on me, he was eager to show me just how much he wanted me. I never had a man devour me before, I could only assume this was what it felt like, I had nothing to compare these feelings to. A sense of euphoria like no other.

  He wanted me to fight him, but how could I, when all I wanted was to give in. He bit down on my breast and my fingernails dug into his hair. He grunted and shifted so that my thighs were propped open. My breath hitched at the feel of his strong fingers sliding through my wet folds. My hips lifted as I ran my hands along his back. His mouth at my neck, sucking and biting down on me just as his fingers entered me.

  “If you won’t fight me, sweetheart. Then I’m going to take you any way I want to. And I’m going to fuck you until you realize you only belong to me.”

  His words ignited something poignant inside of me. My body lifted, and a surge of emotions drifted over me. Tears slid down my cheeks, yet I felt euphoric. He slid down my body, his hands yanking my thighs open, and his breath was hot against my core.

  I reached down in anguish, trying to shove him away, but he gripped my wrists and coming back up, he slammed them up above me. I struggled against him, but then froze as I remembered that’s what he wanted, and I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction, no matter how good he felt.

  Reaching up over me he dragged a chained cuff down, wrapping it around my wrist and making sure I was secured. I stared at the leather cuff and when I reached over to untie myself grabbed my other wrist forcing it up and securing it with the other leather cuff. He leaned back and pulled on the levy that was tied to the top of the bedframe. Slowly I lifted, until I was kneeling before him, my hands chained up, and I was now bound to the bed at his mercy.

  He breathed heavily as he stared at me. His hand unzipping his pants and he stripped before me, gripping his long heavy cock, slowly stroking himself to me and God help me, the sight of him touching himself to me made my cunt spasm. He reached up and slid his hands down my body, squeezing my breasts, and pinching the tips between his thumb and forefinger. I thrashed to the side, but he simply smirked as he continued his path downward. I tried closing my thighs, but he yanked them apart, so that my knees were sprawled open as I knelt there. His hands slid down further, his fingernails dragging across my inner thighs as he looked up at me.

  “Watch me,” he growled.

  And I couldn’t help but watch as he positioned himself in between my thighs. My eyes raked down his body as his cock stood massive and at attention while he lay on his back, his head between my thighs. I looked down and I cried out as he dragged his tongue along my wet core. My lips parting as a sultry moan escaped my mouth. He groaned and lapped at my opening, taking his time to savor me. My hips rocked up against his mouth as waves of pleasure coursed through me. Gripping the chains, I let my legs dangle open, hanging above his broad shoulders as he had me for a meal. I looked up at the ceiling and wondered how the fuck I was gonna get out of this. There was no escaping this stranger, he was the most alluring man I’d ever met. And he was making me feel things, I could never have imagined.

  I cried out as his tongue curled around my clit, the sound of sucking making my pussy pulse in his mouth. He was so dirty as he told me how good I tasted, how good my pussy was going to feel around his cock, how he couldn’t wait to claim me.

  My hips rotated with each word, working themselves along his chin and mouth. He only sucked harder, licked faster, and groaned even louder. His cock jumping before my eyes as cream filled the slit and slid deliciously out, running in hot little streams down his girth. I had this sudden urge to lick at him, to taste him. Involuntarily, I leaned forward, but the chains didn’t allow me to reach him. That thought, the sight of his cock, and his fingers playing at my entrance, in and out in a hypnotic dance as he found that sweet spot, that was my undoing, what made me scream his name as I came for him.

  His tongue slowly slid against me, running down one lip and up the other. I gasped as pleasure-filled shock ran across my body and made me tremble. The chains rattled as I spasmed and I gasped for breath as the clinking sound filled the room.

  “Good girl,” he growled, and I felt his breath against my lips.

  My eyes fluttered open to watch as his cock slid against me. My breath hitched at the soft velvety feel of him, humping at me, tapping the head of his cock against my sensitive clit.

  “We’ll go slow this time, baby girl. I want to show you what it means to be fucked properly. And as time goes by, you’ll slowly submit to me. Do you understand?”

  I watched him beneath a hooded gaze and nodded.

  “I need to hear you say it.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He growled and gripped me by my legs, propping me onto his lap and aligning his cock at my entrance he pulled me onto him, the chains shook, and the bed jolted as he slammed his length into me. I cried out and tried to turn away, but he trapped my hips back onto his lap, holding me to him, his cock thr
obbing inside of me. I tried squirming away, he was thicker than Shane, longer. His massive size stretched me wide and took my breath away.

  I tried lifting, my hips elevating, his cock pulling out, only to be slammed down on it again, harder, deeper. He only groaned, his hips molding to mine in a seductive dance. Round and round he went, my pussy full and aching. I arched my back from his intrusion, but he didn’t pull back, he simply ground against me, allowing me to feel him. My body responded to his as that ache became a sweet throb, and my pussy hummed in excitement.

  “More,” I breathed.

  His fingers gripped my flesh and I knew I would be bruised tomorrow. He lifted me slightly, sliding himself out only to thrust back into me. I yelped from the impact, but the hurt was so good I could barely breathe.

  He fucked me hard and fast, molding my slick pussy to his cock. I couldn’t help from crying out, from enjoying his forced invasion. His hands came up to my breasts, torturing them as he used me, gripping my hips, and guiding up and down as I cried out. My knees falling and lifting on their own now, as I took on his rhythm.

  “Fuck me, baby. Just like that. This dick belongs to you,” he grunted in my ear and his dirty talk pushed me to fuck him. To give into what he wanted.

  “Fuck, yes,” he growled as I gripped the chains and started to rock on him in long drawn out strokes. Squeezing my pussy around him as I lifted and slammed back down.

  He bit down on my neck and my knees gave out on me. He reached above me and as he teased my neck with his tongue, he unclasped my wrists and my hands flew down around his neck. He tipped me back onto the mattress, my legs wrapping around him as he thrust into me, hard and deep. His heavy balls slapping my ass from the force.