by Taylor Brent
Last night, I had taken a long bath and thanked the gods above for waterproof vibrators, but it was nothing compared to feeling his powerful body take me. It was looking like tonight would be a repeat performance. I felt pathetic.
My mind was not focused on my surroundings as I walked up to my stoop, my heels clicking against the concrete. It wasn’t until I inserted my key into the deadbolt that I realized something was off. There was no resistance as I turned the key, almost as if the lock wasn’t engaged at all.
“What the…” I trailed off as I grasped the doorknob and pushed. It opened, despite the fact that I hadn’t disengaged the doorknob lock yet. Ignoring the feeling of horror movie dread that settled in my stomach, I stepped cautiously into the house.
Did I leave the door unlocked?
It was unlikely, but probably the best-case scenario.
“Hello,” I called out, lingering in the doorway.
My apartment was small, so I could see most of it from here. My kitchen was straight ahead and, beyond that, the living room. They looked normal, but there was a flicker of light coming from the direction of the bedroom. Was that firelight?
Curiosity got the best of me and I walked slowly into the apartment, phone in hand, just in case. As I walked through the kitchen, I could see that the bedroom door was cracked. The creak of a floorboard came from the bedroom, freezing me in place. I held my breath as the door moved, opening further achingly slow.
I saw a dark silhouette and fear trickled down my spine. Then, Liam stepped forward into the light. My heart stuttered.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice full of relief.
“Did you really think this was over?” he asked with a sinful grin. “I told you, I make the rules. And I’m not nearly done with you yet.”
Arousal slammed into me, propelling me forward without conscious thought. Anticipation danced along my spine and I bit my lip.
He was shirtless, wearing jeans that hugged his hips and showcased the thick muscles of his thighs. My eyes absorbed the sight of his bare chest, the dips and curves of hard muscle. The candlelight danced across his flesh, seeming to caress him.
“How did you get in here?” I had to ask. Crossing his arms over his chest, making his biceps bulge, he shot me his normal arrogant smirk.
“I have my ways. You’ll learn that I always get what I want.”
“And what is it you want?” I asked, coming to a stop in the doorway to my bedroom, leaving a little distance between us.
“I want to hear you scream my name,” he growled, wasting no time to pull me against him. “Even if it takes all night.”
I felt all the muscles in the lower half of my body clench, hungry and eager. I looked over to the bed and felt weak when I saw that he had tied scarves to the bed frame.
“You want to tie me up?” I asked, uncertain. Liam looked at me intensely, our faces inches apart.
“Trust me,” he said softly, his eyes blazing.
I pulled him into a fiery kiss, showing him that he had my trust without words. It was a matter of minutes before he had stripped me bare and wrapped the ties around my wrists. My body trembled as I lay spread-eagle on the bed, watching him unbuckle his pants slowly. The sight caused a yearning to fill me and I squirmed.
“Stay here,” he smirked and walked out of the room.
“Liam…” I groaned, unable to form a coherent request.
I listened to him pad down the hallway to the front door and shut it. Faintly, I heard the deadbolt fall into place and his footsteps coming back toward me. I quivered with the anticipation, waiting to see what would happen.
Sauntering back into the room slowly, he stopped and took a moment to gaze at my spread-eagle form; helpless and keening with desire.
He shoved his jeans and underwear down his legs, exposing his swollen member to my eyes. I licked my lips and he responded with a strangled sound.
Approaching the edge of the bed, Liam crawled up between my legs, pressing soft kisses along the insides of my calves, my knees, my thighs.
When he reached my core, he licked up the center of me, flicking his tongue as it glided over my sensitive clit. He maintained eye contact the whole time, watching as I gasped and shuddered. Then, he wrapped his arms around my thighs and gripped tightly as he buried his face between my legs.
He was smart to hold onto me like that, because the sensation of his wet tongue penetrating me caused my entire body to jolt violently. Liam snarled against my wet folds as he devoured me, the sound sending raw waves of pleasure shooting through my pussy and radiating out all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes.
Being unable to move my arms was sweet torture, making me feel vulnerable and frustrated at the same time. I groaned as I pulled at the bindings, but they didn’t budge. Liam shifted his ministrations to my clit as he pushed a finger into me. His tongue circled the bud and my legs tightened around his head. I could feel my pleasure mounting, pushing me further and further to the sweet relief of an orgasm.
I chanted his name over and over again, my strained voice the only sound in the room. The sound seemed to spur him on, as he moved even faster, the frenzied nature of his actions making the act even more primal. Reaching around with one hand to grip my ass, Liam squeezed the cheeks hard, causing a shock of pain that sent me tumbling over the edge, screaming out in utter pleasure as I fell to pieces. Liam continued to lick and probe my slit through it all, capturing my release on his tongue.
I had barely caught my breath when Liam lifted himself from between my legs and captured one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking gently before biting down just hard enough to make me cry out. My back arched as the sting of my nipple contrasted with the lingering pleasure of my climax.
Liam gripped his hard cock and guided it to my entrance, pushing himself inside as he captured my lips in a kiss. I was wet from my orgasm and his tongue, and he sank into me to the hilt. Wasting no time, he proceeded to pound me into the mattress. It was feral, and my headboard bounced against the wall, thumping loudly. I used my hips to meet his thrusts, taking everything he had to give and ready for more. Liam reached up and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling it as he took me with fire in his eyes.
“You’re mine, Scarlett. Do you hear me? This body, this sweet pussy, it’s all mine,” Liam said gutturally.
My second orgasm came upon me so quickly that I had little time to prepare before it was exploding, making my muscles tense and my hips lock in place. He kept up his punishing rhythm through my shuddering cries, driving me straight to heaven. Then, as I came back to Earth, he started to grunt and moan. I watched him come, my eyes glued to his handsome face as it twisted with ecstasy. I could feel his cock throbbing within me as his rippling muscles tensed.
This coupling was the purest and most animalistic I’d ever known. As I watched him, this strong, strikingly attractive man, a feeling of belonging washed over me. He was right, I was his.
How could I have ever thought this was wrong?
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