Rewritten (The Bound Series Book 7)

by Bronwyn Green

  “Do you want to hear me beg? I can do that.” She sat up straighter, thrusting her tits out at him, not waiting for him to respond. “Please, Angus—Sir, please let me suck your cock. I need you to fuck my face. I need you. I need you to come in my mouth. Please, Sir, I need to feel—”

  He couldn’t take it. The nervous trembling in his gut. The desperation that bordered on mindlessness. Her needy begging. He shoved back inside her on a groan, cutting off her words, but it was clear she didn’t care. No, it was more than that. She fucking reveled in it.

  Gripping her head, he shunted his cock in and out of her mouth, giving her exactly what she wanted—what she’d begged for. The wet heat and the little noises she made—not to mention the sight of her beautiful body straining toward him—had him ready to blow. It was faster and more intense than it had been when he’d still been discovering sex. He took a step back and attempted to pull free, but she followed him, trying to swallow him down.

  “Eliza, enough.”

  Her lust-drunk eyes opened, but she refused to let up.

  “Eliza.”

  She stopped then, frozen by the command in his voice. And he was honest enough with himself to admit that there was some slight disappointment there. But she bowed her head, and he remembered what she’d said about enjoying the knowledge that she pleased him.

  “Good lass,” he murmured as he stepped around her and sat in the chair, facing her back. He didn’t miss the way her body seemed to relax into his praise.

  He tugged off the hair tie she had round her wrist and scraped her hair back from her face, clubbing it into a rough braid, then securing it with the elastic. He needed to be able to see her face. Partially to monitor her reactions and partially just because he needed to see her. Needed to have that connection with her.

  He trailed a fingertip down her spine. “Stand up.”

  She stumbled slightly as she rose then started to turn.

  “I didn’t tell you to turn around.”

  She froze and remained facing the doorway.

  Unable to stop himself, he leaned forward and tongued the little dimple above her each of her cheeks then reached down and picked up a pair of wide leather cuffs. He dragged the leather up the outside of her thigh, letting her feel what was coming.

  A shiver worked through her body, but other than that, she remained still. Waiting. He buckled each cuff around her wrist then hooked them together behind her back. She shifted her shoulders, testing the restraints. They were soft and supple, but there was no way she was getting out of them unless he released her.

  The sweet scent of her arousal grew stronger, and he knew if he checked, her cunt would be hot and slippery. He pushed aside the urge and focused on preparing her. He grabbed the second pair of cuffs and fastened them around each of her ankles.

  Standing, he let his still damp cock brush over her bottom. The motion elicited a small wriggle and moan from her that made his dick throb. He guided her to the foot end of the bed, splayed his palm in the center of her back and shoved. She landed with a squeal, arse in the air.

  He moved behind her and ran his hands over her cheeks, dipping his fingers between her thighs, pleased to find them wet with her juices.

  “Spread your legs,” he ordered.

  She complied, but it wasn’t quite far enough.

  “More.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Eliza inched her feet farther apart, and Angus knelt behind her, hooking her ankle cuffs to some kind of binding attached to the legs of his bed. He stood, skimming his palms over her quivering flesh. And she was quivering. Excitement. Anticipation. Arousal. And maybe a little fear—they all mixed together until she was a shivering, shaking mess. She was so tense, she was practically vibrating.

  She pulled against the cuffs, loving the feeling of being held nearly motionless. She’d always loved the sensation of being restrained, but it had never felt quite like this before. Despite being immobilized, she felt safe. Protected.

  Angus folded himself over her, rocking his cock against the curve of her ass and grinding her mound against the mattress. He leaned forward until his lips hovered above her ear. “Am I right in thinking it’s also been five years since you’ve experienced any kind of pain play?”

  He sank his teeth into her earlobe as he waited for her answer. Finally, she managed a nod.

  “I’ll go easy on you, then.”

  “No!” She lifted her head and tried to straighten.

  He put his hand back in the center of her back and held her down.

  “Please, no,” she whispered.

  Keeping his hand where it was, he lifted the rest of his weight off her. Then he brought down his other hand hard across her ass. She jerked and cried out at the impact, but dear god, she wanted more. She didn’t have to wait long. His hand rained down over her cheeks and the backs of her thighs until her muscles burned. Despite her aching flesh, she pushed up into his punishing strokes, wanting more. Begging for more. If she could have spread her legs wider, she would have. She’d give anything right now for a few smacks to land on her pussy. Though, that would probably send her headlong into orgasm, and she wasn’t ready for the pain to stop. She wasn’t flying yet.

  As much as her ass hurt, his hand had to be throbbing, but he didn’t let up. The crack of flesh against flesh echoed in the room, filling up the quiet of the night, competing only with her wails and shuddering breath.

  “More,” she whispered. “Please more.”

  He stopped, and her head craned around, searching him out behind her.

  In the lamplight, she saw his cock standing away from his body, pre-come dripping down the thick length of him. All at once, she wanted him in her mouth again. Before she could beg, she was distracted by his movement. He’d taken off his shirt and had kicked off his pants. Her pussy clenched emptily, eager for him to pound into her.

  He ran his fingers over her burning flesh, and she sucked in a harsh breath. “You still want more?”

  “Yes, please.”

  She sensed movement behind her, but she couldn’t tell what he was doing until he dragged an edge of stiff leather up the back of the leg closest to him. She let out a desperate-sounding whimper. He swung his arm, catching the curve where thighs met ass with the flat of the paddle.

  “Fuck, yes.”

  “Like that, did you?” The dark amusement in his voice was clear. So was his arousal.

  “Yes, Sir,” she managed to push out.

  “Time for you to fly, little bird.” He brought down the paddle again, right across the meatiest part of her bottom.

  She pushed her ass into the air, wordlessly begging for more.

  He obliged, letting his arm fall, again and again, and finally, the pain began to lift her up, and she drifted higher. She was aware of the paddle continuing to smack her flesh, and she felt it, but the pain had morphed into something else entirely, and her entire body pulsed with arousal, like she was a giant orgasm just waiting to happen, just hovering on the edge. Tears flowed from her eyes, but she didn’t want him to stop.

  She was dimly aware of the paddle landing beside her on the bed and slightly more cognizant of Angus’ hands gripping her thighs and pulling her backward until her feet were flat on the floor. At some point, she’d scooched forward until she was balancing on her toes. He dropped to his knees behind her and nuzzled the backs of her thighs and the curve of her bottom, pressing opened-mouthed kisses over her burning flesh. The dampness of his mouth combined with the scruff on his cheeks and chin, causing all her nerve endings to riot. Pain and need mixed together, and as his lips and tongue found their way to her cunt, she cried out, thrashing against his mouth, begging for more.

  He slung his arm over her back and pulled her against his face, stabbing his tongue into her and sucking at her flesh. Reaching between her legs, he shoved two fingers, still scalding hot from the spanking, into her pussy, and she screamed. She was so close, she almost couldn’t breathe. He continued to lick her slit th
en pulled her cheeks apart to swirl his tongue over her tightly furled anus.

  Wailing, she buried her face in his mattress and bucked and thrashed as a release more powerful than any she could recall pounded through her body, shaking her violently. But he didn’t let up, he continued to push her with tongue and lips and hands, shoving her headlong into one release after another. She was flying higher than she’d ever gone, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever come back to her body.

  Finally, he gentled her, leaving her limp and whimpering against the bed.

  “Are you back with me, lass?” He leaned over her, pressing kisses to the small of her back.

  She mumbled an affirmation, and his lips traveled lower, over her aching ass and thighs. She jolted, pain flaring through her body, completely in the moment, now.

  “There you are,” he murmured, his voice warm but tight with need. He straightened behind her, and her pussy pulsed at the crinkle of tearing plastic. Angus dragged the thick head of his cock through her folds, and she instinctively raised her hips. She couldn’t believe she had anything left to give him, but she still wanted him inside her with a desperation she didn’t recognize.

  He slid into her body on a groan that sounded like it was torn from the depths of his soul. She clenched around him as he slowly inched forward. The farther he pushed, the tighter she squeezed.

  “Fucking hell, Eliza.”

  She didn’t have the strength or coherence to answer verbally. The only thing she could do was let her body respond. Just a few moments earlier, she’d thought she was too tired for anything else, but the sensation of his thick girth filling her, pushing at her internal walls, brought her back to glorious life, and she lifted into his thrust.

  His hands settled at her waist, clutching, as he rocked into her a few more times, straining against her.

  “I’m not going to last,” he muttered, “You feel too good.”

  She wanted to touch him, hold him to her, but with her hands still cuffed behind her back, she couldn’t. She had to settle for stretching out her fingers and stroking as much of him as she could, whenever he thrust.

  He leaned closer, giving her more access, and slipped his hand beneath her body, unerringly finding her clit. He pressed a still-hot finger to either side the distended flesh and let his hips do the work, pounding into her and pushing her body forward. Each stroke shoved her clit through the heated gauntlet, and suddenly, she was as mindless as he was.

  The only thing she could do was feel. Her clit sawing through his fingers. His cock plowing through her tight channel. His body hair abrading her hypersensitive skin with every lunge. Another release coiled within her, and she reached for it, wanting to bring Angus along with her.

  He thrust harder, his rhythm faltering. He was close. He pressed nearer, tightening his hold on her. She splayed her hands across his stomach, feeling the play of muscles across her palms.

  Whispering her name over and over, he tightened his fingers beneath her. The pressure was too much, and she started to convulse, her cunt contracting around him.

  “That’s it. Come for me one more time.” His speech was barely intelligible. More grunts than words, but she understood each one. And when he said, “Take me with you,” she broke, grinding herself against him and the mattress, squeezing him so tightly, she wasn’t sure they were even separate people anymore. She wasn’t sure of anything beyond the pleasure ripping through her body and Angus’ breath heaving past her ear and his pulse thundering against her palms.

  She was dimly aware of the whimper that passed her lips when he pulled out what must have been hours later—or maybe it was minutes. Time had ceased to have any meaning from the moment she’d stepped into his room. She was more aware of the pain in her arms and shoulders as he unbuckled the cuffs, but she couldn’t bring herself to really care about it—especially when he massaged away the tightness and helped her lay them alongside her body on the mattress.

  She must have dozed off, because she woke suddenly to the sensation of a warm, wet washcloth gently, wiping her tearstained cheeks.

  “Lift up, lass.”

  She raised her head, and he carefully washed the other side before attending to the insides of her thighs and her pussy. Carefully, he moved to her ass and the backs of her thighs. What had seemed soft and soothing moments earlier, now felt like he was rubbing handfuls of broken glass into her skin. She was definitely awake now.

  He gently patted her dry with a burlap sack. At least, that’s what it felt like. She tried not to wince, but she couldn’t help it. And she might have whimpered when he rubbed icy cold lotion into her skin.

  “Have you been keeping that in the freezer?” She barely recognized her raw, strained voice.

  He chuckled. “My poor little bird.” When he’d finished with the lotion, he knelt behind her and freed her ankles. “Don’t move yet.”

  He grabbed the washcloth and towel then left the room. He came back a moment later with a glass of water then set it on the nightstand and pulled back the bedding. She couldn’t wait to collapse, but she wasn’t sure she’d make it that far.

  Moving to stand behind her, Angus gently helped her slide her feet together. Her thighs shook from the strain, but he made sure she didn’t fall as he walked her to the side of the bed. When they stopped, he handed her the water, and she gulped it down. The coolness was a balm to her sore throat. Taking the glass from her hand, he urged her into the bed as her muscles all loudly protested. She laid on her side then switched immediately to her stomach.

  He tucked the hair that had come loose from the braid behind her ear as she lost the battle to keep her eyes open. “Do you need anything else?”

  “Just you,” she murmured, sleep crowding her consciousness.

  Eliza didn’t recall him climbing into bed with her, but he had. She’d woken at some point during the night with her head and most of her upper body resting on his chest, one of his arms around her shoulders, fingers buried in her hair, and his other arm thrown across her waist. And she’d obviously drifted off to sleep again, because the next time she woke, the room was bright with sunlight, and his side of the bed was empty and cold. She caught sight of the bedside clock. It was well after noon. She never slept that late. Though, she’d had an exhausting evening.

  Smiling to herself, she rolled over, sat up, and immediately wished she hadn’t. Her ass ached, her muscles shouting in sharp bursts of awareness. She was sore. Really, really sore. The pain made her smile, though. It had been a long time since she’d experienced anything like last night. The fact that she’d experienced it at Angus’ hands made it even better. Her pussy clenched, and warmth spread throughout her groin, as the memories rolled through her mind. But as much as she’d like to lounge around in bed and relive them all, she couldn’t. Her mouth tasted foul, and she was glad Angus wasn’t close enough to be subjected to her morning breath. She moistened her lips and cringed at the tacky feeling. She needed to brush her teeth and pee—not necessarily in that order.

  Standing, she looked around for something wear during her search for the bathroom. Angus had brought her suitcase into the room and had laid it across the armchair for her. She unzipped it and pulled out a summer weight nightgown—her ass definitely wasn’t ready for pants—and rooted around until she found her toothbrush and paste.

  The bathroom had been easy enough to locate, and after she relieved herself and brushed her teeth, she set off in search of Angus. The rooms on the lower floor were all empty, and she didn’t see him when she peered outside, so she climbed up the steep, narrow staircase to the second floor. The first room had a dresser, a treadmill, different size kettle balls, an adjustable weight bench, and not much else. The room across the hall had clearly been a nursery at some point, but it now looked like storage. As she crept farther down the corridor, she heard the unmistakable sound of typing, and she couldn’t help but smile as she peered around the doorframe, into the room.

  Angus sat at his desk, his fingers flying across the
keys, his eyes intently on the screen. He appeared utterly engrossed. Her gaze swept around what was clearly his office. There was antique chest in front of the windows that overlooked the river and the valley below. Tall, dark wood bookcases took up the entirety of the wall opposite his desk, and a comfortable-looking couch sat against the wall nearest to where she stood in the doorway.

  The room was warm and inviting, not unlike its owner, once he’d—well, and she, too—had let down his guards. It was easy to imagine curling up in the corner of the sofa while he sat at the desk, both of them working. But as much as she wanted to be near him, to touch him, she didn’t want to interrupt his flow. She took a step back and immediately stepped on Agnes’ tail.

  The cat yowled and hissed, puffing up to twice her already bulky size.

  “I’m so sorry, kitty.” She tried to pet the cat to apologize, but Agnes wasn’t having it. She swiped at Eliza’s outstretched hand and hissed again.

  Behind her, Angus laughed and walked toward her. “Piss off the queen, did you?”

  “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you—or hurt her. I accidentally stepped on her tail.”

  He bent down and scratched the cat behind her ears then straightened and pulled Eliza into his arms. “You’re the best kind of interruption,” he said, dropping a kiss on her upturned mouth. “Donna would disagree, I’m sure. But I outrank her.”

  She laughed, but it quickly faded as he kissed her more deeply, pulling her closer. One hand smoothed down her back and over her ass. His fingers dug into her bottom, and she yelped into his mouth. He pulled back immediately, concern clouding his eyes.

  “How badly did I hurt you?”

  She brushed a kiss across his lips. “I’m fine. Just a little tender.”

  It was obvious that he took no comfort from her reassurance. Gripping her shoulders, he slowly turned her around, the warmth of his hands sinking into her skin. Lowering himself to the floor, he carefully raised the skirt of her nightgown, baring her ass to his gaze and the coolness of the morning air.