BOUND: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by Leah Wilde

  “Yeah, you take it really well. Such a fucking nasty bitch,” Vince said before smacking his tool against her ass three more times, pausing in between his motions to let her recover. Snap. Snap. Snap.

  “What are you…what are you using?” Fiona asked, turning her head to bite down onto her own arm, using the pain to anchor herself down into this moment, not letting her mind drift away into anything to distract herself from the pain and pleasure. She was a little nervous that she was breaking some unspoken rule by asking him what he was using, but she needed to know. The uncertainty was driving her crazy; she needed to be able to picture what was happening, to know what he was using to make her come apart underneath him.

  Vince’s hand returned around her neck, his teeth sinking down hard on top of her shoulder. “Ahh! Ahh, shit!” Fiona cried out, flinching under the sharp pain that was digging into her skin. Oh, God. Oh, God, I can’t fucking take it. I can’t fucking handle this. I’m not strong enough, she thought for a moment, but then the other, stronger voice inside her mind took over, inwardly berating her for her weakness. Yes, you can. You can do this. You can fucking take it. You can take whatever he gives you. What, are you going to let this man beat you? You’re going to let him prove that you can’t do something? Are you really that weak?

  No. She wasn’t weak. If Fiona knew anything about herself at all, it was that she was strong. She was tough. She was going to do this, if only to prove to herself that she could. But deep down, she knew it was more than that. She wanted this, for its own sake rather than as a test of her strength. She wanted to be taken apart, piece by piece by stubborn piece, until she was a pile of jelly on the desk, totally overwhelmed by the force of the sensations that Vince was wrapping around her.

  Vince began sucking on her shoulder, pulling at her flesh with his teeth and lips until she was whining like a pathetic animal. “Oooh, uhh, God,” she moaned out, beginning to roll her hips again in slow, wide circles that brushed up against the front of Vince’s pants. But after a few moments, Vince pulled back the lower half of his body, keeping his hand wrapped around her neck and his mouth attached at her shoulder this time, before smacking the still-unnamed object against her ass three more times, harder than before. “Shit!” Fiona cried out, her voice coming out hoarse and rough, her breathing becoming harsher and harder as Vince squeezed her neck with more force.

  “It’s a whip,” Vince said, raking his teeth down her spine, sucking along her bones before stopping right above her ass. “You like it?”

  “Yes,” Fiona replied, the answer leaving her mouth of its own volition. “Yes, I fucking like it. Thank you, sir. Fucking thank you. Oh, shit!” she cried out as he slapped the whip against her ass another few times.

  “Have you had enough?” Vince grunted, sliding his wonderfully sharp teeth back up her spine before nibbling at the back of her neck.

  Fiona was at a loss for words, licking her lips as she struggled to find an answer.

  “Hmm, sounds like you haven’t,” Vince said with a wry chuckle, rubbing his way up and down her back soothingly, his nails dancing along her skin until all of her cells relaxed, all of the tension from before dissipating like his hands had vacuumed up every last bit of worry from her body.

  Before Fiona could come up with a reply, Vince slapped his hand against her ass four or five times. She honestly lost count, totally consumed in the warm sensations radiating out from her ass, sending waves of pleasure deep down into her legs. She groaned and rocked her head back on Vince’s shoulder, letting her body relax into his, trusting that he would catch her. The next moment, the whip came back into play, but this time, it didn’t slap against her ass. Instead, Vince slid it against her ass, letting her feel the slick leathery feeling of the handle. Her body got to know the whip, the simultaneous firmness and softness of it. It was practically a feather tickling her, making her body relax under its touch. Fiona moaned lightly, sticking her ass further out until the whip slid in between her cheeks, making her gasp out in surprise. “You like that?” Vince whispered, kissing the back of her ear lightly.

  “Mm, I think so,” Fiona whispered back, lifting one of her hands up temporarily to brush some of the hair out of her eyes.

  Vince let the soft end of the whip brush up in between her ass cheeks for several long moments, making Fiona aware of nerve endings that she’d never felt before. She felt herself grow warmer and wetter between her legs. She spread her knees apart a little wider, giving Vince more space to play around. Fiona felt a little bit like she was being experimented with, like Vince was a scientist conducting a test to see how he could make her fall apart in the most efficient or effective ways.

  Just when she thought she got a handle on the new sensations between her legs, Vince’s mouth began sliding back down her body, pausing to lick at her shoulder-blades for a few seconds before sinking down her back. He finally reached her ass, but instead of sliding back up like he did before, Fiona felt his mouth gently slide down her ass, his teeth skimming along her sensitive, untouched flesh until she whimpered and groaned under her breath. “Jesus, fuck me,” Fiona breathed out, cutting into the silence of the room with a loud whine as Vince’s tongue slipped between her ass cheeks, dancing around her hole without ever actually touching it. “Oh, my God. Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God!” Fiona cried out, practically shrieking as Vince applied more pressure with his tongue, licking harder until her legs shook as if they were caught in a tornado. “Oh, my God, Vince, fuck!”

  Without warning, Vince reached his hand between her legs, finding her pussy and slipping the tips of two fingers inside. “Jesus, shit, oh, fuck!” Fiona moaned, letting her head flop down in between her shoulders, even as she dug her nails into the edge of the desk under her body, sweating so hard her hair was already getting wet. She felt like she was a running a marathon or doing a hardcore workout in the gym, every muscle in her body tensing, but she didn’t feel uncomfortable. She felt like this was what her body was meant to do, what it had been designed to do.

  “Yeah, open up for me, baby,” Vince grunted into her ass before he began sucking in earnest, pulling her cheeks between his teeth, making her groan out loudly before shrieking as he spanked the flesh of her ass with his free hand. Meanwhile, his fingertips moved in slow circles inside of her, as if he was just getting to know the feel of her, pressing up against her hot pink walls. “Yeah, you’re so fucking tight. I knew it. I knew it from the first moment I saw you.”

  Fiona’s whole body flushed again, all of her arm and leg hairs standing up at attention while Vince dug his fingernails into her ass, spreading her wider open as his tongue finally brushed up against her hole, moving around in circles. Jesus Christ, Fiona thought as she felt herself unclench, her body giving way to every motion of Vince’s fingers and mouth. Jesus Christ, this is so fucking dirty. This is so nasty. I’ve never done this before. But whatever shame she felt was lost in the lust that was overcoming every single cell in her body, heat radiating out of her spine, into every last bone inside of her. She couldn’t feel embarrassed. She couldn’t feel ashamed. Maybe that would come later, but for now, she was totally swept up in this moment, which stretched on and on and on, seconds blending together, each swipe of Vince’s fingers and tongue making her feel like she was born to do this.

  Vince shoved his fingers in deeper, up to the first knuckle, continuing to move around in circles, pressing up against her inner walls and pushing them open gently yet firmly. “So fucking hot. So fucking ready for me, aren’t you? You’re desperate for it,” Vince said as he pulled back a little from her ass, right before he sunk back in between her cheeks, biting at her flesh and sending sparks of hot sensation spiraling out to the other side of her body, embedding deep into her pussy.

  “Feels so good, so fucking good,” Fiona said back. She felt a little pinprick of anxiety appear in her brain, worrying that she was too loud in her exclamations of pleasure. “Can anyone hear me?” she asked in a rushed whisper, letting her fear spill out
into her voice.

  “No, baby,” Vince replied, dragging his tongue along her hole for a moment before he pulled back again to speak. “This room is soundproof. I had it designed that way so you can scream as loud as you fucking want. In fact, I command you to be loud. Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to fuck me!” Fiona screamed in response, the words ripping out of her like bombs whistling through the air. She had to scream. It was like her body was physically bound to Vince’s demands, her cells desperate to do exactly what he wanted. His desires became her needs, directives that she had to follow in order to survive.

  Vince laughed joyously, slapping the side of her body firmly but not enough to cause pain. Fiona sighed deeply and stretched her muscles out, spreading her legs apart wider and moving her hips in circles as Vince fucked his fingers deeper inside of her. Fiona could feel her own tightness, the way her body squeezed around him, urging him in deeper, her muscles quivering around him. “I’m going to fuck you, baby,” Vince whispered, licking a line along her ass before biting the lower part of her back, making her squeal a little and squirm under his touch. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk in the morning.”

  Fiona groaned gutturally and arched her back, forcing her hips back and forth to drag Vince deeper inside of her. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, goddammit,” she grunted out, shoving her hips forward and back, over and over again, forcing Vince’s fingers in and out of her body. She felt her hole ache for him whenever his finger fell out of her, her wetness growing more and more, her hole getting hotter and hotter with every stroke of his fingers.

  “Are you ready?” Vince whispered, dragging his tongue from her ass, following her spine up to the base of her neck before biting the side of her throat. “Are you ready for me?”

  A shiver ran down Fiona’s spine, her arms and legs shaking as Vince licked at the area behind her ear. She knew that things had been relatively tame so far. Vince probably held back, not dominating her as thoroughly as he ordinarily would just because it was the first time. She felt a little warm in her chest just thinking about it. He seemed to care about her pleasure, only doing things that made her squirm and squeal and shake. But maybe if she consented to the actual fucking, things would change. Would he be rough? Gentle? And which did she want, really? She honestly didn’t know.

  Fiona swallowed heavily, clearing her throat as best as she could despite the circumstances. Was she really willing to do this, to let this man inside of her body, to let him come inside of her, to claim her, finally and fully, as his own?

  “I’m ready,” she whispered.

  Chapter Twelve

  Vince had to suppress the urge to growl, his heart picking up in his chest as he heard Fiona’s answer. She sounded soft and maybe even a little unsure, like a girl about to embark on her first sexual experience. Maybe, in a way, she was. There was “sex,” and then there was true liberation, true freedom, truly shucking off every last emotional and physical shield and letting another person inside of the real you. That’s what Vince was about to do, but not before he was certain that Fiona was really prepared for it.

  “Red, yellow, green?” he asked, clearing his throat as he pressed a firm, hopefully reassuring, hand on Fiona’s back, smoothing over her spine until her shivering became a little less intense.

  Fiona was quiet for a long moment, apparently struggling to answer the question.

  “Hey,” Vince said, leaning over her body until he was whispering in her ear again, reaching up to pull some of her hair away from her face before kissing the side of her chin. “We don’t have to do this right now if you’re not ready for it.”

  Fiona cleared her throat and shook her head. Again, Vince wasn’t sure how to interpret that. He decided to stay silent rather than push. He knew that it was important to make sure that she didn’t feel pressured. Honestly, his whole body was quivering, his dick so hard it felt like it was about to explode, but he knew he could pull back and give her space if she needed it. He would be able to hide his disappointment, just to make sure that she felt safe. He just didn’t want to scare off another woman. If she decided to walk away from this, to end it as early as she possibly could, he wouldn’t resent her for it, even if it would crush him to be rejected again after getting his hopes up so high.

  “I can do it,” Fiona finally whispered, straightening her head to press it against Vince’s shoulder, her back bending and unbending, probably adjusting to avoid cramping up after spending so much time in the same position.

  “You don’t have to,” Vince said, keeping his tone light and casual, making sure that he didn’t seem too pushy or overbearing. As far as Vince was concerned, the only thing that mattered was making sure that she really wanted to do this before he pressed himself inside of her. Because once that started, there would be no holding back. He couldn’t trust himself to stop once he got started.

  “I want to,” Fiona replied after a short pause. “Really. Green. I mean it.”

  “Are you…”

  But before Vince could ask if she was really sure, Fiona cut him off, sounding vaguely irritated, like he was annoying her by checking in too much. “Just listen to me, okay? I want it. I really, really fucking want it. So fucking fuck me already.”

  Vince grinned, liking the petulant tone in Fiona’s voice, the way her back muscles tensed up as she snapped at him. She was a spitfire, all flame hidden under a carefully constructed mask of coldness. He couldn’t wait to explore the hidden parts of her, to see if she really was flaming hot on the inside.

  “All right,” Vince said, sliding his teeth against the sensitive spot under her ear, just to make her wince from overstimulation. He liked driving women to the edge, making them see how much they could take. Fiona would be no exception.

  He pulled back a second later, though, unbuckling his belt and undoing the clasp on his pants before shoving them to the ground. He kept his shirt on, if only for the sake of time, and then shoved his hand underneath Fiona’s body, yanking her torso up to the right angle that would let align himself up with her cunt. “So wet already, aren’t you?” he whispered into her ear, grinning into her hair when she nodded in response. He could feel her dripping onto the head of his cock, his pulse pounding in the most sensitive area on his body as he pushed inside just the slightest inch, already feeling the muscles of her inner walls contract around him.

  “Give it to me,” Fiona grunted under her breath, barely audibly.

  “What was that?” Vince asked, pretending that he hadn’t heard her. One of his arms was around her waist, keeping her in place as he got used to the incredible tightness of her cunt around him. But he snaked his other hand up again, wrapping it around her neck. She seemed to like that before, and this time was no different. He could feel her inhale against his palm, making him feel a rush of pleasure as he realized how receptive she was to his domination. God, she was fucking perfect, letting him do whatever he wanted, in whichever way he wanted.

  “I said, give it to me,” Fiona repeated, sounding a little nervous. Vince could feel her pulse against his fingertips, blending in with his own heartbeat, making it beat faster. He wanted her to fall apart completely, to surrender her mind, all of her ability to speak, and become mere flesh, bonded together with him. “Please,” she added in a desperate-sounding whisper.

  “Well, since you asked so nicely,” Vince said teasingly before shoving the entire head of his cock inside her tight, dripping little cunt.

  “Oh!” Fiona cried out, her hands scrambling forward on the desk, probably trying to grab onto something for leverage. Vince decided to help her out. Maybe this position was too rough for the first time out. But it felt so good, feeling her around him at just this angle. He couldn’t give it up. Instead, he shoved her head down until it was pressed right up against the desk and stepped back a little himself until he was almost upright. Now he had her truly bent over the desk, her legs trembling as he shoved them further apart to give his cock better access
to her insides.

  “Red, yellow, green?” Vince hissed, moving his hand around from her neck to grab a fistful of her hair, tugging on it until she answered.

  “Green. Definitely green,” she gasped out, rolling her hips back a little to take in an extra centimeter of cock.

  “That’s good. You’re such a good girl, my good girl,” he mumbled mindlessly as he felt himself throb inside of her, pressing up against secret spots that he imagined very few men had ever had the privilege of touching. He shifted his hips a little, creating a new angle that made Fiona’s spine stiffen and a howl rip out of her throat, pulled out of her almost violently. “Yeah, that’s it. Let it go. Scream for me, baby.”

  “Unnnh, unnnh, oh!” Fiona cried out, her hands slipping on the desk in front of her as she scrambled for something to hold onto. “Jesus Christ!”