Bound to Pleasure

Clara

A sharp surge of heat ripped through my core the second his long finger sank deep into my cunt.

"Fuck." The word fell from my lips as my back arched off the mattress.

My thighs trembled, every muscle in my stomach pulling taut around him. The man froze over me, his sharp brows pulling together in genuine confusion. He stared down into my flushed face, his hazel eyes dark and unreadable.

"Are you a virgin?" he demanded, his voice low and raspy.

I blinked back the wetness gathering in my eyes. I could not tell if the tears came from the sudden stretch or the rush of pleasure drowning my senses. His thick finger stayed buried to the knuckle, hooked against a spot that had my hips twitching out of control.

I looked up at his chiseled face, humiliated by the question. "I am not a virgin."

He tilted his head, his gaze narrowing with a dangerous mix of hunger and curiosity. "If you are not a virgin, then why are you still this tight? Just how small were the men you have been with?"

Heat scorched my cheeks. His blunt words hit hard, but I could not find a single lie to defend myself with. Dominic had never made me feel anything close to this. Five years of rushed, clumsy fumbling had never filled me or triggered this raw, gnawing ache in my belly. Even if this whole room was just a wild, alcohol-fueled hallucination, this phantom stranger was already ruining every real touch I had ever known.

He withdrew his finger an inch, only to drive it back in deeper. A strangled cry broke from my throat as he hit a swollen ridge inside me that no one had ever touched.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his jaw tightening as he fought for control. "My patience is gone."

Before I could process his words, he dragged his dripping hand out of me. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed his black silk tie with a fluid flick of his wrist.

He shifted his weight and straddled my waist. His thick, heavy thigh pressed hard against my cunt, grinding right over my soaked clit. A whimper tore from my mouth. The slick friction was unbearable torture. My hips rose up against his hard muscle on pure instinct, desperate for friction, but his weight pinned me flat to the bed.

He caught both of my trembling wrists in one large hand and hauled them up toward the carved headboard. He looped the smooth silk through the dark wooden slats, knotting it securely around my wrists.

"What are you doing?" I gasped, pulling weakly against the fabric.

He did not bother to reply. He slid off my waist, knelt between my parted knees, and gripped my thighs in his calloused hands. He shoved my legs wide open, exposing every dripping inch of me to the cool air and his hungry eyes.

"Stay still."

Blood rushed to my ears, my heart hammering against my ribs. He lowered his dark head between my thighs, his warm breath fanning across my soaked folds.

Panic and shame warred in my chest. "Wait, you cannot do that. That is dirty—"

His mouth slammed down against my cunt, swallowing the rest of my sentence whole.

My back snapped off the sheets. A loud, broken scream tore past my lips.

His broad, flat tongue dragged straight up through my slit, coating himself in my juices before pressing flat against my swollen clit. He circled the sensitive nub with brutal precision, lapping up the slick that leaked from my depths. Every flick of his tongue sent electric shocks straight up my spine, curling my toes until the muscles in my calves seized.

I threw my head back against the pillow, panting through open lips. "Fuck, that feels so good. I cannot think."

He sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue working in hard, wet circles. The pleasure surged past anything I could handle. My knees buckled inward on pure reflex, trying to trap his head between my thighs to ease the overwhelming ache.

His teeth clamped down on the soft flesh of my inner thigh, sharp enough to sting.

"I told you to stay still."

"Yes, sir!" The cry slipped out before I could swallow it.

He drove his tongue back into my dripping folds, licking me from bottom to top with filthy, ruthless strokes. I pulled helplessly at the silk tie, my bound wrists straining against the headboard as my hips jerked off the mattress.

Then he pushed two thick fingers inside me.

The stretch was massive, splitting me open so wide that the breath left my lungs in a harsh wheeze. He curled his knuckles, angling his fingers upward against that swollen spot, thrusting into my tight passage with steady, relentless force. His mouth never left my clit, sucking and licking while his fingers worked deep inside my dripping channel.

"Oh my God, please," I sobbed, thrashing against the restraint. "Just like that. Do not stop. Please do not stop."

He set a punishing pace. His fingers pumped into my soaking heat, spreading my slick across his palm, while his tongue battered my clit into raw ecstasy. The pressure inside me coiled tighter and tighter, a hot knot of tension ready to rupture. My walls clenched around his fingers, pulsing against the invasion.

"I am going to come," I cried out, my voice cracking under the strain. "I cannot hold it. I am coming!"

He did not let up. He thrust his fingers harder, curling deep into my swollen flesh while his lips sealed tightly around my clit, sucking with fierce hunger.

The world shattered into blinding white light.

My orgasm ripped through me like a physical blow. My hips bucked wild against his face as a torrent of hot slick flooded from my depths, soaking his chin, his mouth, and his working fingers. My inner walls spasmed in violent, crushing waves, clamping down on his hand as if trying to milk him dry. I screamed into the ceiling, my chest heaving, every nerve ending firing with pure, unadulterated fire.

He showed no mercy. He kept his fingers buried inside me, pumping slowly through my convulsions, while his tongue dragged across my hypersensitive clit, drinking down every drop of my release. He milked every tremor from my spasming cunt until my throat went hoarse from crying out.

When he finally pulled his wet hand free and lifted his face, my hips dropped back to the mattress.

I lay there, limp and boneless. My wrists rested limp against the silk tie above my head. Sweat cooled on my chest, my ribs rising and falling with shallow, ragged breaths. I stared up at the dim ceiling in a state of floating, heavy bliss. No one had ever touched me like that. Dominic's clumsy, hurried strokes felt like a distant, pathetic joke compared to the destruction this stranger had just wreaked upon my body.

My eyes began to flutter shut, ready to surrender to the sweet, heavy exhaustion pulling me down into sleep.

"Do not get comfortable just yet."

His low, rumbling voice sliced through the silence. My eyes snapped wide open.

He hovered over me, his broad chest glistening with sweat, his jaw dark with heavy stubble. The scent of my own wetness hung heavy on his lips. He shifted forward between my spread legs, and the blistering heat of his bare cock pressed directly against my throbbing, naked clit.

A sharp gasp hitched in my throat. The contact sent a fresh jolt of lightning straight through my overloaded core.

His cock was massive, thick and burning hot. He dragged the wide, flared head through my soaking slick, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over my clit. His hazel eyes burned down into mine, heavy with raw, unbridled lust, his breathing rough and ragged. He looked ready to drive himself home and split me in two.

A wicked, drunken smile curved my parted lips. The sheer absurdity of the pleasure, the heat, and the dream washed over my cloudy mind.

"Make this dream even better, Daddy."

The man froze instantly. The slow slide of his cock against my clit came to an abrupt halt.

He stayed motionless above me, his hips locked in place, staring down at my flushed face. A single dark brow arched high on his forehead, his lips twitching with dangerous intrigue.

"Did you just say dream?"