Restrained Under His Duty (Dirty Little Secrets 3)
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But this night is mine. Tonight she doesn’t take my pleasure. I give it to her.
Just when my balls tighten to blow, I grasp her hips, pushing her onto her feet, withdrawing my cock from her tight heat, ass up in the air. From below her, I thrust my fingers into her soaking wet folds, thrusting hard and fast, until she’s coming on my fingers.
“More?” I ask, grasping her chin.
“Mmmm…” she barely manages.
I slide out from beneath her arms and unclip her from the chair. Then, keeping her on her knees, lifting her hips to where I want them, I clip her to a loop on the other side of the chair, near the seat.
“Show me that pretty ass, Hadley,” I murmur, stepping in behind her.
She does so, wiggling her bottom, offering herself to me.
I place one knee on the chair and my other foot up next to her leg and reach around, massaging her breasts, tweaking her nipples. She wiggles her bottom again against my cock until the tip is at her entrance. I don’t give her what she wants, though; instead I lean away and bite her ass…hard.
She screams a sound of pleasure, and it’s in that moment I rise up and enter her, right to the hilt. She arches against me and I lean over her, pumping my rock-hard cock into her warmth.
Now I take my pleasure. She’s bound in the way I’ve wanted her to be, screaming out in the pleasure I’m giving her. Owned by me. Possessed by me. Safe in my arms.
It’s enough to make me blow. I can’t wait. Don’t want to wait.
“I’m going to use this sweet little cunt to come.” I grasp both hips and slam forward against her ass, clenching my jaw as pressure builds and builds.
“Yes!” She places her head between her bound arms, quivering against me. “Don’t stop. I’m right there…”
I slap h
er ass. Hard.
Then she’s wild beneath me, causing my orgasm to hit with little warming. A growl rises from deep in my chest and my muscles contract, holding me captive…until I’m bucking and jerking my release, and I’m roaring, finally doing what I should’ve done so long ago.
Claimed her.
Chapter 23
Ryder
Sometime later, we’re dressed again and standing in my kitchen, the crop and rope all put away, and I’m pouring Hadley a glass of wine. “I need to go,” I say softly, not surprised to hear her squeak of objection. I turn to her and hand her the wineglass. “Remember the trouble with the tabloid?”
“Yeah,” she says, accepting the glass.
“This has to do with that, nothing more, nothing less. You don’t need to be involved, and truthfully, I don’t either. After tonight, this will be finished, and there won’t be another night I’ll have to leave you for anyone.”
“God, don’t say it like that,” she exclaims, placing the wineglass down on the counter. “You make me sound so needy.”
“You, Hadley Winters, are anything but needy,” I tell her straight, leaning against the counter, folding my arms. “But it so happens that I’m a needy man and I don’t want to leave you alone.”
She smiles and stands on her tiptoes, kissing me like she means it.
A sudden knock at the door has her looking away before she looks curiously back at me. “That’s Alex,” I tell her.
She reads between the lines. “Ryder, I do not need a babysitter,” she grumbles, putting space between us. “Tobias is in jail. The hitman is dead. You did some crazy emotional intervention tonight. I’m okay to be alone.” She turns, I assume to promptly tell Alex to go away.
I grasp her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. “Don’t you go anywhere.” I step forward until she’s walking backward, and when I have her trapped between my body and the kitchen cabinet, I add, “Alex would tear a strip off you if she ever heard you say she’s your babysitter.” I lean down, inhaling her scent. It’s a mix between flowers and vanilla, and it’s all hers. “I called her to come over tonight because I want you to get to know a friend of mine, and there would be no one better than Alex.”
Hadley nibbles her lip, watching me carefully, and then finally shrugs. “Okay, you’re forgiven. Let her in.”
I kiss her again, quickly but efficiently, then move to the door and open it.