Beg for It (Pact of Seduction 2)

The feel of her lips—the feel of his Bella—on his cock compared to no other sensation. She bobbed on the tip of his cock to suck him dry, and she was well on her way to doing just that.

When she slid forward, taking him all the way into her throat, he grasped her head and held her there.

Her ravenous eyes remained on his, and she massaged him with her tongue. “Bella, you are enjoying this far too much."

Whack.

Smack.

He grunted as he slid out from her, only to return to the very spot that he had now decided was paradise. Her lips created a suction that made him feel strangled and ready to blow.

She slowly released him, and she'd never looked so beautiful. Nothing had ever appealed to him so much as this little spitfire bound, ready for him. Damn this. That pussy is mine.

In haste, he rid her of the ropes and grasped her arms, lifted her off the benches, then placed her on her feet. He took her in a forceful kiss that tangled his tongue with hers. She gave him an answering moan, and in greed, he ate those moans, ready to intensify them. She squirmed against him, her stomach stroking his cock, and she whimpered.

With a nibble on her bottom lip, he backed away from her sweet mouth, staring into the eyes of the one woman who made him want no other. To give up every submissive so he only controlled one. The one woman whom he thought he'd never have and now had no intention of ever letting go.

"Know this, Bella.” He pointed to her and then to him. “This thing between us I've wanted for some time. Nothing pleases me more than to have you here, under my command, and have your body open to my pleasures, as well as your heart."

She smiled, a bit playful yet full of emotion. “I'm yours, Master Kole."

The floor had dropped right out from underneath him. It wasn't what she said that thrilled him. It was her voice, her soft expression, the willingness, the acceptance, and the way she fully trusted him.

He pressed his body against hers to overpower her as her submission spilled over him. What started out as friendship, curiosity between them for maybe more, had now entered into a full D/s relationship. “That show of respect is one I welcome."

Then he spun her around, brought her back against his chest, shoved his erection into the seam of her ass, and walked forward to grab a condom off the tray on his way.

At the wall, he pushed her against the stone, trapping her with his hand between her shoulder blades as he ripped the condom wrapper open with his teeth. He sheathed his cock and kicked open her legs, then angled her hips.

After he placed his cock at her entrance, he pushed through her tight center. A sound of pleasure and relief sounded from her throat as he thrust upward.

He ran his hand up her shoulders and held the base of her neck, pinning her to the wall. And she melted under his touch. Her pussy contracted against him as her wetness spread over his balls. The earlier scene had no doubt aroused her beyond measure, and fuck, if it hadn't done the same to him too.

"Don't move.” His voice sounded on a throaty growl as he spoke in her ear. “Now I will take my pleasure in this sweet little cunt, my Bella."

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Chapter Eight

Sweet Jesus!

Kole's weight pressed against Bella's neck, and she'd never been so comfortable. Safe. Here under his hold, her world aligned. And her body was set aflame.

She'd never been so wet—so wanton—and the lingering pain from the ropes on her arms and calves only amplified her need for him, awakening every nerve ending in her body.

His cock was pushing inside her, stretching her in ways that no man had ever done before, touching her as she'd never been touched.

Her heart burst wide open, and for the first time, she was doing exactly what she knew was missing in her life. It wasn't anything she needed to find; it was something she needed to give in to—to put all of her trust in Kole and allow him the right to take care of her.

Being here. Just like this. Restrained under him and open for his pleasures. His submissive. And that part of her that refused his claim on her settled because she wanted to give him all of herself.

He deserved nothing less.

Skin slapped skin as sweat coated her body, and the dampness of Kole's flesh brushed against her own. His low groans remained right by her ear as he thrust exactly as he had before, ruthlessly.

The grip he held her by was firm. Her face pressed against the cold stone wall, his grip holding her so tight she doubted her cheek would get scratched, because he wasn't allowing her to move enough to warrant it.

Kole grunted, and she mirrored the sound as his moves became easier, faster, and smoother. Everything tightened. Her muscles clenched with her impending release. Light danced behind her closed eyes. Flutters tickled up her legs and spread warmth into her belly. Legs trembling, she attempted to fight it off, but the sensation rose and took hold, overpowering her.