Sinful

He starts to pull out, but the loss of him actually makes me cry out.

“No, wait. I do want it. Please. I’m sorry. Please. I want you inside me.”

He narrows his eyes. “You’re giving me fucking whiplash here.”

“I’m sorry, I’m….” Scared. Petrified. Lost.

“Do you want me to make this easier for you?”

I bite my lower lip. “How?”

He leans over the bed and picks something long and thin off the floor. It’s his school tie. “I can tie you up.”

I stare at it, desire spiking as I feel my head nodding slowly.

Romain gives a sly smile. “Fuck me. You’ve just creamed yourself down there. The thought of me tying you up turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“It does,” I breathe out, cheeks flashing hot with shame. But as he moves to wrap his school tie around my wrists, securing me to the bed, the throb between my legs pulses. It’s not long before I’m squirming beneath him. He gets up and opens my underwear drawer but then shakes his head and closes it. It dawns on me what he’s going to do when he grins and picks the panties I was wearing up off the floor.

“Wait, Romain,” I say to him as he comes back to me with them balled in his fist. “There are condoms in the top dra—”

I don’t get to say anything more because he bruises my lips with a quick kiss and then inserts my used underwear into my mouth.

“There. You can’t fucking say no to me anymore,” he adds wickedly, excitement dancing in his eyes. “And fuck condoms, I’m going to fill you up, Miss James, and you can’t do a thing to stop me.”

I almost moan at that.

Even more when he reaches in his pocket and takes out a strip of leather—a collar. Not the metal one he makes me wear. This one has a dog collar with a lead that tightens when you pull on it.

My breath quickens, and my hips buck as he climbs back on top of me.

“Have I discovered Miss James’s kink?” he asks, positioning his thick cock between my legs. He latches the collar around my neck, a dark thrill sliding across his features as he secures it. He gives the end of it an experimental yank, and it tightens, coiling around me like a snake.

The snap of leather around my windpipe is enough to make me gasp.

I glare at him, but he just smirks. There’s a pause, and then he chuckles. “I’m not that much of a bastard. I’ll give you a safe word.”

How can I say the safe word with my pants stuffed in my mouth?

He leans forward, the heat of his body on almost every part of mine, the scent of him driving me to the edge. “If you blink three times in a row. I’ll stop,” he whispers in the shell of my ear. “That’s all you have to do, baby.”

Then he wraps his hand around my leash as he thrusts his cock so deep that I tense against the restraints. He fills me up just like I remember, thick and hard. But I don’t have time to breathe. The leather around my neck pulls taut again. I’m choking as he pulls back and then slams into me a second time.

He keeps moving in and out. Tightening and releasing every time. I strain against my bonds, struggling to catch my breath with every thrust until he relaxes his grip slightly. It’s enough to keep me light-headed, on edge, as pleasure surges in tight tremors where I’m clenched around him.

“You’re mine, Bella,” he says, deep blue eyes keeping me pinned more than the silk around my wrists ever could. “I’m going to do what I should have done a long time ago. I’m going to make you mine in every fucking possible way.”

I bite down on my panties as he continues to thrust into me, fucking me as if his life depends on it. Every stroke has me quivering, unable to escape or run away. This time I’m caught. I can’t move. I can’t speak. And I can’t even see as he squeezes my airway closed, driving into me faster and more erratic.

He fucks me like he’s breaking me apart into pieces. And he is. But every time, he drags me back with a wrench of the lead around my neck. I’m a sopping, moaning mess as he takes everything that I assumed was morally right and turns it on its head. Every nerve is electric, every sense heightened. The pain is almost too much, but I take it inside me and embrace it. I deserve to be punished. I let him see that in my eyes, and an understanding passes between us.

My life is in his hands. He could extinguish me with just one long pull of the lead. It frightens me…

It also excites the hell out of me.

Romain watches it all, pounding me raw. There’s only my harsh, strangled breaths and the sound of his balls slapping against my flesh as he pulls on my leash. And he keeps pulling…until he doesn’t let go.

“Bella. Relax. Don’t fight it. That’s it, baby.”