Love Drunk (Love Me Duet 1)

I start to drift off when a small light shines through the door then it’s gone. The tears have dried on my face and my whole body is simply aching.

Why is he doing this?

I can hear him breathing somewhere close to me and it puts me on edge. I can’t see him. At all.

His hand touches my ass and it makes me jump. I can’t go far, though, as I’m still tied. He slaps my ass. Hard. Then runs his fingers over the sore part, before I feel him in front of me. His hands touch my naked body, running over it as he comes to my nipples. He squeezes them with two fingers. Hard. The scream that leaves my mouth, I can’t help. Then the pain is gone followed by the warmth of his tongue. He sucks, plays his tongue around the nipple softly, before his mouth is gone and his hands are back. He pinches them again making me scream out in pain, then he does the same thing, replaces them with the softness of his tongue.

It’s torture, but pleasure too.

Which emotion is winning, I’m not sure.

“I can smell you from here,” he says.

One nipple he puts in his mouth, while his hand roams to my pussy. He inserts a finger roughly. “Soaking wet,” he says more for his own benefit, I think. Then pulls it back out and puts it at my lips. I can taste myself when he forces his finger into my mouth.

“Suck!”

I don’t, instead I bite down on his finger as hard as I can. He pulls back and when he does, he walks around me and slaps my ass again, only it’s much harder this time. I know if I had to sit down right now it would hurt. It’s stinging and I know it will be bruised.

“Gunner, please. It hurts.”

“Oh, bunny, if you think that hurts, just wait,” he says. He kicks my legs apart then walks back to my front. His hand trails on my stomach, and I stay tense, waiting for what he will do. I can’t see him, only hear his breathing, and just when I think he’s going to stop because everything goes silent, I feel him at my entrance. He licks, his tongue laves from my opening up to my clit then rubs circles around it.

If there was any time to show him that I don’t like what he’s doing to me, right now would be the ideal opportunity, but I can’t because I like it. Some part of me likes the way he treats me, while the more dominant side of me hates him for this.

Hate.

He’s sobering me up, and I don’t know if he will like the outcome.

“See, Everly, your body responds to what I can give. Tell me. Has any other man made you this wet before?” He licks again.

If I could wrap my legs around his throat and strangle him, I most probably would. But where would that leave me? Hanging from a ceiling with no one knowing where I am.

His mouth leaves my clit when I moan. His footsteps are silent, but I know he’s behind me now, his breathing is hard and fast, and his cock touches my ass. I tense, not knowing what he’s going to do. His hand slides down my back and with two hands he grips my ass cheeks. Pulls me back like a doll and slides into me. I’m wet—not just wet from his tongue, no, I’m soaking wet as my body betrays me. He knows it as well and is taking great pride in the fact that I want him to do everything he’s doing, even as he slides into me roughly while his fingers hurt my hips as he does.

My hands grip onto the rope above my head to try to keep me still, and to distract me from his cock fucking me as if he owns me.

I guess to him, he does own me.

My body aches for release. I shake my head telling it no. Keep my lips pinned shut to stop the moans and groans that want to leave while he continues to fuck me.

He’s a Dominant, and I’m his plaything.

I never signed up for this, but my body is betraying me, and before I can stop myself, I’m coming. His hands grip me harder as he fucks me from behind, and I feel his release inside of me.

When he pulls out, he doesn’t say a word, just walks past me and straight out the door, shutting it with a bang.

The tears come again, not because of what he did, but because I liked it. I came. Hard. Even though I told myself I didn’t want to. My body betrays me and right now I detest it.

I hate my body.

Hate.

I can feel him dripping out of me as it leaks down my legs and leaves a sticky residue in its wake. I’m tired and hungry. I didn’t get to eat all my food before he took it away from me.