Gentleman Sinner

‘Fuck . . . me,’ Theo rasps, slowly drawing out. ‘Unreal.’ He drives forward again, yelling his pleasure. ‘Jesus, woman, you feel so good.’ He grinds deep into my womb.

I start to sweat, willing my body to accept him.

‘Give yourself time to get used to me, Izzy,’ he says gently, pumping forward again, his drives steadily gaining pace. He drops to his elbows and lays a palm across my throat to stop me from moving my head. More restriction. My pain steadily works into discomfort, and then the discomfort into pleasure. It surprises me, and I’m suddenly alive with more want and more need. It no longer hurts. He’s stretched me into acceptance.

He blinks and lifts, withdrawing slowly before surging forward. I grunt, my legs yanking against the straps. His reasons for restraining me are becoming more obvious. My arms would be everywhere, clawing at him, smacking him, pulling at his hair. It’s frustrating as hell, but I appreciate the need even if I don’t appreciate the restraints. I let out a little moan of pleasure, and I get pushed up the bed on his next plunge, pulling my legs straight.

He freezes, and I know he’s going to let loose completely once he’s found his breath. ‘I can’t hold back any more. You ready?’

‘Yes.’ He needs this, just like I needed the gentle break-in.

After only a couple of seconds and a long inhale, he locks eyes with me, and I fear the worst. His fingers flex over my throat, his other hand coming up to my hair and fisting it. His lips straighten. His eyes go dark. His jaw pulses. And he lets rip.

My screams are long and constant as he smashes into me over and again, deranged and chaotic. My eyes slam shut, my head thrown back as I accept his power. It’s like he’s releasing years of frustration, years of pent-up aggression. Our bodies begin to slide on each hard hit, sweat drenching us, his palm slipping over my throat. ‘You can take it, Izzy,’ he growls, never letting up, going at me like a wild animal, fast and furiously, totally mercilessly.

I pull at the straps, shocked when the pressure of his cock filling me drops into my groin and starts to swirl deliciously, my pleasure taking on new heights. I find his eyes and find a knowingness.

‘Here it is,’ he pants, keeping up his brutal momentum, slapping into me as he slides his palm to my cheek and strokes more tenderly. ‘It’s good, yes?’

‘Yes.’ Oh good Lord, I’m coasting fast towards an orgasm that’s going to knock me unconscious. Seizing each twinge of pleasure and holding on to it, I tense everywhere, wishing beyond all wishes that I could feel him beyond penetration. Touch him. Stroke and caress him. He grips my hair, keeping his eyes on mine, and surprises me with a deep gyration of his hips. His chin drops to his chest. ‘Come on, Izzy,’ he encourages me. ‘I’m not going without you.’

Urgency springs into my aching muscles. I concentrate as the pressure builds and builds, holding me in a permanent state of anticipation. It’s coming. It’s coming. It’s . . .

‘Fuck!’ My body jacks off the bed, my neck cricking when I snap my head back, my eyes closing tightly as bolts of pleasure attack me. I’m surrounded by a white noise that dulls the sounds of Theo’s barks of ecstasy, and the feel of him thickening inside of me turns my shouts of pleasure into long, drawn-out moans. Then I hear the faint sound of a groan as his cock starts to pulse, long and slow, warmth filling me deeply.

I go lax, exhausted, and Theo collapses on to me, his weight spread carefully all over my pulsating body.

An exquisite sense of calm ripples through me. And my climax carries me into unconsciousness.Chapter 8

Numb. I feel numb, pins and needles assaulting my legs and arms. And I’m suffocating, being squeezed beneath something. My eyes spring open, my mind working quickly to remind me of where I am and who I’m with. Theo, I tell myself, immediately settling. His head is resting on my shoulder, the smell of clean sweat filling my nose. I can’t breathe. ‘Theo,’ I whisper, looking up to see my arms still restrained. I contract my internal muscles, feeling his softness still buried inside me. ‘Theo, wake up.’ I scan the room for a clock. What time is it? Oh no. Jess. ‘Theo!’

He jumps a little, pushing me into the bed some more, and then slowly lifts a fraction. Sleepy eyes look down at me, blinking rapidly. ‘Hey,’ he croaks, appearing disoriented.

‘You need to untie me.’ I pull at the silk straps, reminding him that I’m still his prisoner. ‘I need to call Jess. She was asleep when I left. I don’t want her to worry.’