Seven Roses (Haremworld)

“Your freedom?” I felt something cold against my wrist and I looked down to see a handcuff against them. “Give your body to me, to use in any way that I want.”

“Okay!” I squealed, feeling my muscles starting to tense.

He locked a handcuff on my wrist and then pulled me closer. His finger moved against my g-spot so fast that it was sending currents of non-stop pleasure through my veins. There was no way I could hold back any longer. I sank down with my knees practically buckling as he made my body roar. The orgasm was freed from the constant suspension of pleasure and pain. It didn’t take much to take me to the point of no return and when it began, he kept his finger swirling against my g-spot. My lips were forced open and I just started to shriek as my breath became nothing more than a vessel for survival beneath the release. My pussy spasmed on his finger, but he kept it locked on my g-spot, never giving me a break from the intensity.

As soon as my orgasm was starting to subside, I felt it building again. There was no way I could stop it. He pulled the orgasm out of me, forcing my body to bend to his will. My second orgasm practically overlapped the first, sending me to a new level of pleasure that made my eyes roll into my skull. I couldn’t see anything but the darkness of bliss, and then the two orgasms finally started to subside.

“Now your body belongs to me.” He pulled me towards the bed as his finger was removed from my pussy. I was too weak to react.

Brando scooped me up and placed me on the bed, putting both of my arms over my head. The handcuffs were looped through the wood on the headboard and then I felt it lock around my other wrist. I slowly opened my eyes and watched as he leaned back from the bed. He started to undress, pulling his t-shirt over his head quickly. His muscular torso was wide and adorned with ink. He was bigger than any of the other guys and his muscles practically bulged against his skin.

I pulled against the handcuffs and smiled. I felt helpless, but I liked the way it felt. My body was his to ravage and take—the thought of it made my pussy tingle again even though he had sapped every ounce of pleasure from within me. He reached for his belt and once it was unfastened, he pulled it free from his pants and tossed it on the floor. His hands went to the button on the front of his jeans and I stared as he started to unfasten them. He pushed them down his thighs and kicked them off, rubbing his cock once it was free from his boxers. He tore open a condom and sheathed his enormous cock before crawling into bed. He lifted my legs, positioning his glans against my pussy.

“You didn’t have to handcuff m

e to have me.” I shifted my hips until I felt his cock entering me.

“They aren’t there for me.” He grinned and shook his head. “They’re the only thing that is going to keep you on the bed.”

“What?” I blinked a couple of times in surprise.

“I’m going to destroy you.” He started to enter me and with one thrust, he shoved his cock in to the hilt.

“Oh my god!” My eyes opened wide as he stretched me out, using the lubrication from my orgasm to saturate his path.

Brando was a beast. He didn’t go slow or try to let me adjust. He buried himself inside of me and immediately started to thrust. He pulled me against his hips until I was suspended on the bed against his powerful thighs, bent at the waist as I rested on them. His hands were so gigantic that they wrapped around my waist and almost touched at the small of my back. He started to thrust and it was violent—it sent me careening towards the ceiling each time. The handcuffs were pulled tight and collided against the wood every time he sent my body soaring with one of his powerful thrusts. The grip on my waist kept me from being sent into the wall when he pounded his cock deep into my pussy. I had never felt such raw passion.

He fucked me so hard it felt like he could shatter my pelvis if he kept up the destructive thrusts. He didn’t just like it rough, he seemed to want to feel me break into pieces in his hands. My body was thrown around the bed so much that the covers bunched up underneath me and the sheets started to untuck from the edge of the bed. The way he hammered my g-spot made me want to scream with pleasure.

“Don’t stop...” My words escaped my lips through moans. “It feels so good!”

Nothing in the world seemed to matter except the collision of our bodies and the brief moment of bliss I felt before he was hammering himself into me again. My arms stretched out and the handcuffs slammed into the top of the headboard. My wrists ached, but the pleasure overwhelmed any sense of pain they could have caused. I braced myself against the headboard but it wasn’t enough. He was like a monster consuming the prey he had taken to the point of dominance. His cock impaled me on a pike of torment that mixed with every sensation of pleasure I had ever imagined. I could feel his cock surging with energy. The reaction inside of me was just as strong. He roared and grunted with every muscle tightening.

My body started to convulse as it was suspending on his cock. I was going to cum and it wasn’t going to be anything like my previous ones. I started to shake and quiver on his cock, feeling my pussy spasm. He hammered his length deep and I felt cum surging through his shaft. He exploded inside of me, making the condom swell with his load while I squealed in pleasure against him. Our bodies started to relax as the sensations passed and he sat back on the bed.

“I’m glad you didn’t invite anyone else...” My words were weak. “I wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

“You’ll handle this and a whole lot more.” He shifted himself until he was seated on the bed. “I’m going to be back for more—again and again.”

“Tonight?” I looked over at him.

“All night.” He picked his pants and reached into the pocket, pulling out a roll of condoms. “All fucking night—you won’t be sleeping at all.”

“Fuck...” I sank into the mattress.

I think he’s serious.

Chapter 14: Adrian

It was hard to sleep with all of the noise coming from Lyn’s room. If every guy except Brando wasn’t accounted for, I would have probably thought she was having a go at the whole house. Every time it seemed like they were done, the headboard would start slamming into the wall again. Brando was clearly a beast. I wondered if there would be anything left of Lyn by the time our date actually began.

I was starting to question if I could really handle the arrangement. With each day that passed and each date that Lyn went on, it seemed like she was getting closer to actually agreeing to it.

I had been fairly certain she would have sex with Markus. I had wrapped my arms around enough virgins to know the look of one that was face to face with a celebrity. When I was the biggest television star in America, I certainly had my fair share of church girls ready to give it up for the first time they met the guy that creamed their panties when they were alone in their bed.

Things had dried up once I wasn’t on television every week, but there was always some second-class actress trying to revitalize her career by being seen in public with me. It never lasted. Some of the dates weren’t even real—it was just a show for the cameras and the tabloids.

“Do you have everything ready for your date tonight?” Charles walked into the room and leaned against the wall.