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Story: Ashes of Sin
“What are you doing?” her voice is small but rich with arousal.
“Taking complete control, Kyra. I know you want your freedom, but I am a possessive man.” I cup her breast, flicking the nipple, and then take her first arm and tie it to the bedpost.
She gasps.
“You might want your freedom, and perhaps one day I might grant you that, but your body knows it belongs to me.” I tie thesecond one and then walk to the end of the bed. “Spread your legs.”
Kyra lifts them and lets her thighs fall open.
My fucking god.
Glistening pink flesh greets me as I stand, stroking my wet cock. I turn the wand on and climb onto the bed.
“Have you played with toys before?” I ask, and she shakes her head.
Good.
I like being her first at this.
I press the wand on her clit and her hips fly off the bed, her arms tugging on the silk restraints.
“Easy, little prisoner.” I say, smiling down at her sexy naked body. Circling her flesh, I do it again, leaving it there to stimulate her sensitive nerves.
“Maddox,” she moans.
I stroke my cock, eager to enter her but equally needing this play time with her. Watching her mouth part, eyes close, and breasts wobble as she shakes with pleasure is enough for now.
Every time I’m with her like this, the chance my father could have her sexy body flickers in my mind.
Fury blends with desire.
Fuck I hate him with every cell of my being.
What if I do let Kyra go and she returns to him? Marries him? Fucks him? A raw and violent need to possess her overtakes me as she lets out a cry. The orgasm rips through her as I fall deeper into the abyss of this gorgeous, feminine creature.
I toss the toy and climb on top of her as a rumble escapes me.
“Mine,” I growl.
“I’m not,” she whispers as my tongue slides over her neck.
She’s wrong.
“Maddox,” she whispers as I line my cock up at her entrance and lift my face to gaze down into her beautiful blue eyes. “Will you ever let me go?”
No.
“I don’t think I can, sweetheart.”
I thrust inside her, balls deep, claiming all of her. I know I’m hurting her, but I can’t stop. I need her to feel me. All of me.
My heart.
My soul.
My pain.
“Please,” Kyra begs.
“Taking complete control, Kyra. I know you want your freedom, but I am a possessive man.” I cup her breast, flicking the nipple, and then take her first arm and tie it to the bedpost.
She gasps.
“You might want your freedom, and perhaps one day I might grant you that, but your body knows it belongs to me.” I tie thesecond one and then walk to the end of the bed. “Spread your legs.”
Kyra lifts them and lets her thighs fall open.
My fucking god.
Glistening pink flesh greets me as I stand, stroking my wet cock. I turn the wand on and climb onto the bed.
“Have you played with toys before?” I ask, and she shakes her head.
Good.
I like being her first at this.
I press the wand on her clit and her hips fly off the bed, her arms tugging on the silk restraints.
“Easy, little prisoner.” I say, smiling down at her sexy naked body. Circling her flesh, I do it again, leaving it there to stimulate her sensitive nerves.
“Maddox,” she moans.
I stroke my cock, eager to enter her but equally needing this play time with her. Watching her mouth part, eyes close, and breasts wobble as she shakes with pleasure is enough for now.
Every time I’m with her like this, the chance my father could have her sexy body flickers in my mind.
Fury blends with desire.
Fuck I hate him with every cell of my being.
What if I do let Kyra go and she returns to him? Marries him? Fucks him? A raw and violent need to possess her overtakes me as she lets out a cry. The orgasm rips through her as I fall deeper into the abyss of this gorgeous, feminine creature.
I toss the toy and climb on top of her as a rumble escapes me.
“Mine,” I growl.
“I’m not,” she whispers as my tongue slides over her neck.
She’s wrong.
“Maddox,” she whispers as I line my cock up at her entrance and lift my face to gaze down into her beautiful blue eyes. “Will you ever let me go?”
No.
“I don’t think I can, sweetheart.”
I thrust inside her, balls deep, claiming all of her. I know I’m hurting her, but I can’t stop. I need her to feel me. All of me.
My heart.
My soul.
My pain.
“Please,” Kyra begs.
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