Page 139 of Give In

The next was secured even quicker.

“Go ahead and pull,” he said.

I did, and other than the tiniest creak from the wood, I got nowhere.

“Twist, tug, yank. It won’t do any good other than hurting you.” He combed his fingers through my hair. “And that’s not allowed.”

Snorting softly, I tried to turn my head but realized I didn’t even have enough slack to do that. “Why? Because you’re the only one who can hurt me?”

“No. Because I’m the only one who can take care of you.”

I’d thought he was still to the side of me, but his mouth covered my pussy, his tongue spearing deep. Caressing my thighs, he spread my legs for more access, licking from my clit to my ass and back again.

My orgasm was hovering just around the edges when he pulled away. I shifted to follow, only to find my legs unable to move as something dug into my ankles.

His body curved over mine, his cock nestled between my ass cheeks. “I told you not to move, but you did it anyway.” He tugged my secured arms. “Now you have to listen.”

He actually tied me to his damn desk.

I should tell him to untie me.

Why?

Because if I say to, he will.

But why would I want him to?

Do I want him to?

I wasn’t sure what I wanted beyond an orgasm, so I kept my mouth shut.

Damien walked to the front of the desk, stopping where I could see him. Well, parts of him. His hand was working his cock harder, and though I couldn’t see to know for certain, I could feel his eyes on me.

He may have been in charge, but I felt a heady rush of power knowing that I had him that turned on. That he was stroking himself looking at me.

When he moved out of view again, there was nothing I could do but close my eyes, my imagination filling in the visual for the sounds I heard clearly.

The rub of skin against skin.

His soft grunts and harsh breaths.

My own rapid breathing.

“Should I come all over your pretty face, my depraved angel?” he asked hoarsely.

Yes.

“Whatever you want,” I said instead, earning me a groan.

“Or should I fuck your greedy pussy?”

Yes.

“Whatever you want,” I repeated, my voice airy and panting.

“Or should I stretch your tight ass and fuck that?”

Fuck yes!