Page 49 of Chained By Fate (Dark Billionaires: Vegas #1)

Twenty

ANDY

“ D idn’t I tell you, pet?” Matt purred, his voice a low rumble that shot straight to my core. “A man looks sexy with a tie on, especially down there.”

My gaze dropped back to the sight of my cock, standing proud and damn hard, wrapped in one of his ties like a bizarre, erotic gift.

The fabric was snug, a vivid contrast against my heated skin.

It looked ridiculous and hot all at once, and I knew coming was going to be damn near impossible.

My breath hitched as I realized just how much Matt was toying with me—how much I was letting him. That sneaky bastard.

“You’re going to make this damn impossible, aren’t you?” I muttered.

Matt chuckled, leaning in to brush a featherlight kiss across my lips.

It was a soft gesture, at odds with the wicked glint in his eyes.

“I’ll stop if you ask, pet,” he said softly, his breath mingling with mine.

“You know I’d never force you into anything you’re not comfortable with. But I’ll be sorely disappointed.”

The implication that I might not be able to handle it was a challenge I couldn’t resist. I was no quitter, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to be the one to back down now. My pride reared its head, and before I knew it, I was saying, “It’s fine. I can handle it.”

The smile that spread across Matt’s face was equal parts delighted and devious. “I’m glad to hear that, kitten,” he purred, his gaze roaming over my bound form with undisguised hunger.

As I sat there, my hands secured behind my back and my cock ensnared in silk, all I could do was surrender to the sensations Matt so expertly provided.

And Matt, the beautiful bastard, took full advantage.

He was both gentle and insistent, his touch skilled as he navigated my body with an almost worshipful care.

I was at his mercy, a willing captive to his every whim.

Matt kissed me, soft and sweet, a contrast to the restrained passion humming between us. His kisses trailed down my neck, sending shivers across my skin, and I arched toward him, wanting more. Every touch, every brush of his lips, was like a spark igniting the desire coiled tight in my core.

I wanted—no, needed—to respond, to run my hands through his hair, to feel the weight of his body against mine, to grind my cock against him. But I was trapped, ensnared by my own desire and the restraints that kept me from giving in to it.

I groaned, my head falling back as he nipped at my neck. “This is torture.”

He chuckled against my skin. “The best kind, though, isn’t it?”

Matt’s kisses moved lower, his tongue tracing a path across my chest, and my breath hitched as I anticipated where he might venture next.

I squirmed, helpless to do anything but feel, my body his playground, his to pleasure as he saw fit.

The restraint was maddening, stripping me of the ability to reciprocate, to grind my cock against his body, or to touch him in return.

It was a new kind of ecstasy, one that was both infuriating and exhilarating.

I was aching for release, every nerve ending alight with a desperate need that only Matt could quench.

He was driving me to the brink of madness, and we’d barely even started.

The thought of what was to come left me breathless, my heart pounding in my chest like a caged bird desperate for freedom.

And yet, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Each gentle stroke on my cock made me gasp, each kiss left me breathless.

The tie around my shaft kept everything heightened to an almost unbearable level.

And as Matt continued his sensual assault on my senses, I found myself surrendering completely to the mix of torture and ecstasy he offered so skillfully.

My world narrowed down to nothing but Matt—the feel of him, the taste of him—and every heartbeat echoed with a desire that threatened to consume me whole.

But damn if I didn’t love every second of it.

Matt’s fingers traced the line of my jaw before tilting my head up for another kiss.

This one was deeper, more demanding. My pulse thrummed in my ears, a rhythm of want that drowned out all else.

Matt’s lips were a drug, and I was a willing addict, seeking the high only he could provide.

Each kiss he lavished upon me stoked the fire within, a conflagration that threatened to consume me whole.

I arched into him, desperate for closeness, for friction, for anything that would quell the ache in my bound, aching cock.

But the restraints held fast, a maddening reminder of my predicament.

Matt’s lips left mine, and I was left panting, my body thrumming with unmet need. It was a sweet kind of torture, this denial, one that had me teetering on the edge of sanity. I wanted to beg, to demand more, but the words were lost in the fog of desire that clouded my mind.

Then he was behind me, his strong arm banding around my chest, pulling me flush against him. I was on my knees now, his chest a solid wall of muscle at my back, a stark contrast to the softness of the sheets beneath us.

I felt the head of his cock nudge against my entrance, and I instinctively pushed back, desperate for the connection, the fullness that only he could provide.

Matt didn’t make me wait. With one powerful thrust, he was inside me, filling me completely.

I saw stars, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

My body stretched to accommodate him, a sensation that was both exquisite and overwhelming.

Matt didn’t hold back. He thrust into me with a furious rhythm, his hips snapping against mine in a frenzy of need.

Each pounding thrust hit that perfect spot within me, a spot that turned my bones to jelly and filled my head with a dizzying euphoria.

I was helpless to do anything but feel—my entire body danced to the primal beat he set.

My restrained cock throbbed, the pressure building with every slam of his hips against mine.

Matt’s arms were like iron bands around me, holding me in place as he pounded into me with a relentless pace.

My breath came in sharp gasps, my lungs burning as I struggled to keep up with him.

It was too much, and yet not nearly enough.

I wanted this moment to last forever, even as my body screamed for release.

I don’t know how long he fucked me like that—it could have been hours for all I knew.

Time had no meaning in that moment, only the hot pleasure and the restrained pain that blended together in a blur of sensation.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart.

Matt’s breath was hot and heavy against my neck, his control a stark contrast to the wild way he moved within me.

My body trembled uncontrollably, every muscle taut with the need to explode, but he held me tight, keeping me right on the edge, unable to find that sweet release my body was screaming for.

“Matt, please…” I didn’t know what I was begging for. I just knew I needed something—anything—to push me over the edge.

The plea tumbled from my lips before I could stop it, a desperate litany that seemed to echo in the room. “Please, Matt, please…” My voice was hoarse, raw with need, but Matt was unrelenting, his rhythm unbroken as he drove into me with an intensity that bordered on savage.

A gentle kiss landed at the corner of my mouth, soft and almost sweet in contrast to the brutal rhythm he maintained. “Just a little longer, hmm?” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against my frayed nerves. “You’re doing great, pet.”

His words wrapped around me like a caress, and despite the unyielding pounding, I felt a surge of warmth at his praise.

Damn him. My cock strained painfully against the silk tie, the fabric pulled taut as it stood straight up like some desperate flagpole.

It was absurd and uncomfortable and so damn hot.

Every thrust from Matt pushed me closer to the edge, my body arching against his in a dance of agony and ecstasy, seeking any sort of relief.

I was lost in a sea of sensation, each powerful thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. Matt’s cock was a persistent force inside me, so deep I could feel it pressing against my very core. It was as if he was imprinting himself upon me, branding me with each fervent stroke.

Matt’s hand slid down my belly, his fingers splaying possessively over my skin. “Feel that, pet?” His breath was hot against my ear. “That’s my cock deep inside you. We’re connected, you and I, in this perfect moment. Isn’t that beautiful?”

I could feel the outline of him moving beneath my skin, and the knowledge that he was inside me, that we were so intimately joined, was intoxicating.

His words undid me, igniting a fire within me, sending a rush of pleasure straight to my cock.

I clenched around him, feeling his girth twitch and pulse in response.

Matt let out a hungry growl, his fingernails biting into my hips as he kept pounding into me.

I cried out, my voice hoarse and raw as I lost myself in the overwhelming sensations he assiduously delivered.

I could feel my inner walls clenching desperately around him even more, tightening around him like a vise, a silent plea for release, and the sound that escaped Matt’s throat was nothing short of primal. It was a growl of possession, of triumph, and it triggered something within me.

And then, finally, blessedly, he came. Matt’s body tensed against mine, and I felt the hot rush of his release flooding inside me.

The sensation of him coming undone was enough to push me to the brink, but the tie around my cock held me back, a cruel reminder that my own climax was still just out of reach.