Page 50 of Chained By Fate (Dark Billionaires: Vegas #1)

I was teetering on the edge, a slave to the pleasure Matt was so expertly wringing from my body. And just when I thought it was over, he started moving again, his cock still hard within me, drawing out our connection with long, languid strokes that fanned the flames of my desire.

The pleasure was almost too much to bear, each thrust driving me further into the abyss of ecstasy. I was helpless, completely at his mercy, and I knew that when I finally tumbled over the edge, it would be a fall from which there was no return.

Matt’s lips found mine once more, his kiss fierce and claiming as he continued to thrust into me with a renewed vigor. I was lost in him, in the feel of his body against mine, in the never-ending rhythm that promised both agony and rapture.

My body was a tightly coiled spring, poised on the brink of release, and Matt was the cruel hand keeping me wound up.

Every thrust sent me spiraling higher, the friction of his cock against my prostate driving me to the brink of madness.

I was delirious with need, my thoughts reduced to a single, desperate plea for release.

“Matt… please… I can’t—” My voice was ragged, a mere shadow of its usual self. But Matt was sedulous, his hips snapping against mine with a ferocity that left me gasping for air.

“Look at you, pet,” he purred, his voice thick with arousal. “You look so beautiful like this, all desperate and needy for my cock.”

His words, though meant as a compliment, only served to fuel my frustration. “Fuck you,” I hissed, anger and arousal warring within me.

That earned me a sharp nip at my shoulder, followed by a deep thrust that had me seeing stars. “Language, kitten. And no, I don’t think I’m ready for you to come just yet.”

“You son of a—” I gasped. “When this is over, I’m going to?—”

But my threat was cut short by the searing heat of his lips against mine, a kiss that was equal parts punishment and reward, fierce and demanding. My protests died on my lips as his tongue tangled with mine, and damn if that didn’t make me even hotter.

Matt pulled back, his stormy eyes gleaming with a mix of desire and something softer that I couldn’t quite name. “I’m going to make you beg, pet,” he vowed, his voice a rough whisper. “Beg for my cock, beg for release.”

And then he was fucking me again, harder and faster than before, his cock a relentless piston driving into me.

Each thrust sent shock waves of pleasure through my body, pushing me closer to the edge I’d been teetering on for what felt like forever.

I lost myself in the feel of him, his rhythm merciless as he drove into me with a primal urgency.

My cries of pleasure-pain filled the room, mingling with the wet sound of skin on skin and the occasional expletive that slipped from my lips.

“Such a dirty mouth,” Matt murmured, his voice filled with dark amusement. “I can’t wait to fill it with something that’ll make you swallow those words.”

I was past the point of coherence, my body nothing more than a vessel for the pleasure Matt was wringing from it.

And when he came again, his cock pulsing deep inside me.

But Matt wasn’t done with me yet. He pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and aching, and before I could catch my breath, he was kneeling before me, his eyes glittering with a triumphant light as he took in the sight of me, still bound, with my cock painfully hard and aching for attention.

He traced a finger along the length of my shaft, his touch featherlight and teasing.

“You’re so gorgeous like this, pet. I could look at you forever. ”

“Matt…” I gasped, my hips involuntarily bucking toward him. “Please… untie me… I need… to come… so bad.”

“I know you do, pet,” he purred, his lips curving into a sinful smile. “And you will. Eventually.”

“Matt, please…” I begged again, my voice hoarse from all the screaming and pleading. “Untie me… I need… to come.”

He chuckled, a low, wicked sound that made my heart sink. “Soon, pet,” he promised. “But first, I want to taste you.”

And taste he did, his tongue darting out to tease the head of my cock, his lips kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin.

The silk tie was soaked through with precum, the fabric abrading my skin in the most delicious way.

He sucked gently, his tongue swirling as his fingers toyed with the sensitive tip, teasing me mercilessly.

It was a sweet kind of torture, one that had me alternating between cursing Matt’s name and begging for mercy.

I was his plaything, and he wasn’t done tormenting me.

“Oh, fuck…” I breathed, my hips bucking instinctively. “Please, Matt… I’m so close… Let me come… Please?—”

But before I could finish my desperate plea, he’d pulled away, leaving my cock throbbing and my body begging for mercy.

A wicked gleam shone in his eyes as he kissed me softly, his tongue tangling with mine.

When he moved back, his arms wrapped around me, and before I knew it, I was lifted off the bed.

“We can’t have you spurting your cum all over the furnishings,” he said. His voice held a playful edge, and damn if that didn’t send a thrill of anticipation shooting straight to my groin. Joy, relief, and excitement warred within me; finally, I was going to get what I so desperately needed.

Matt carried me effortlessly into the bathroom, my body still trembling from the exquisite torture he’d subjected me to.

He maneuvered us into the shower and then put me down.

My legs felt like jelly, barely holding me up as I leaned against the wall for support.

Matt turned on the shower, and as the warm water cascaded over us, the remnants of my restraint washed away, the soothing spray helping to calm my racing heart and overexcited skin.

But Matt wasn’t about to let me relax just yet.

He pulled me against him, the feel of his hard body against mine reigniting the fire within me.

He lifted one of my legs up, hooking it over his hip, opening me up to him.

The new position allowed the water to hit me at just the right angle, amplifying the sensations coursing through my body.

I almost came undone. “Matt, please,” I begged, my voice hoarse and thick with longing. “Just untie me and let me come already.”

A chuckle reverberated through his chest, sending little thrills coursing through my body, his fingers tracing the lines of the silk tie that still bound me .

“Not yet, pet. I want to feel you like this a little longer,” he said, the wicked glint in his eyes telling me he had no intention of releasing me from my silken bonds just yet.

And then he was pressing against my entrance once more, his cock sliding into me with ease.

The sensation was electric, a jolt of pleasure that made my head spin.

He started pounding into me with a relentless rhythm that drove me wild.

I moaned, my head falling back against the tile, his thrusts measured and deliberate. Each stroke fanned the flames of my desire, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I cursed, I moaned, I made all sorts of wild threats.

“Fuck… Matt, you… son of a… bitch,” I groaned as he started to move, his arms holding me steady. “Next time… I swear… I’m gonna?—”

My words were cut off by a gasp as he hit that perfect spot within me, again and again, rendering me incoherent. I was reduced to a mess of pleas and moans, my body arching into his with every thrust.

“You’re going to what, kitten?” he teased, his voice laced with amusement. “Tie me up and have your wicked way with me?”

I gritted my teeth, trying to form a coherent threat, but all that escaped my lips was a string of curses. Matt just chuckled, his eyes flashing with delight at my reaction.

“Next time,” he promised, his voice hoarse as he quickened his pace, “I’m going to bend you over the edge of my desk and fuck you senseless. I want to see those gorgeous legs of yours wrapped around my waist as I take you from behind.”

His words sent a thrill rushing through me, and my inner walls squeezed tighter around him. “Matt… you—” I gasped between thrusts. “When this is over… I’m going to tie you up… make you beg…”

Matt laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest and into mine. “I’d like to see you try,” he said with a wicked grin.

His words only fueled my desire further. “You just… wait,” I threatened breathlessly.

He chuckled again but didn’t slow his pace. “And when I’m done with you next time,” he growled softly in my ear, “I’m going to take you on every surface in this house… make sure every inch of you remembers who you belong to.”

His words sent a fresh wave of thrill rushing through me again. My body responded instinctively, squeezing tighter around his cock as pleasure surged through every nerve ending.

“Fuck…” I moaned, completely lost in the overwhelming sensation.

Matt’s pace increased, his hips snapping against mine with renewed vigor. The sound of our bodies moving together, combined with the steady rhythm of the water, was almost hypnotic. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body thrumming with the need for release.

“Matt, please…” I begged, my voice hoarse with desire. “I need to… come. I can’t… take it anymore…”

But Matt was unfaltering, his thrusts growing more frenzied as he chased his own release.

And when he finally came, his body shuddering against mine, I felt a surge of relief mingled with a pang of disappointment.

I was still bound, still aching for my own climax, but I knew it was coming. Matt had promised.

Oh God. The way he fucked me, it was like he was trying to brand me from the inside out, his cock relentlessly driving into me, hotter and harder and faster than before. I was a writhing mess of sensation, every thrust sending me higher, pushing me closer to the edge of sanity.