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A ria’s breathing is shallow, her cheeks rosy. It’s fucking adorable how she can act like a slut one second, then get all shy the next one. The sight of her sprawled on the bed in front of me makes my cock stir in my pants. It doesn’t help that she’s wearing one of my shirts that’s too big on her.

I get on top of her, slowly unbuttoning the buttons, going from top to bottom. She shivers as I reveal more of her soft skin, my eyes hungrily on her chest. The marks, bites, and hickeys I left on her are still very visible, in a deep shade of red and purple.

Fuck, she looks good all marked up by me.

I lean down, kissing her neck, my hands softly stroking her sides. A small moan slips from her, her hands reaching up to map out my chest and torso. She doesn’t leave a single inch of my skin untouched, and it only makes my cock twitch in my pants.

Her soft skin tastes like honey mixed with red wine. From the moment I tasted her last night in that awful restroom, I became addicted. I never knew how quickly a man could get addicted to a woman, but this is the living proof of it.

Slowly, I push the shirt off her shoulders, and she lifts a little, helping me get it off completely. It’s tossed down to the floor and never spoken of again. My mouth continues to taste her delicate throat, the goosebumps on her skin serving as motivation to keep going.

I distance myself from her, and I swear, I could come right now in my fucking pants.

Her eyes are glossy, filled with intense need and desire. She gives me that sleepy eye look, and it’s enough to have me panting. I get off her and walk to the small dresser in the corner of the room. I rummage through the drawers until I spot a wooden box, then return to the bed, sitting next to her.

Anticipation blooms in her eyes, glancing between the box in my hands and my face. Her brow lifts ever so slightly in question, and I don’t want to tease her. I pop it open and pull out long, silky restraints. A small gasp slips from her lips, and she sits up.

“You want to use these on me?’’ She asks, taking one in her hand and inspecting it.

“Yes,’’ I confirm. “I won’t gag or blindfold you, so just remember your safe word.’’

“Alright.’’

“Do you trust me?”

Aria’s eyes snap to mine, and she doesn’t miss a beat. “Yes.’’

“Good, lie back down for me.’’

Aria listens, lying on her back. I part her legs wide, then tie them up against the footboard. When I picked out the bed frame, I found it odd that both the footboard and headboard had holes in them. Now, it seems this could be the perfect reason to use it.

I make sure it’s securely tight so it won’t come undone, but not too tight to leave any marks. Aria’s eyes carefully follow every movement I make, staring at my hands as I tie up the silk around her ankles. I lift her foot and press a soft kiss on the ankle before moving toward her hands.

Once both of her hands are tied above her head, I pull out a small pocket knife from the bedside table. Her brows crease slightly, but excitement overpowers the uncertainty in her gaze. She bites her lips as I get on my knees between her legs.

Aria releases a breathless chuckle, fisting her hands. My eyes flicker to her eyes, then I bend over and slowly kiss her stomach. Her body pushes into my mouth, needing to feel more of it. I chuckle, slowly making my way up toward her chest.

My tongue darts out and flicks her erect nipple, and her eyes close, moans filling the room. I take her breast into my mouth, sucking on her sensitive bud, then gently grazing my teeth all over it. Her heart picks up the pace, the sound of it beating filling my ears.

My eyes meet hers, and a low groan slips from me. Her pupils dilate slightly, her eyes are wide, and she’s soaking up the feeling of my mouth on her chest. Her lips part, a breathless whine coming out like the sweetest melody, something I want to continue hearing until the day I die.

“Such pretty sounds,’’ I hum, releasing her nipple with a pop. I straighten up, tracing the tip of the blade over her collarbone. It’s sharp, but not sharp enough to harm her. Her eyes follow the blade’s movement, breath hitching in her throat.

“Cove,’’ she whines, and my body tenses. I pull the blade down, reaching her underwear. In a swift motion, I slice through the thin fabric of my boxers, then roughly pull them, throwing them across the room.

“You’re fucking soaked,’’ I chuckle. I throw the knife in the air, watching as her eyes widen. It spins a couple of times, and I catch it by the blade, ignoring the stinging sensation as my palm tightens around it. My eyes are focused on hers as I slowly use the knife’s wooden handle to part her glistening folds, soaking it.

She shudders, biting her lip.

I rub her swollen clit with it, teasingly probing at her entrance. She tenses momentarily, then relaxes as the handle is removed, going back to her clit, pressing on it. A whimper comes from her pretty lips, and a smug smirk tugs on the corner of mine.

“What’s wrong, bunny?” I mock. “Feeling… restricted?”

“What do you think you’re doing with that knife?”

I don’t respond. Instead, I push the handle inside her sweet pussy, watching as her eyes widen in shock, horror, and sadistically, deeply rooted pleasure. A loud moan leaves her mouth as I push the handle in and out, slowly fucking her with it.

The handle is long enough to reach the sweet spot she wants, but I don’t give her the satisfaction of feeling it. My free hand moves to rub her clit with my thumb, giving her the double stimulation that causes her eyes to roll to the back of her head.

Her body starts tensing, and I pick up the pace. My thumb moves in a circular motion, the handle coated with her juices, and all in me is screaming to suck it clean. I can’t wait to taste her on my tongue, to eat her like a starved man.

A ragged breath comes from Aria, and I know she’s close. I can feel her clit twitching under my thumb, and I give it a light press, trying to test the limits.

“Don’t you dare come, bunny,’’ I warn. “If you come without my permission, I’ll have to punish you.’’

I’m not sure why, but the words push her over the edge. Her body trembles, her toes curl, and she cries out my name loudly, coming undone on my thumb and the knife. Tears roll down her cheek at the intensity, and as I remove my finger and the wooden handle, she slowly starts to come back down.

“What a greedy slut.’’ I slap her pussy, and she yelps, trying to pull back. She hisses, realizing just how restricted she is. The fucking problem is that she has this gloating expression on her face. She’s being defiant, knowing it will piss me off.

And it’s working.

“Yeah?” She smirks, sweat covering her chest and forehead. “And what are you going to do about it, huh?”

I laugh, shaking my head. I put the knife aside and stripped out of my sweats and boxers, gripping the base of my cock. The tip is coated with precum, and with each stroke, more of it slips out, dripping down the length. Aria’s eyes change into a darker shade of blue.

“I’m going to make you cry, bunny.’’

I turn, fixing up the restraints on her feet and making them longer. Once it’s done, I turn back around and lift her legs over my shoulders. Her eyes widened slightly, her lips trembling. I position the tip of my cock, aligning it with her entrance.

My hand wraps around her throat, and I push my hips forward. A loud cry slips from her, and a low groan comes out of my mouth. It’s the deepest I’ve been in her, and I stop, just feeling her inner walls grip me, squeezing me.

“Cove,’’ she whispers. “Move, please.’’

I kiss her roughly, pulling back until only the tip is inside, then slamming back into her. She cries out into the kiss, moaning. The kiss is harsh and sloppy, her sweet mouth sucking on the tip of my tongue. An animalistic growl rumbles from the depth of my chest as I find a rhythm that causes moans to fill the room.

“Cove,’’ she screams out. I don’t even know how the fuck she does it, but she comes again, this time harder than the first. I smirk against her lips, sinking my teeth in her bottom lip and tasting her sweet blood. “I’m too sensitive.’’

“Sluts like you don’t deserve mercy, bunny,’’ I laugh, pulling back to look at her. “You came without my permission. Twice. Now, let’s see if you’re really that sensitive, huh?”

She cries out, body trembling. Her hands are balled into fists above her head, and no matter how hard she tries to get out of the silk restraints, it’s secured nicely around her wrists. The fight is futile as I continue to thrust savagely inside her, feeling her cum coat my cock, dripping down my balls.

“Do you know what I’m going to do?” I ask, murmuring in a deeper voice.

Her eyes snap to mine. “What?”

“I’ll have you begging for me to breed your little pussy. I’ll have you begging to be filled with my come, bunny.’’

She moans, body arching to meet my thrusting. My palm sprawls on the lower part of her stomach, pressing to feel just how deep inside her I am. Aria whimpers, eyes swelling with tears at the intensity.

Seeing her so fucking vulnerable, so pathetically beautiful at my mercy, makes my balls tighten. The orgasm starts approaching at the same time I feel her body tensing up again. A low, lazy smirk tugs on the corner of my lips, and I laugh.

Her hair is messy, her cheeks are stained with tears, and she’s staring at me with wide eyes, half scared of what I’ll make of her, half excited to see just how far I’m willing to push her buttons.

“Beg, you little slut.’’

Her mouth opens, and I take the opportunity to spit in. Without having to be told a word, her mouth closes, and she swallows my saliva. I nuzzle my face in the crook of her neck, holding her thighs in a painfully tight grip.

“Good girl, bunny. Such a good girl for me. Now, beg.’’

Her soft whimpers fill my ear, chills running down my body. Her lips are right next to my ear as her voice raises slightly.

“Please, Cove,’’

“Please, what?”

“Please, breed me. I want to feel your cum in me, please.’’

That’s not what I was expecting, but it’s not unwelcome. I lift my head, giving her a wide grin. I intensify the thrusting, picking up the pace, watching as her mouth parts, forming an ‘‘O’’ shape. She swallows, thickly.

“That’s it, bunny. Beg for me to breed your cunt.’’

Her words are laced with a hint of desperation, the plea undeniable. The rougher I fuck her, the more she begs and cries. It’s such a pretty sight, one that I’ll never forget. Her body beneath mine, like it was made to be owned by me.

“Cove, please,’’ she whispers frantically, biting into her bottom lip, “cum in me. Please.’’

That pushes me over the edge. I push forward and at the same time pull her onto my cock until I bottom out, my cum filling her up entirely. A loud groan comes from me, eyes closing as I savor the feeling of her warm cunt taking up all of my cum.

Her orgasm follows suit, dripping down on my cock, coating the sheets under her. Her breathing is heavy, eyes closed as she tries to come down from the high. I keep my cock inside her until I’m spent, then slowly pull out.

I kiss her calf on my shoulder before gently placing her legs down. I spread them wide apart, watching as my cum drips out of her, trickling down onto the white sheets. I part her folds, coating my finger in the warm liquid, then smearing it all over her clit.

“So fucking perfect.’’

Aria laughs. “Be grateful I’m on birth control.’’

My body tenses, and I look up at her. “Fucking hell, I didn’t even think about that.’’

Slowly, I untie her ankles and wrists, then walk out of the bedroom. I start the water in the tub. She’s a woman; she must like her showers boiling hot, right? Is it because she’s a devil reincarnated, or does she really not feel how hot the water is?

The water runs, filling the tub. I’m quick to go and grab a towel and a bottle of water before returning to the room. She’s lying in the same position I left her in. Her head tilts to the side, a small smile on her lips.

I help her sit up, and she drinks the water while I carefully clean between her legs.

“You didn’t have to do that,’’ she says, tossing the empty bottle aside and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. I ignore her and make sure it’s cleaned before picking her up in bridal style and carrying her to the bathroom.

As she gets under the water, lying in the tub until water reaches just below her nose, I can’t help but feel something stir awake in my chest. It’s the same feeling I’ve felt every time I’ve been in the same room with her since she confessed to me.

What the fuck is it?

It’s getting harder to ignore it. It’s almost painful how much I yearn to hold her close and be by her side at all times. It’s maddening how much she has me in a chokehold, how much she’s not even noticing the effect she has on me.

Why do I feel like this?