Page 17 of Resisting Isaac

Worried I’ve done something wrong, I lift my eyes to his.

“Sorry, I just wanted to?—”

“Never apologize for that,” he interrupts. “New rule, never apologize for anything you do while we’re fucking.”

I smile softly. Something tight in my chest loosens. His lips lands on mine and I let him drink from my mouth until I need oxygen.

He has the perfect tongue. Sweet, warm, laced with whiskey and me. I’m not usually big on kissing, but this man is a make out master.

He kisses my chin, my neck, then each of my breasts. My nipples are so sensitive I almost come again when he sucks them into his mouth. The pinch of pain is exhilarating as hell. He seems to realize this and squeezes my breasts with both hands while alternating sucking my nipples until I’m nearly coming again.

My hands want to rake through his hair, but they’re still bound.

He lifts me suddenly, setting me on the table I was bent over not long ago. He spreads my legs wide then shoves my feet up so my knees are bent beside me. It’s hard to remain upright like this but he holds me, then lowers me so my back is against the table and I’m staring at the ceiling.

His mouth makes its way downward, biting my nipples gently, teeth scraping down my tummy, tongue swirling my belly button, then diving into my pussy once more.

He lavishes attention on my clit, switching between licking it and sucking it until I’m twitching on the table.

The sounds coming from me aren’t human. I hear them as if they’re being made by a dangerously feral creature nearby. But I can’t be bothered to care.

He licks me clit to ass then back again over and over until I’m mindless.

I can barely form thoughts, much less words when I hear him tearing open a condom wrapper.

“Tell me what you want, spitfire,” he demands. “Because I had planned to bring you here and fuck you sweetly like the princess you appear to be. But you surprised me. You want it rough?”

I nod rapidly, still trembling on the table.

“You want to be untied first?”

I shake my head no.

He grips the reins wrapped around my hands and pulls me upright until our chests are pressed together, stares into my eyes so hard I can’t speak. “I’m going to readjust them, so your hands are bound in back instead of front.”

He brushes his nose against mine, then winks, unties the reins, then reties them with my hands behind me.

Once he’s finished, he looks at me with that cocky grin of his.

“I bet the boys you’ve been with before fucked you sweetly, didn’t they? Gazing into your eyes like lovesick idiots while boring the shit out of you with missionary?”

Is he a mind-reader now? I swallow and nod.

His grin is self-assuredly wicked. “They were intimidated by how insanely beautiful you are. They didn’t take the time to learn what you needed. You want to be fucked like a whore, don’t you?”

Now, normally, I would not condone this type of derogatory slut-shaming language. But in this moment, I kind of love it.

“I want you to fuck me like you paid for it,” I say evenly, surprised my ability to speak has returned.

His grin widens. “Baby, I’m going to fuck you likeyoupaid for it.”

He turns me quickly, moving behind me and bending me roughly over the bed. He leans over and says into my ear, “I bet you’re a very good girl. I’ve tasted you and I knowyou’re sweet. But this,” he pauses, runs his condom-covered cock along my wet center, “is a needy, greedy, bad girl pussy.”

With that, he shoves himself inside of me. Slams in to the hilt and holds his cock against my G-spot until I whimper.

He pulls completely out, making me cry out in protest, then slams inside again.

He alternates between gripping my bound hands and my hair, using my body as leverage to take his pleasure how he wants.