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SARIEL

THREE DAYS LATER

Nervously, I tuck a wild lock behind my ear and then push the heavy braid over my shoulder.

I’m naked. My cute rose lingerie set made of lace and cotton—or what Uri left of it—is somewhere on the wooden floor.

The blindfold covering my eyes takes away my sight, but all my other senses are alive, sharpened.

The hint of musk in the air from our sweat and the rich smell of sex.

The erotic caress of the velvety, purple collar around my neck and the smooth ties around my wrists.

The clinking sound of the long, thin chains going from my neck to my wrists, at times brushing my hot skin.

The feeling of Uri’s slick cock sliding between my ass cheeks.

His sweaty body behind me, hard and unrelenting.

The bondage itself is new and a little unnerving, but being at his mercy pushes all my buttons—some I didn’t even know existed.

Wanting to experience even more of the unusual intensity my body is savoring, I push my butt out, arching my back.

Uri’s cockhead bumps against my gaping, dripping hole, triggering a series of shivers up and down my body.

“Why touch yourself when you can come just from getting fucked?” he whispers roughly, straight into my ear, pulling on the chains until he forces my hands behind my back—which I didn’t even realize were touching my length.

I can’t come at all!

The cock ring he slid around me thirty minutes ago is pushing desperate tears out of my eyes all over the blindfold. I want to orgasm so badly I’ll do anything he wants.

He nudges my legs further apart with his foot and bends me down from his sitting position.

A tremble of excitement goes through my tingling balls, then up my back, and all the way down, stopping at my bound hands.

He forces my cheek to the wall with a decisive push, the position not very comfortable.

But the location ceases to matter the moment his crown kisses my hole, pressing against my rim.

I can’t see anything, but I can imagine his eyes, pools of fiery hazel filled with depraved desire.

My whole body quivers, empty and craving, my pucker clenching around nothing, attempting desperately to suck the tip in.

And then he thrusts again, all at once, one long, heavy slide of his long cock, his piercing dragging against my walls, so deep in me that it punches the air out of my lungs. For a long moment he doesn’t move, buried, throbbing in me, letting me feel every inch of hard, thick dick.

I moan as he suddenly slides even deeper, leaning forward so I can feel him bury himself to the very hilt. Oh God. Feels like he’s splitting me in two, like he’s reaching my stomach and poking at it.

“You’re thinking,” he says with a voice gravellier than before, pulling back slowly and then slamming into me. “I don’t fucking like it.” His tongue is liquid against the oversensitive skin of my neck.

“About…you,” I confess on a panted breath. How could I not think of him? He has no clue what he does to me. How much space he takes up inside my head.

His dark chuckle pushes some strands to the side, then he sucks hard on my neck.

I gasp and moan as he yanks me down on his dick, pulling the chain on my wrists back.

He’s sitting on a high, rolling chair, his healing leg propped on a stool on my right, but he’s still the one holding the reins—and the chains.

“Sexy as fuck on my cock,” he mutters, all rumbly. His voice melts my insides, and I clench hard around his delicious shaft.

Every time it goes inside, my body tenses at the feel of him filling me up. His hand moves to my head, keeping my cheek firmly on the wall. The fact that I can’t see what he’s going to do to me creates such exhilaration inside it’s becoming hard to breathe.

It hurts. It hurts so good. I don’t have a hope of bracing myself. All I can do is suffer the enjoyment as he pulls me back onto him, setting a brutal pace.

“How does it feel to be railed while handcuffed? To be forced to take it?” He grunts.

Forced? If my mouth could stop pushing out moans, I’d laugh at that. Because I’d never say no to being taken by Uri. To experiencing new levels of ecstasy and torment with him. I can’t get enough, want him so damn badly.

As he keeps ramming inside me, pain and pleasure are intertwined so deeply they become one. The cock ring is sadistic torture—the perfect tool for him. I’ve been on a razor’s edge of an incendiary climax for far too long. I’m going to pass out very soon if Uri keeps edging me.

It feels so good, so, so good. The way the hard, hot cock in me seems to mold my insides into something else.

Something of his. A sob rushes out of my throat as I arch up, trying to meet his thrusts and fuck myself on him, chasing this addictive sensation.

I’m there. I’m there, I can almost grasp it.

The pressure in my belly pulses frantically with my racing heart.

Every single muscle is drawing tight, tighter with each merciless drive of Uri’s hips.

And the tight ring around the base of my length holds me here, in a pre-orgasmic limbo.

“Please, take the ring off. Please…” My voice cracks as I shamelessly beg him.

“Oh fuck, Baby Blue.” He stops his thrusts and pulls out. The abrupt movement makes me cry.

“Widen your legs,” he demands with that moan-inducing guttural voice.

I frown but eagerly oblige, hoping he’ll finally listen to my plea.

He spreads my cheeks, brushing his thumb delicately on the still tender U he carved on my left cheek two days ago with the tip of the switchblade I gave him while I was orgasming so intensely I blacked out.

Bliss and agony exploded at the same time, and my already exhausted brain couldn’t take it.

I’d asked him to give me an indelible mark several times, and he finally did it in the most perfect way.

His hot, wet tongue suddenly spears me, and I cry out my desperate need while all my thoughts vanish into thin air.

“Tell me you love me,” he commands suddenly. He kisses my hole, tongue flicking into the center, insistent and dirty and coaxing.

“Please,” I can barely gasp out. He thrusts his tongue into me, spearing me open, my already stretched rim giving way for him, eager to be filled again.

“Tell me you love me.” I hear the words burrowing into my body, making it vibrate.

“Please, Ur…ahhh, please take it off. I can’t…” I’m on the edge of madness. Hands still trapped on my back, his long fingers around my wrists. My rock-hard dick is jerking and yelling, “have pity!”

“Say it!” he growls before pulling hard on the chains, yanking my torso up. My arms burn, my back aches splendidly.

He slides the ring around my cock off with a confident pull—sucking all the air from my lungs—and then eats my hole like his only job is to feed.

I struggle to keep still; my hips move on their own, my dick weeps incessantly, as Uri increases the pace of his tongue-fucking.

He licks up and down my crack, then swirls his tongue on the rim like he’s enjoying every single inch of me.

This is the first time since he slid the blindfold onto me that I wish I could see him.

“So much to play with,” he breathes possessively on my overly sensitive pucker.

When his warm palm pulls and squeezes my balls, it’s game over. My head rolls back, my guts seem to tear under the pressure of the most powerful climax. On a wail, I scream, “I love youuu…”

My essence rises up to the ceiling and then plummets down, filling my shuddering body again as I paint the wall with ropes of cum.

“Mmm,” he hums with gusto as he gives a last lick, making me jolt.

His fingers start whispering over the skin of my back, possessively tracing the bites, bruises, and scratches he made. Every touch is reverent and entitled, reminding me who I belong to. His hand stops on the U on the rise of my left butt cheek.

“Your skin is painted with my marks. You are my own personal, and only, masterpiece, Baby Blue.”

The madness and obsession in his voice, the force of his dominance, I melt under it.

“But it seems you need some more since I had to repeat myself three times before I got my answer.” There’s a hint of irritation in his teasing tone.

I hear him shifting behind me. Then the rustle of clothes and the clinking of metal…

his belt. Oh shit! Goose bumps erupt all over my arms, still pinned down, and my dick twitches with renewed anticipation.

I’m so drawn by him that I edge backward, pressing my ass into his palm.

He takes hold of the chains on my wrists again as I push my forehead against the wall. Waiting…eagerly for the punishment to start.

“I’m going to give you three stripes across with my belt as a punishment for your selfish behavior.” The sudden feel of smooth leather dragging along my spine makes me tense. Heat coils in my gut.

“One for each time you made me ask.” The small growl that comes out of him pushes a whimper up my throat. The leather continues its slow, cold journey over my nape, my shoulder, and down my arm, almost leaving a flaming trail.

Having reached my limit, I exclaim, “Do it!”

“You sure you’re ready?” He’s still teasing me. Can this be called edging as well? For a masochist like me, it must be.

“Only I know if I’m ready or not! I want it,” I utter with impatience, biting at the inside of my lip to stop myself from begging again.

I arch my back and stick my ass out instead, going for a tempting move.

Hopefully he’ll bite. It sends a tremble of excitement down my spine, and I suck in a deep breath and hold it.

I hear the belt cutting the air just before it strikes hard across my ass.

The harsh sound echoes in the room as I squeeze my eyes.

My body jerks against the sharp pain, and I let out a moan and a cry as the lower half of my butt is set on fire.