Chapter 27

Kate

My body is tired already. This is not good. I’m not used to this much attention all at once. Carving out every little dark fantasy of mine and bringing it to life. That’s what Corbin is doing.

My pussy quivers and clenches, eager for more. My ass trembles. Yes, my other hole . I’ve hinted to be touched there before. I’ve even asked for it—after half a bottle of wine. Nothing ever happened though. Painted out as something dirty and forbidden.

Hardly.

Not with what Corbin did.

Teasing and testing me. His tongue being playful yet aggressive. A fingertip using my own orgasm as lube to press and open me like that…

I’m suddenly thrown through the air.

I cry out and then hit Corbin’s bed with a hard thud.

He obviously doesn’t have a three-thousand-dollar special orthopedic comfort mattress with all the bells and whistles.

This is just… a fucking mattress.

I wipe the hair off my face just in time to see Corbin taking his shirt of.

My ex-convict ex is now fully naked in front of me.

His cock is a mile long and thick as a redwood. I feel like he can just lean forward and balance on his cock, it’s that big and stiff.

Thinking about that thing inside me makes me ache in both good and bad ways.

I bring my feet to the bed, ready to bridge my hips and pussy up for his taking.

“No,” Corbin growls as he grabs my ankles and pulls.

Both of my ankles pop and my toes curl.

He reaches to his left and my mouth goes dry when I see him holding a piece of rope. I realize it’s tied to the end of the bed.

He wraps the rope around my ankle three times and gives a hard tug.

It’s tight but I’ll be okay for a little while like this.

He then ties the rope down under the bottom of the bed.

Without even thinking I move my left ankle toward the other side of the bed.

Almost eager for this.

So ready to be tied up and used.

Corbin repeats the same with my left ankle.

I’m tied to his bed. Ankles, at least.

Corbin climbs right onto the bed. Right in front of me. Between my legs.

He grips his massive cock, white-knuckle tight.

He touches between my legs, stroking up and down with his cock, teasing my pussy.

Then he moves up my body, moving away from my pussy.

I growl out loud and blush at the feral sound I just made.

“I’ll fuck you when it’s time to be fucked,” he says.

He swats his left hand against my right breast, slapping me.

Almost as punishment for being annoyed that he’s not fucking me yet.

Corbin moves all the way up my body until his cock hovers over my mouth.

Up close and personal, he’s even bigger.

My mouth waters and remembers what it’s like to have him inside. Thrusting at the back of my throat. Making me throw up.

“Lick,” he says.

I stick out my tongue and rub it against the bottom of his steel-like shaft.

I move my head as much as allowed.

My hands grab at the sheets on the bed.

“Give me your fucking hands, darling,” he orders.

I do as I’m told.

Corbin interlocks his fingers with mine.

I turn my head a little and begin to kiss under his shaft. I try to suck at his massive girth. Desperate for more.

He then makes a quick move.

He pins my hands down to the bed, my arms spread wide.

He hovers over me, the full head of his cock pointed right at my mouth.

Corbin looks down and with precision, he inches himself down and rubs the tip of his cock to my lips. I kiss. I lick. I roll my tongue around him. I groan.

“Yes,” I purr. “Corbin, yes…”

That’s when he moves off the bed, taking himself and his cock away from me.

Before I can grasp what’s going on, there’s more rope.

My left wrist is tied up and tied to the bed.

Corbin walks around the bed and does the same to my right wrist.

“Now you’re all mine, Katie,” he says in a deep voice. “You can’t get away from me.”

He opens the nightstand drawer to my right.

Corbin takes out a knife.

Okay, I’ll admit, my heart is going twice as fast as normal. My breathing is instantly erratic. I feel myself slipping into a full-blown panic attack. And my wrists and ankles are tied to the bed.

I watch Corbin as he stares at the blade of the knife.

His eyes are big. Wide. He’s not forgiving. He’s not… caring …

I am at his complete and total mercy. There’s no escape. Nobody knows where I am. My phone has been disabled. My fiancé is probably getting ready to board a fucking airplane right now.

“So tense,” Corbin whispers. “I can feel it coming off of you.”

Corbin reaches for me, knife in hand.

He places the knife at the middle of my chest and then places the palm of his hand over my heart. Feeling it slamming, racing, beating uncontrollably.

“You don’t trust me, darling,” he says.

“I do!” I cry out. “I swear! I…”

Corbin grabs the knife and I feel the super sharp tip touch my chin and I freeze up.

He runs the knife along my throat. I realize it’s the dull side of the blade.

There’s pressure but no pain. No blood. No true risk.

He slides the knife down to my chest, between my breasts.

The knife moves to my right breast.

“Tell me when,” Corbin says. “I want to know when .”

Without a chance to ask what that means, I feel the actual blade of the knife touch my nipple. I suck in a breath and shiver. My skin becomes tattooed with goosebumps.

Corbin carefully rubs the tip of the knife against the tip of my nipple.

There’s pain. Of course there is.

But I’m not hurt.

He. Will. Never. Hurt. Me.

I nod and swallow hard.

I’m ready for more now.

Corbin presses the knife down and slides it just a little harder.

I groan.

My eyes fill with tears.

That’s my signal for when .

The knife is gone and Corbin replaces it with his mouth, suckling at my nipple.

My wrists pull against the ropes, forgetting they’re tied up.

As Corbin sucks my nipple, he runs the dull side of the knife down the middle of my stomach, up and over my mound, and down between my legs.

There’s a knife touching my pussy right now!

The thought screams in my head. It’s not a thought of fear though. It’s more excitement and curiosity.

I’m terrified in certain ways, but willing in even more.

Corbin’s mouth pops off my nipple.

I look down, looking for blood.

There is none.

My nipple is wet and sucked raw red.

I feel the pressure of the knife between my legs.

Corbin slowly twirls the blade against my soaked labia.

I’ve accidentally cut myself down there with a razor before and it stings and burns and…

Corbin takes the knife away from my pussy and brings it to his mouth.

He holds the knife sideways and places his mouth on it and licks all the wetness from my pussy off.

Once finished, Corbin then holds the knife straight up and down. Without hesitation his tongue flickers against the knife— blade side! —and I watch with a gasp as blood appears.

He tosses the knife to the bed and lowers his mouth down between my legs.

I feel his warm, bloody tongue press against my body, thrusting into my pussy, licking up to my clit.

He pulls away with a wet sound and licks his lips.

He then moves up toward my mouth.

There’s blood on his lips.

As his lowers his mouth down to mine, I’m eager to taste his mouth. Taste myself on his mouth. Taste his tongue. Taste his blood…

I can’t believe this is who I am now. This is what I’ve allowed Corbin to unleash inside me.

We kiss for a few wild seconds and then I feel his touch. His truest touch. His cock. My pussy. Colliding. Connecting. Some kind of anomaly of physics.

He presses and my body wants him. Wants to take all of him.

I just need time to…

“No,” Corbin growls.

He thrusts himself with such intense force, I scream so loud the windows rattle.

If anyone heard that scream, they’re on the phone with the police.

There’s no time to prep or anything.

Corbin just fucks .

It’s not even just him thrusting his huge cock into me.

It’s that my body jumps and tries to twist. The ropes pull tighter everywhere. My feet and wrists now ache with pain. My fingertips tingle, so do my toes.

Corbin pulls his massive size out and thrusts once more.

He’s just going for it.

Pumping himself in and out of me.

Leaving me screaming and writhing, wanting him to fuck me but my body desperate to adjust to his impressive size and motion.

The bed creaks and groans. The metal feet scratch on the floor as each powerful thrust from Corbin has the bed inching away from the wall.

And he keeps going harder. And harder.

And… harder…

He takes his right hand, presses it to the left side of my face. Forcing me to turn my head. Driving my head into the stiff mattress. His strength is unmatched. His cock is pounding into me.

Ironic enough, I see the knife on the bed.

It was less painful to have that knife between my legs than Corbin right now.

Yet I find myself unable to get enough.

I’m so wet and tight, he fucks me into an orgasm that makes me scream again.

He offers me his thumb to bite on and, oh, I fucking bite.

I bite fucking hard.

Corbin grunts and pounds between my legs with even more force.

My inner thighs will be bruised and my insides will be sore for days.

But the truth of it all…

Every now and again, a woman needs to be fucked like this.