Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

K endra

I didn’t have a choice. Not really. Not when he was standing behind me like this.

Was his cock hard when he was looking at me? Was he enjoying the sight of me bound and utterly exposed, prime for the taking whether I wanted it or not?

My pussy clenched hard just thinking about his cock and what it would feel like if he buried it deep inside me.

I shivered as his fingers traced over the backs of my thighs, circling just outside the sensitive folds of my pussy. My breath caught in my throat when he glanced against me there—just the lightest touch, and my entire body tensed as a lightning bolt of pleasure struck right through me, straight to my clit.

Rowan was quiet, watching, taking his time as his fingers moved over my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I could feel his eyes on me, the weight of his gaze, and the knowledge that he was staring at my pussy, studying it like a piece of art, sent a fresh wave of heat washing over me.

My breath came in short, sharp gasps, and I could feel the slickness of my arousal beginning to coat my thighs, my core aching and needy, desperate for more.

“Rowan,” I breathed, his name falling off my tongue before I could stop myself.

“You’re soaking wet, mate. Have you been thinking about me burying myself in this tight little pussy of yours?”

My cheeks burned at his words, and I bit my lip, fighting back a whimper. He chuckled softly, his fingers dipping between my thighs, ghosting over the swollen folds, teasing me with the promise of what was to come.

“You’re mine,” he murmured. “And I’m not letting them have you.”

There it was again—that unyielding possessiveness. And yet, instead of fear, I felt something else stir inside me, something that sent a rush of heat flooding through my veins.

I didn’t understand it. Didn’t even have the slightest clue how to put words to what I was feeling, what was coursing through me like a drug, making my heart race, my breathing quicken. But as he stood behind me, his gaze fixed on me, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, I couldn’t deny the truth any longer.

I wanted him.

He reached out and loosened the bindings around my waist, but only just enough to slip his fingers underneath it. Holding on, I heard fabric rustle behind me and before I knew what was happening, the head of his cock was pressing against my entrance and then he thrust inside of me.

Hard.

I gasped, my back arching, my fingers gripping the sawhorse for support as his cock stretched me, filled me, every inch of him hot and throbbing and claiming. He was huge, his girth making my walls squeeze tight, and I felt the sudden, overwhelming urge to push back, but bound as I was, I could only go so far.

He grunted, the fingers of one hand digging into the soft flesh of my hips, and his grip tightened on the leather strap as he began to thrust, hard and deep and relentlessly. Every stroke sent a surge of pleasure through me, making me whimper and writhe and cry as he began to fuck me so thoroughly that the only thought in my mind was how much I needed him.

I could feel the raw, primal heat of his body as he pounded into me, his cock throbbing and pulsing, his fingers digging into my skin with a fierce, desperate urgency.

It was intoxicating, dizzying, and as the pressure built within me, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

My orgasm came like a flood, crashing over me in waves, and I cried out, my muscles spasming, my inner walls clamping down around his thick shaft. I would have been embarrassed at how quickly his cock had made me come, but there was no time to think about it as pleasure steamrolled through me like a freight train.

He rolled his hips, fucking me so well that my eyes rolled back in my head. My inner walls gripped at his cock, pulling him in at the same time they tried to push him out. It was too much, and not enough, and I could barely form a coherent thought.

His movements became more urgent, and I could feel the tension building in him, his cock swelling even thicker inside me. My pussy ached from his massive girth, but there was nothing for me to do other than take it like a good girl, just like he said I would.

“That’s it, mate. Take every inch of my cock. Take it all,” he growled, his voice strained as his thrusts became harder, faster, his grip on my hip tightening. I pushed back as much as I could, feeling the tip of his cock pounding inside of me, filling me to the brim and driving me crazy.

Before I knew what was happening, I howled, screaming as another orgasm tore through me like a tornado ripping through a cornfield. My whole body trembled, my muscles tensing and relaxing as pleasure flooded every inch of me. Wave after wave crashed over me, drowning out everything else, until all I could feel was his cock pounding in and out of me with savage fervor.

It drove me mad with need.

My orgasm swirled higher and higher, driving my head up into the clouds and then I was falling into the black abyss. My inner walls fluttered and my core clenched tight as my body rolled as much as it was able. A scream tore free from my throat and then he drove into me even harder.

My vision went white.

My pussy clenched tight, and I screamed again, lost in the throes of a climax so intense it was almost painful.

Was sex always this good or was he just particularly skilled at fucking?

The thought didn’t even have a chance to fully form before another wave of pleasure ripped through me, stealing my breath away and turning my legs into useless puddles of goo. I hung there, helpless, completely at his mercy, as his cock pounded into me again and again, his grunts and groans growing louder, more animalistic.

Every stroke of his cock was perfect.

And there didn’t seem to be any end in sight.

My pussy squeezed his length tight, the friction sending tingles all through my body, and I moaned, long and low, unable to do anything but take it as he fucked me, his hips slapping against the soft skin of my ass, the sounds mingling with my ragged breathing.

I pushed back, grinding against him, wanting to feel every inch of him inside me, and his answering growl sent a thrill racing through me, my core clenching hard around his cock.

“You’re going to come for me again,” he demanded, his voice rough. “I want you to scream for me. I want the whole world to know you’re mine.”

My body shuddered, my legs quivering as I struggled to survive, but his cock was buried so deep inside me, stretching me open so wide that the only thing I could do was lie there and take it.

His hand tangled in my hair, tugging a bit harshly, and I gasped, the sting sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. My pussy clenched around him, and I whimpered, my mind spinning as my body whirled swiftly out of my control.

I came again. I couldn’t help it.

He was too much, his cock too big, his thrusts too rough, his hand too possessive. I came apart under him, my inner walls fluttering and squeezing his shaft, milking him, coaxing him toward his own release.

But it didn’t work.

He was in control, and I wasn’t.

The realization sent another rush of heat flooding through me, and I couldn’t help but push back against him once more, needing to feel every inch of his cock buried inside me over and over again.

I drew in a breath, trying to calm the racing beat of my heart, but even as I did, my eyes began to roll back in my head, and I knew another orgasm was waiting in the wings. I tried to fight it, but it was impossible.

There was no stopping the inevitable.

A howl erupted from my throat, and I screamed as I came, my body writhing against him, my muscles spasming, my inner walls contracting around his shaft.

Pleasure exploded inside me, rippling through every inch of me, and I cried out, my voice breaking as another wave of ecstasy crashed over me.

This time, it was too much.

I couldn’t take it.

But you don’t have a choice…

My mind went blank, everything fading away, and I could only dimly hear the sound of Rowan’s voice, his cock swelling and throbbing inside me, his grip on me tightening as he fucked me harder, deeper, faster.

My mouth opened, but no sound came out. My body shook, my legs quivering, and then a wave of heat rushed through me, sending a shudder running down my spine.

In that moment, I broke for him. I shattered into a million pieces.

With one final thrust, he roared along with me, and I felt the warmth of his seed fill me, painting the inside of my walls. His cock throbbed and pulsed, and I clung to the sawhorse, my own climax rushing through me, ecstasy ripping through me like a fire blazing through dry tinder.

We stayed there, panting, our bodies locked together as the waves of pleasure gradually began to ebb. He pulled out slowly, dragging his cock along my inner walls and I gasped, feeling empty without him inside me.

Then he reached for me, swirling his finger through my arousal and his seed. Gradually, he brought his finger backwards and I stiffened as the tip of it traveled up the cleft of my ass until it settled on the tiny hole in between my cheeks.

Without warning, he pushed his finger inside of my asshole and I cried out, the foreign painful feeling almost more than I could bear. The stretch burned a little bit, and my thighs shook as a wave of arousal rushed straight to my core.

Then he leaned in, his mouth next to my ear, his voice low and rasping.

“I’ll enjoy this tight little hole another time, but for now, we have to go,” he murmured, and a shiver raced through me.

The way he said left no room for doubt that he’d fuck my asshole soon, whether I was willing or not.

The worst part was the way my pussy clenched just thinking about that.

And then his finger wasn’t inside my bottom anymore, yet my core was still squeezing tight imagining it was.

He released the restraints and pulled me upright, his arm wrapping around my waist, steadying me. I swayed on my feet, my knees weak and shaky, but he held me close, his scent surrounding me, his body a solid, reassuring presence.

It almost felt like it was meant to be.