36. Silas

36

SILAS

C lara's beauty captivates me as I carry her to our master suite. Her willingness to please me is intoxicating. The weight of her body feels perfect in my arms, soft and womanly. I'm desperate to claim her but want to savor this moment. I want to own every inch of her mind and body.

I place her on her knees in our bedroom, facing the bed. Her chest presses against the soft comforter, body bent at the hip offering herself to me. Her willingness excites me. The idea of testing her limits, then pushing her boundaries to give her something she has never experienced before makes my skin vibrate with anticipation.

I reach into the nightstand drawer and pull out a silky black rope. I move behind her, my body close enough that she can feel my heat. Slowly, deliberately, I begin to bind her.

I let the rope dance across her spine, savoring how she trembles at its promise. Each knot is deliberate, calculated—right wrist to thigh, then left, creating my own work of art. The loops through her elbows complete my masterpiece, giving me perfect control. She's bound and vulnerable, a gift wrapped specifically for my darker appetites.

"I want you to feel every sensation, every touch, and every stroke," I whisper, my breath hot on her neck. "Surrender to me, Clara."

"I'm yours, Silas," she replies, her voice thick with desire.

I step back, admiring my handiwork. Her body is a work of art, curved and bound, waiting for my touch. I take a moment to appreciate the view before joining her on the bed.

The toys I bought lay on the bedside table, inviting me to explore her deepest desires. I pick up a blindfold and secure it over her eyes, giving her a few moments to realise how it heightens her other senses. Her breath quickens as I trail a riding crop along her back, teasing her with the prospect of pain.

Then, I reach for a pair of anal beads, smooth and slick. "I've been thinking about this," I whisper, my lips close to her ear. "I want to take you places you've never been before."

I grab the lube and put some on my finger before sliding it inside her ass. "Have you ever done this before, Clara?" My voice is low and demanding.

She bites her lip, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "A few times, but... I didn't like it."

"You'll like it with me, Clara. I promise." My voice is hoarse with desire as I trail my fingers along her spine, feeling her shiver beneath my touch.

"I think you're right," she admits, her voice soft and breathy. "I trust you, Silas."

Those words send a jolt of desire through me. I want to own her completely in this moment—to possess her body and her trust. I pick up the small dildo and coat it generously with lube.

"Relax for me, Clara," I instruct. Her ass is offered up to me, and I take a moment to admire the sight before guiding the tip of the dildo to her entrance.

Slowly, I push forward, watching her back muscles for any signs of tensing or pain. Her breath hitches, and her muscles clench around the intrusion. "Breathe, Clara," I remind her. "Take it nice and slow."

I hold the dildo steady, giving her time to adjust to the sensation. She lets out a soft whimper, and I resist the urge to thrust forward. "That's it, just like that," I encourage, my voice a low rumble. "Feel how good it can be."

Clara's body gradually relaxes, and I move the dildo in and out, slowly building a steady rhythm. Her breath quickens, and her chest rises and falls with each push. I lean forward, my lips close to her ear. "Let yourself enjoy it, Clara," I whisper. "There's no shame in feeling pleasure."

As I continue to thrust, her body responds. Her breathing becomes more ragged, and her hips begin to move in sync with my movements. "That's it, let go," I urge, my voice hoarse with my own building desire. "Surrender to the sensation."

Clara's body tenses, and she bites her lip to stifle a moan. "Don't hold back," I command gently, my hand sliding across her stomach to flick her clit. "Let yourself fall, Clara."

At my words and my fingers against her clit, she cries out, her body shaking as waves of pleasure wash over her. I continue to move the dildo slowly, drawing out her release and prolonging her ecstasy.

I grab the lube once more and pour it over her beautiful ass. My cock throbs, needing release, but I want to prepare her first. My fingers trace the curves of her body, teasing her sensitive spots, while I ready myself for the next step.

"You're doing so well, Clara," I praise, my voice rough with desire. "But now it's time to take things further. I'm going to give you something bigger."

I press a larger dildo against her entrance, watching her body tense slightly at the increased size. "Relax for me, Clara. Breathe through it," I instruct, my voice gentle but firm.

I push slowly, steadily, feeling her body yield around me. Her breath quickens, and a soft whine escapes her lips. "That's it, take it all," I encourage, my thumb finding her clit to provide some relief from the stretch. "I'm going to make you feel so good, Clara. So fucking good."

The dildo slides deeper, stretching her, and I begin to thrust gently, building a steady rhythm. "You like that, don't you? Feeling so full. Knowing I'm preparing this tight little ass for my cock." I lean down, my lips brushing her ear as I whisper, "You're mine, Clara. This body is mine to play with."

She whimpers, her body squirming beneath me as her arousal builds. "Yes, Silas," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "Yours to play with. To take. To own."

My breath hitches at her surrender, and I thrust the dildo deeper, quicker. "That's right, admit it. Admit you're mine." I lean forward, tugging gently on the ropes binding her wrists. "Say it, Clara. Tell me who you belong to."

"I belong to you, Silas," she cries out, her body shaking as pleasure washes over her. "Only you. Please, I need?—"

Without missing a beat, I withdraw the dildo, earning a whimper of protest from her.

I reach for the lube again, my body aching with need. "You want my cock now, don't you, Clara?" I ask, my voice harsh with desire. "Tell me you need it deep inside your tight little ass."

"Please, Silas," she begs, her voice raw and hoarse. "I need it. I need you."

How could I deny her? She's bound, helpless, and so beautiful in her surrender. Her ass is stretched and ready, waiting for me to claim her.

I slick myself up, moaning softly at the anticipation. Slowly, I position myself at her entrance, feeling the head of my cock press against her. With a gentle but firm pressure, I slide inside, savoring the sensation of her tightness surrounding me.

"Oh, fuck," I groan, closing my eyes as I sink into her heat. I hold still for a moment, letting her adjust to my size. "So good, Clara. Your body was made for me.”

"Move, please," she begs, her voice strained. "I need you to fuck me."

I start to move, my cock gliding in and out of her ass with each thrust. Her body is pure perfection, and the way she yields to me is exquisite. I love how she surrenders, the way she begs. It fuels my desire, knowing I possess her completely.

"You like my cock in your ass, don't you, Clara?" I growl, my voice filled with dark pleasure. "Admit it."

"Yes, Silas," she breathes, her voice shaking. "I love it."

I tighten my grip on her hips and thrust harder, faster. "I knew you'd like it. I knew your body craved this. Craved the feel of me stretching you, filling you up."

Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through me. I lean forward, my chest pressed against her back and whisper, "This ass is mine, Clara. My territory. I'm marking you as mine, branding you with my cock."

Her body clenches around me, and I groan, feeling my control slip. I want to pound into her, claim her fully, but I force myself to hold back, to give her time to adjust.

"You like that, don't you?" I tease. "Like the feel of my thick cock stretching you open."

"Yes," she moans. "Feels so good. Harder, please."

I pull out almost entirely, leaving just the tip inside her, before slamming back into her. "How about that?" I growl, my body demanding release. "Hard enough for you?"

"Yes!" she cries out, her voice high and desperate. "Harder, faster, please!"

I give her what she wants, my body slamming into hers with each thrust. The ropes binding her wrists to her ankles dig into her skin, and she moans, her pleasure and pain mixing into a heady cocktail that drives us both wild.

"You're so beautiful like this, Clara," I whisper, my lips brushing her shoulder. "So helpless and desperate. It turns you on, doesn't it? Being tied up and taken."

Yes—oh god—yes," the words spill out between desperate breaths. "You... you know what you... what you do to me..

Her words fuel my desire, and I pound into her harder, my balls slapping against her ass. "You're mine, Clara," I grow, my hand reaching around to rub her clit. "Come for me now. Let me feel your climax while I'm deep in your ass."

I can feel her body tensing, her muscles contracting around me as her orgasm washes over her. She cries out, her voice filling the room, and that's all it takes for me to lose control. I grasp her hips and slam into her, chasing my own release. I'm consumed by a primal need to mark her, to breed her ass, and claim this exquisite creature as my own.

"Fuck, yes!" I growl, my voice harsh with desire. "Take it, Clara. Take my cum."

I thrust hard and deep, feeling my cock twitch and spasm as I fill her with my release. My hands dig into her soft flesh as I grunt, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. I'm overwhelmed by a sense of possession—a deep, visceral satisfaction that I've claimed what's rightfully mine.

"Holy shit," she breathes, her body still trembling in the aftermath. "That was... intense."

"I want to give you so much more," I whisper, my lips brushing her ear. I untie her wrists from her thighs and gently rub them to restore circulation. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"I'm better than okay," she assures me, turning her head to capture my lips with hers. "I want more, Silas. Take me again."

Her words ignite a fire in me, and my cock stirs at the thought. But first, I want to savor this moment, to hold her close and feel her heartbeat against mine.

I scoop her into my arms, lifting her effortlessly from the bed. She's warm and soft, her body fitting perfectly against mine. I gently kiss her lips, cheeks, and forehead then carry her into the bathroom.

I set Clara down on the cool marble floor, her skin still flushed from our encounter. The massive tub beckons as I turn the faucets, watching the steam rise and curl. My hands move slowly—not from exhaustion, but from an unfamiliar emotion stirring in my chest.

"Let me take care of you," I murmur, reaching for the bath oils. The scent of lavender fills the air as I pour a generous amount under the running water.

Clara's eyes meet mine, soft and trusting. Something shifts inside me—a crack in the carefully constructed walls I've built over years of isolation. For the first time, I want to give rather than take. To cherish rather than possess.

I test the water temperature, adjusting it until it's perfect. The tub could easily fit four people, but right now it feels intimate, meant just for us. I help Clara step in, supporting her weight as she sinks into the warm water with a contented sigh.

"Join me?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

I slip in behind her, pulling her back against my chest. Her head rests on my shoulder, and I reach for a soft washcloth. As I run it over her skin, I'm struck by how natural this feels—this desire to care for her, to ensure her comfort and pleasure.

My hands move with reverence now, different from the demanding touches of before. I want to worship every inch of her, to show her that she's more than just an object of desire. She's become something precious to me, something I will protect at all costs.

I press my lips to her temple, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin. This feeling—this need to nurture and cherish—is foreign territory for me. Yet with Clara, it feels right—essential, even—like a missing piece of myself I never knew existed until now.