Page 71 of Bound By Thorns

Oh lord, give me strength.

The prospect of being tied up, sent a thrill through me. The thought alone was enough to make my cock scream with anticipation.

She secured both my wrists to the wooden slats of the headboard and gently tied the other tie as a blindfold over my eyes. The fabric obscured my vision but allowed just enough light for me to detect faint movements. I was utterly at Kaylan’s mercy.

Kaylan

My confidence wavered, not constant but in bursts. Yet, as I saw Logan tied up and grinning eagerly, my assurance surged. He was already shirtless, his anticipation visible, leaving just the last pieces of his clothing.

As I hooked my fingers around the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, he helpfully lifted his hips, allowing me to strip them off.

There he was, completely naked. Logan’s body, though marked by scars, was a mastery emanating his strength and allure—undeniably masculine, irresistiblymine.

His cock rested against his stomach, a silent plea for my attention, but I chose to heighten his anticipation. I trailed my fingers slowly from his feet up his legs, deliberately stopping just shy of his eager, rigid length.

“Baby, you’re killing me,” Logan exhaled sharply, a blend of frustration and desire thick in his voice.

“Patience,” I whispered back, a reminder of the time he’d teased me similarly. His grin spread, filled with want, as he took a deep, ragged breath.

Positioning myself between his wide legs, I avoided touching him further, then slowly dragged my tongue from the base of his cock to the glistening drop of pre-cum at the tip. His groans filled the room, a sound so deliciously raw that it spurred me on. His tied hands jerked enough that I knew he could easily get out of the restraint. But he didn’t.

Gripping the base of his shaft, I enveloped the head with my lips, sucking maddeningly while my tongue lavished him with fervor.

“Fucking hell, Chaos!” he strained, his voice a tormented whisper of pleasure.

“Baby, if you don’t—” he started to protest, but I silenced him by taking him fully into my mouth, his length hitting the back of my throat.

“Jesus, I can’t…” His moan was muffled by a mixture of ecstasy and torment.

Tears welled in my eyes from the intensity, but I persisted, withdrawing slightly before plunging down again. He surrendered completely to my control, allowing me this moment of absolute dominion.

“Baby, if there’s a place I’m coming, it’s not your mouth,” he managed between breaths, his grin tortured but teasing.

Reluctantly, I released him, sitting up and positioning myself above him, my wetness sliding tantalizingly along his length but not yet taking him inside. My movements were deliberate, torturously slow.

“Ride me, baby. Please ride me, let me feel you.”

Leaning forward, I pressed kisses along his scarred neck, down his chest, until our lips met in a kiss filled with desperation and urgency. His response was fervent.

Finally, I removed his blindfold, allowing our eyes to meet. His brilliant sapphire blue gaze devoured me with such intensity, I caught my breath. The hunger in his eyes mirrored my own, a raw need that said he wanted me, needed me, as desperately as I did him.

I untied the binds from his wrists, and his hands instantly found their way across my body, his touch conveying a hunger as if he’d been starved of me. “I can’t believe you chose me, Chaos. I’m honored that you’re mine,” he murmured, his eyes shining with a mix of awe and reverence.

“I’m yours, Logan,” I whispered back, positioning myself above him and slowly sinking down onto him. “I’m yours,” I repeated. His length filled me completely, seamlessly, painlessly prompting a curse from his lips as his eyes fluttered shut.

The rhythm of our bodies found a natural sync, and I quickened the pace, each movement intensifying the pleasurebuilding within me. I leaned down, my head resting in the crook of his neck.

“Take control,” I urged softly into his ear.

His hands, newly freed, grasped me tighter, and he took over, his thrust gentle but assertive. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?” he checked after the deep thrust that drew a breath from me.

I nodded against his neck, giving him the reassurance he needed to continue. I felt his gentle kisses across my cheek, my neck, my shoulders.

He thrust again, and then again, steadily driving us both toward the brink, When his fingers found their way to my clit, gently circling it, my moans crescendoed into cries of release, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm.

He followed shortly after, his movements becoming more deliberate until he stilled completely, his release overtaking him. His groans were low and close, filling my ear as he held me tightly, his embrace as protective as it was passionate.

As I began to rise, Logan’s grip tightened, pulling me back down gently. “Don’t,” he confessed, his voice rough with emotion.

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