Page 60 of Enemy of the State

Without another word, he pulls his belt free of his pants and wraps it around my wrists, pulling it tight. I suck in a sharp breath, our eyes meeting in the mirror as I test the restraints.

By nature, I amnotsubmissive, though I did try slipping into that role once. It didn’t end well. I may or may not haveaccidentallykilled the man who told me to “crawl,” but I gave myself props for trying it. Life is short, so you have to give everything a whirl at least once.

After that experience, and before I met Sean, I’d go to extreme measures to make sure I was never in a position of submission or vulnerability. Now, I find myself itching to let go entirely.Passing him total control would allow me a freedom I’m unfamiliar with. It’s a feeling I find myself apprehensive about indulging in.

Stepping between me and the sink, he grabs a face cloth, running it under the faucet and adding soap. Turning back toward me, he glides the warm cloth over my face, the dingy white towel now tinged with dirt and smears of blood.

The rough cloth erases more of the grimy film coating my skin as Sean carefully cleans my face. His face is stony as he works, focused on the task at hand as he cleans every inch of me. I want to reach up and run the pads of my fingers across his tanned skin, mentally mapping the grooves, lines and planes of his body as I explore him.

But I’m trapped.

While he works, I memorize each freckle on his flesh, the shade of his skin, and sketching the pattern of his veins in my mind. The dog tags around his neck sway and clink softly as he moves, like seductive wind chimes.

He turns, rinsing the cloth and beginning again as he cleans my neck and chest, navigating the cuts. The rough fibers prickle and tease my flushed skin. When he drags the cloth over my pebbled nipples, I close my eyes, leaning forward as I silently beg for more. When he doesn’t give me what I want, I frown, frustration curling in my belly as it mixes with raw need.

“Spread your legs,” he commands once he’s cleaned my stomach and arms.

Pinning him with a defiant look, I don’t move. As much as I’m inclined to submit to Sean, I like fighting him a little, too.

He meets my stare, arching an eyebrow as if to ask if I’m sure I want to test him. “You’re behaving so well, Lou,” he tells me, running a fresh, warm cloth over my weeping cunt, rubbing it over my clit. “It’d be a shame if you lost out on the opportunity to getfucked the way you want because you couldn’t do as you were told.”

Curling my lip a little, I spread my legs.

A satisfied hum vibrates in his mouth the moment my legs spread. “That’s my girl.”

Why does that sound so right, so good, to be his girl? Why does that declaration have my clit pulsing?

He takes his time washing the entirety of my legs and feet, careful of the numerous cuts and bruises on my skin before moving onto my back with a fresh cloth. When he’s finished, he tosses the rag into the empty sink basin with the other soiled cloth.

When he reaches for a third cloth, my patience snaps like a brittle twig. “Aren’t you done yet? When are you going tofeed me?”

I’m starving for him; Ineedhim, Iwanthim. Like a cock-junkie, I’m desperate for a hit of his delicious pleasure, his wicked pain.

Instead of answering me, the corner of his mouth lifts as he rounds me, the cloth in hand.

He seizes me, yanking me back so that I’m flush with his front, my hands trapped in front of me. The tail of the belt gently swats my pussy at the same time he shoves the cloth into my mouth.

“Now, Lou, I’m going to feed you now.”

Fuck, finally!

I whimper into the rag as he dips his hand between my thighs, slipping two fingers inside. “Fuck, you’re drenched.”

A muffled cry permeates the washroom as the pad of Sean’s thumb flicks over my sensitive clit. I pitch my hips back, seeking his cock as his other hand grips me by the back of the neck, shoving me forward forcefully, bending me in half. His other hand abruptly leaves my pussy, yanking my restraints as he lifts my joined hands. It’s not until he’s threading the belt around the faucet in front of me that I realize what’s on the menu.

Bound, gagged, and completely at his mercy, my cunt drips with savage lust.

With heated, rapt attention, I lift my gaze to watch in the mirror as he makes quick work of shedding his remaining boots and clothing. I whine into the fabric when my body blocks the sight of his throbbing erection as he steps up to me.

“Quiet,” he barks, the dark tendrils swallowing his gaze. With my next heartbeat, his hand comes down across my arse in a brutal hit. Biting down on my gag, I brace myself as he spanks me again.

“This is for not trusting me,” he snaps, and I whine into the fabric, shifting my weight.

His hand cracks against my heated skin once, twice more. “This is for thinking I’d have been in on what those assholes did to you.”

My instinct is to roll my eyes, though I know I probably deserve this paddling; however, I don’t have the chance to so much as frown as my eyes are suddenly rolling to the back of my head on their own as his thick cock slides between my legs.

Then, he’s fucking me.

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