Page 60 of Unraveling with You

“Naughty Princess. You’re absolutely soaked.” He clicks his tongue. “And here I planned to tease you over the edge first.”

Two of his fingers press into my pussy from behind. Sputtering out a gasp at how heavy the pleasure roots into my gut, I jerk on my restraints. The doorframe creaks in complaint, and we both look up.

I choke out an accidental giggle. “I-is it okay?”

Remington’s deep chuckle tickles my spine just before he kisses the back of my neck. “Yes. You’re safe. Even if it fell, I’d catch you.”

Plunging his fingers deeper, Remington spreads warmth over my bare upper back with his heavy breath. As he curls delicious pressure into my G-spot with thick fingers, I part my lips, forcing Remington to hold me steady as I thrust back into his touch. His erection bumps my squirming ass, hitching my breath; he’s wet too.

Shoving my skirt all the way up to my mid back, Remington exposes my full mark. “Does that feel good, Princess?”

As I lean into the stretch, fucking myself over his fingers while the rope pulls at my core, I release a soft moan through my exhale, closing my eyes. “So good, my knight.”

He hums, kissing just below my neck to send a thrill down my spine. “I thought so. You feel ready for me– Look how deep I can stretch you.”

Adding a third finger, Remington glides deeper, dragging right over my G-spot until his knuckles squish into my ass. I choke out a moaning breath, my legs shaking from how desperately my body wants to spread my tied legs for him.

But as he curls his fingers a few more times, spurring heartier moans from me, I’m surprised by how eagerly I thrust my hips back for more. Remington breathes hard behind me. Soft, slick sounds separate from the ones he’s creating inside me tell me he’s stroking himself in preparation for me.

I twist through the burn in my arms, my pussy gripping his fingers beyond my control. “Sir, you’re– You’re about to make me come too soon–”

Hooking his hand around my hips, Remington pulses one set of fingers inside me, and the other set stroking in every direction over my clit. Pleasure strikes me so deep that I hop, my lungs heaving in time with each penetrative curl of his fingers. My moan escapes as more of a small yell, shocking even me.

“Fuck, yes, Princess. That was hot as hell. Keep going.”

As Remington pulses faster, I hang lower, bucking my hips back over him. The raging fire in my arms makes me lightheaded enough to quiver on the edge, presenting my ass higher for deeper attention.

Just before I come, Remington’s fingers slip from me, replaced by his hot, stiff shaft. He plunges deep in one thrust, pushing a harsh gasp from me.

Remington groans. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so hard–”

With one wet hand smashing my ass into him and the other hooking around my hips to swirl around my clit, Remington spurs me into frantic, gasping moans. The pull-up bar groans in complaint as I wriggle over Remington’s shaft, but neither of us cares about it this time, pleasure crawling up my belly until my climax spills over. I melt into his thrusts, all my weight carried by my wrists. I’m whining through every breath, but I cry out in delight as Remington softly pats my clit in time with his rapid thrusts, extending my orgasm.

“Good girl, Princess, keep–” He moans alongside me. “Keep going.”

I’ve never been this loud, but the sound of my own voice echoing off Remington’s walls doubles the thrill of how I imagine I must look - wrapped up just for him. His delicious, heavy strokes inside me slow with my shaking, exhausted breaths.

Remington drags his hands over my lower belly, stepping closer with a low purr. “God, you did so fucking well, Princess.”

His words inspire a hard squeeze over his cock, forcing him to grunt. But now that he made me come as hard as I could, pain bursts through my arms, no longer numb from pleasure.

For a second, I hesitate. Is this pain bad enough to use our safeword for? Is it really okay to stop him? Maybe I can bear it.

But as Remington hugs me closer, slowing his hips into tender nudges, another blast of pleasure between my legs conflicts with my worries. I want to enjoy this with him, but I can’t.

Wait, of course my pain is enough reason to stop. That’s the whole reason why we planned the scene like this.

Even after validating myself, my heart screams through anxiety; I’m still hardwired to fear a no’s wrath.

I’m hardly able to speak up, my voice quivering. “Sir Remington, I-I see an alligator outside.”

Remington freezes. “Good girl. What a good, good job.” His hands zip to my wrists, pulling them a bit higher to unhook them. I whimper at the deeper stretch, but Remington coos behind my head. “Keep breathing, baby girl. Bear with it for me for one more second– You’ve got this–”

I wince, stretching as high as I can with my limp, blood-drained arms. It’s just enough for Remington to be able to shove the rope off the hook, gasping with me as my arms drop against my thighs with a thud.

“You did it,” Remington rasps, frantically squeezing life back into my arms. I drop back against him, heaving my breaths to the ceiling as I shudder through the buzzing pain of my blood returning to my limbs. As he steps even closer, bending to hug his hips tight against my pelvis, his deep flex inside my core shocks my breath out of me.

Now that I said “no,” having him inside me feels ten times as delicious.

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