Page 43 of Fragile Twisted Vows

Because I grew bored of the socialites. Of the beautiful, predictable women.

I need excitement. Thrill. Shock. And mostly, power.

Everything that those women couldn’t give me.

Everything that Lucille will.

I tighten the rope around the pale flesh of her wrists and give it a slight tug, making sure they’re holding her, but not tight enough to cut skin.

I don’t ask her how she’s feeling, because I can see it in her brilliant, now darkened eyes.

She’s enthralled with the sight before her, with her wrists tied to my bed post.

When they travel away from her own skin, they land on me, and the look she gives me has my cock hardening to fucking stone.

“Now what-”

My hand clamps down over her plump lips.

“Not a sound, remember?” I growl and she nods slowly, moaning softly against my palm, soft enough to vibrate against my skin, but loud enough to hear.

It sends shivers down my own spine.

“But if you have trouble…” I trail off as my eyes skim from her breasts to her bare thighs as the short skirt she’s wearing hikes to the top as she shifts on her knees on the bed.

Jesus, I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this hard.

“Take this,” I growl as I remove the tie from my neck. Her eyes light up as she realizes what I’m about to do and fuck if that doesn’t excite me.

I move behind her now, her knees on the edge of the bed as her front faces the post that her wrists are tied to. My feet dig into the floor as I tie my dark grey tie around her face, sealing it over her lips as her breasts rise from her sharp exhale. My cock presses against her plump ass that peeks out from beneath her skirt. The body suit she’s wearing underneath is more like a thong, giving me ample view of her perfectly round ass. I see silver buttons and thank god or the universe for giving me equal access.

I don’t have time to undress and savor her after her punishment.

I want to take her hard and fast after I mark her skin.

I want her sweet little pussy to wrap around me like a vise as I lose myself inside of her, something I’ve imagined too often, for too long.

Something I never cared to admit.

Until now.

I grab her jaw with one hand, pulling her head to my throat as my dick presses deeper against her ass and her back arches. Her shoulder blades are pressed firmly against my chest.

“I shouldn’t enlighten you, but I can see that you’re curious,” I rumble, my teeth at her earlobe as she shivers in my hold.

“I never got to finish what we started in the shower the other day. Your punishment for defying orders and following me into one of my very private jobs.” I growl as my hand moves from her jaw to her ponytail. I twist it around my fingers and give it a rough tug.

I watch as her long nails dig into the wood of the post, her wrists bunching beneath the rope as she grows excited from my words.

It makes me fucking excited too.

I push her forward, my hand still wrapped in her blond ponytail as I bend and manipulate her luscious body.

She arches her back for me without even a command, giving me a full view of her ass.

I know she’s inexperienced. I know for a fact she hasn’t been with many men, mostly because I know she’s desperate to keep out of the spotlight due to her father. She likes to hide in the shadows, like he’s taught her to all of her life.

She’s doing this because she’s eager. She’s moving her body and following my guidance because she’s excited for me.

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