Page 52 of Stolen Sun

“Declan?” I ask, unsure what is happening.

“You look beautiful in chains,” he says from behind me. “I think I’ll buy us some for the bedroom.”

My heart speeds up as fear trickles down my spine. I’m attached to the fucking ceiling. My breathing becomes erratic, and I’m about to ask him to take it off when his tongue makes contact with my pussy from behind.

The protest dies on my lips, and I moan instead. His tongue travels up my slit all the way to my ass. I try to pull away, but the chain hooked to my waist keeps me in place.

“This ass will be mine too,” he promises.

“No,” I tell him, still trying to pull away.

He licks it again, and I moan out his name.

“You'll love it. I’ll make it feel so good.”

I whimper at his promise.

“Tonight I want this tight pussy dripping with my come,” he growls. “Do you trust me?”

“What?” I ask, confused.

“Can I take off the condom? I’m clean,” he clarifies.

“Oh. Yes, I’m on the pill. And I’m clean too.”

He leans over to kiss and nibble my back and ass. His fingers tickle my sides on their way to my nipples. The sensation of a sharp sting quickly gives way to relief as he pinches them. Desire is already pulling me under yet again.

“Fuck me, Dec,” I plead, my voice full of desperation.

Placing a hand on my lower back, he touches my wet pussy with the head of his cock.

“You want this?" He teases.

“Yes,” I moan.

He slams into me with a growl. Slowly, he pulls out before pounding into me again. He repeats the slow, hard rhythm.

My arms begin to shake because of how close I’m having to keep my hands, so I lower to my elbows. The angle allows him to go even deeper, and it occurs to me that’s why he cuffed me in the first place.

“Fucking perfect,” he growls, and I tilt my hips to give him more as he picks up the pace.

“That’s it,” he praises again.

He lifts my legs out to the side, adding to the pressure that’s building again at my core. He pounds into me, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Oh, god, yes,” I cry out. “Come with me this time, baby,” I beg him.

He slams into me once more pushing me over the edge—my voice hoarse as I scream. He drops my legs to squeeze my hips hard as he empties inside of me.

“Mine, Noel. You’re fucking mine,” he growls.

His thumb gently pushes into my other hole as he pumps into me a few more times. The sensation of him being inside of both holes only extends the orgasm as it tries to slow.

We both still as the waves slow. He detaches the chain from my waist band, wrapping his arm around me to keep me from falling. He lowers me to the table.

I roll to my back between his legs, holding out my cuffed hands to him. He removes them with the key he kept at the corner of the table we’re on. I try to rub the sting away as he gets off the table.

He scoops me up and carries me to the bathroom. My legs are barely able to hold me under the warmth of the water. Noticing my struggle, he pulls me into him, wrapping his arm around my lower back to give me the support I need.

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