Page 73 of Stolen Sun

He uses his foot to push my ankles farther apart one at a time and asks again with a growl, “Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Mine.”

He slips the rope from his shoulder, using it to wrap my hands together in front of me. Then, he kneels and picks something else up off the floor. He holds it up between us.

“It’s time I show you what that means.”

I whimper and move my hips, trying to make contact as he leans over me.

“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

He chuckles as he puts something in my mouth. My tongue circles around the rubber ball, and my eyes widen as he wraps a strap around my head.

I try to speak, but it’s just sound.Oh, god.

He pinches my nipples hard, and I cry out around the gag.

“Good. I don’t need your words, but I love the way you scream.”

He lifts my arms over his head and picks me up from under my legs so that my knees are bent over his elbows. Kissing and nibbling my neck, he carries me over to the table in the dining room. Sitting me down on the edge, he leaves my arms around him and uses his hand to guide his cock inside of me.

The vibrator continues to pulse over my clit as he fucks me slow and hard. The slide out allows me to feel him teasing me from the inside out while the sudden reentry of his cock has my body clenching around him involuntarily.

“I’m going to choke you while you come this time,” he says as he wraps his large hand around my neck.

He squeezes harder than I expect, and I start to breathe heavier through my nose and shake my head at him. When he doesn’t loosen his grip, I try to scream at him.

“You can breathe,” he says without letting up.

I realize he’s right, but my head feels fuzzy. I slap at his hand to let me go.

“I’m going to fuck you into oblivion. You’re so fucking close. Enjoy the fucking high,” he demands.

The room around me starts to spin as his words sink in. The threatening tone of his voice seeps into my skin burning everything it touches. When his words reach my core, I explode around him.

“That’s it, baby, yes,” he praises.

Color bursts behind my eyelids as the orgasm rips through me. He loosens his grip around my neck. The blood rush causes a throbbing sensation in my head as my body continues to shake from the second orgasm.

One arm holds me upright while the other lifts my arms. He lays me down and shoves both arms above my head.

“Hold the table.”

I do as I’m told and wrap my legs around him, pulling him into me.

“You are fucking perfect,” he says, trailing his hands down from my elbows to my hips.

I whimper around the gag. It’s harder to swallow with it in my mouth, so I turn my head to the side to keep from choking on spit. He lifts my legs over his shoulders and kisses the inside of my lower legs as he moves inside me again.

My hands grip the edge of the table to hold myself in place. My hips are lifted above the table to him. He works into a faster pace, and reaches down to click the button on top of the vibrator still in place. It’s now on a lighter setting to balance out how hard he is fucking me.

“Are you about to come again already?” He asks in surprise.

I realize he’s right. My insides are coiling up again. The heat slowly builds with each thrust. I moan into the gag, liking the way it fills my mouth. Circling my tongue around it, I feel myself at the edge.

He moves his hands to my hips, tilting them. My legs fall around his arms, but he holds my body so that he’s pounding into that sweet spot pushing me over. The thunder of this orgasm rolls over me, and I’m choking on my own spit between screams.

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