Page 41 of The Price of My Sins

His eyes roamed over me, slow and deliberate, as if he were relearning the shape of his peace. The weight of his gaze made my skin prickle, and my breath catch. I lay there still, open, and vulnerable to his command and worship.

Then, with that same quiet intensity, Bo stepped back.

He peeled off his shirt first, tugging it over his head in one smooth motion, revealing hard muscles carved by time and pain. The dim light spilled shadows across his chest, and I swore he looked like a god at that moment—dangerous, determined, and mine. His jeans followed, unfastened with steady fingers and pushed down his thighs until he stood there completely bare, his hard dick on full display.

Without breaking eye contact, Bo reached over and pressed a small button on the wall, one I hadn’t even noticed in all the times I’d been in this room. A soft mechanical click followed, and my eyes lifted just in time to see two velvet straps descend from the ceiling, swaying slightly in the low, red light.

He moved with quiet confidence, taking one of my legs and gently guiding it into the strap before doing the same with the other. The moment the second strap was secured, my knees were drawn apart, suspended in the air, leaving me open and exposed, yet craving the connection that only he could give me.

The cool air danced across my skin, heightening every sensation. My breath caught as Bo stepped back, his eyes roaming over me like he was seeing a masterpiece—his masterpiece. There was passion in his gaze, but there was something else too. Reverence—like even after everything, he still worshipped me.

“You good, baby?” he asked, his voice low but laced with tenderness.

I nodded slowly, my heart pounding. “Yes,” I whispered.

“Good. Then let me remind you who you belong to.”

He walked over to the cabinet on the wall next to the bed, where he had a stereosystem. It wasn’t long before “Take You Down” by Chris Brown came blurring throughout the room, and I couldn’t help but feel jittery because I knew Bo was about to give it to me good!

Bo moved my tee shirt before tying my hands to the bedposts and climbing between my legs, his hard body hovering over me.

“Tonight,” he said, brushing his lips along my collarbone, making a chill climb up my spine. “I’m not making love to you. I’m claiming every part of you… again.”

Without warning, Bo entered me, his thrust powerful enough to knock the wind out of me.

“Bo!” I gasped, my back arching instinctively as fervor surged through me. I tugged at my restraints, wrists bound above me, but there was no escape, only surrender. And I didn’t want to be anywhere else.

“You like how this dick is stretching your pussy?” He bit down on his lip, his eyes piercing my soul.

“Yes. I love it, baby,” I whispered.

Bo’s eyes locked on mine, intense and unyielding. A series of grunts slipped from his lips as he delivered powerful, slow strokes that had me yelling shit I couldn’t even understand. His rhythm was built with purpose, each motion deliberate, every stroke deeper than the last. Then suddenly, my release came, and I was coming on the dick.

Bo quickly untied me and flipped me over. Ass up, face down—he entered me from behind. He gripped my waist and drilled into me like he had some shit to prove. This man’s dick was hitting spots that should have been illegal, and I was loving every minute of it.

My cream leaked out of me, coating my thighs. My whimpers were loud as my fingers gripped the sheet. His thrust wasauthoritative, causing tears to escape down my face, and my eyes began to roll.

“Ohhh! Bo… fuck me harder! I’m about to cum!” I screamed.

“Nah. Don’t you come until I say so!” He grabbed both of my hands and held them behind my back, slamming into me over and over.

“B—baby, I need… I need to come! I can’t hold it!” I stuttered, trying my best to obey his command.

“Yes, you can. Hold that shit, O!” he warned as he turned me on my side, placed one of my legs over his shoulder, and slid right back inside of me. My pussy was so wet that it scared me and turned me on at the same time.

“Bo!” I cried out, trying to get him to slow up a bit.

“Move your hand and take this big motherfucka!” he all but shouted through his gritted teeth.

“It’s too much! I’m about to come!” I screamed and let go of one of the most powerful nuts I ever had.

“That’s right, O. Come on this dick. I’m about to let loose inside this juicy-ass pussy!” he growled and released hard as hell.

Bo lowered his forehead to mine, and our eyes locked as he rocked into me with a gentleness that nearly broke me. “I’m sorry,” he whispered in a strained tone. “For shutting you out. For leaving you to wonder. I just… I just needed to get my head right.”

Tears welled in my eyes, and I nodded, unable to speak. He kissed them away before they fell, his lips brushing softly against my eyes and cheeks.

“I missed you,” I finally breathed. “So much. Don’t ever do that again. If this… shit,” I moaned, feeling another release coming. “If this relationship is going to work, we need to communicate.”

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