Page 23 of Trapped

“Making you pay.”His gaze darted to mine as his arm slid to the back of my knees and held me down.I could tell he wasn’t applying much pressure, but his limited effort was enough to ensure I remained pinioned to the covers with my ankles around my ears.“Remember?”

“But?”

There was no time to protest.Dropping to the bed before me, his head settled between my outstretched cheeks as his tongue lapped at my pussy.Fireworks erupted in my head as his brought my sensitive flesh back to life, each fresh tonguing edging me closer to ecstasy as I struggled to keep up with what was going on.I watched, captivated as the brooding giant of a man who’d both caged and sheltered me teased between my lips while simultaneously pinning my curled body down to the bed.

“You taste so good.”He rose onto one elbow and threw me a salacious wink, the look of him commanding my muscles to contract.“And you’re so bloody wet that you’ve done most of the job for me.”

“What?”

It was possible that a part of me knew what he had in mind, but I dared not believe it was true.It wasn’t until he eased himself into position over me so the tip of his enormous dick grazed my rectum that his intention became crystal clear.

“Sir, no!”I tensed out of instinct, realizing how vulnerable I was to the intrusion.From my current position, there was nothing I could do to prevent him penetrating my ass, and worse still, my clit pulsed desperately at the idea of my helplessness.

Therein was the paradox that had entranced me from the first moments alone in the cabin with Eli; that incessant push and pull between us that never seemed to relent.I wanted him, yet I didn’t.I was frantic for the denigration he promised to deliver, but I couldn’t cede without fighting him first.

“But, sir!”His dastardly scheme unfolded before my eyes—the way he’d take me, and even though I’d protest, the way I’d secretly adore his rough treatment.“Please, I—”

“Youaskedme to make you pay.”The dark glint gleaming in his knowing silver gaze sealed my fate.“Well, this is the debt, little girl.All eight inches of my cock being buried into your tight little ass.”

My throat dried at the way he made that sound.How could anything be both terrifying and red-hot at the same time?But then, that had been Eli’s power right from the start.His ominous authority had stirred something in me from the very beginning, and even though I’d hated being spanked at first, he’d found a way to help me love it.

Or maybe it’s not him?

The thought dashed through my mind as his gaze speared me.

Maybe I learned to love it because, deep down, I’ve always wanted to find a man like him?

Could that be true?Had I always sought a man to put me in my place the way Eli had?

The concept was obliterated when his cock impaled me, the first few inches of him stabbing deep into my sensitive flesh.

“Oh my God!”Acting on instinct, I clawed at his forearm still pinning my legs back, but his muscles were like metal, and apparently, immune to my attack.

“Please!”The intrusion was so intense that it was taking every ounce of my being to gasp the words.“Please, it’s too much!”

“It’snottoo much.”His voice was soft and taunting, daring me to take up his challenge.“Your body was made for this, little girl.All you have to do is breathe.”

“Breathe?”Easy for him to say.He wasn’t the one with the huge shaft being shoved where the sun didn’t shine.

“Nice, deep breaths.”His hips stilled, allowing me time to acclimate to his imposition, and unsure what else to do, I found myself complying.Pulling in air as best I could, I stared into his eyes, pinned every inch as much by the ferocity I found there as I was by his strong bicep.

“Better.”His lips tugged into a smile as, leisurely, he dove deeper.

“Oh my fucking God!”

Mouth parted, I squealed as he claimed me, unsure how anyone was supposed to process so much carnal intensity.It wasn’t that he was hurting me—there was no pain, save for the initial flare I’d experienced when he’d pierced me—but the sense of fullness was like nothing else I’d ever experienced.

Eli was everywhere.He was the hot breath on my skin, the vast hand holding me down, and the huge dick stretching me open.It seemed there was nothing I could do except lie there, a passive vessel for his ardor, and receive everything he had to give me.

“Fuck, little girl.”He eased away an inch or two before sliding deeper and provoking another cry from me.“You are something else.”

“Please.”

I didn’t know what I was pleading for anymore.I’d wanted him to stop at first, the power of his possession too much for me to tolerate, but having accommodated his desire, I wasn’t so certain I sought that ending.

There was something about his rhythm, something about the utter sense of custody he held over my body as he moved that was driving me insane.I’d never known anything like it, had never thought the sense of ownership was possible, but gazing up at the man who appeared to have mastered me, it was all so clear.

I asked him to spank me, and he’d duly obliged, so naturally, when I’d taunted him with the idea of pushing me even harder, that was precisely what he’d done.Burying his cock into my ass was less a demonstration of his power and more me getting what I wanted.I just hadn’t realized I’d needed it until he delivered.

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