He grips my thighs and tugs me down on the bed, his strong arms flexing with his strength. My knees bend so my feet fall to the floor, and I lie naked, stretched out before him, while he’s still fully dressed and in control.
“What are you doing?” I ask when he leans down to dig something out from the corner of his bedframe.
Declan pulls a leather strap out and smirks at me. “Making sure you don’t run.”
He grabs my hips and, in one swift move, flips me around so I’m bent over the bed in front of him. He wraps the leather strap around my thigh, tight enough that I can’t move my leg.
Glancing over my shoulder, I watch him pull a strap from the other side. He widens my legs so I can’t close my knees, tying that thigh up next.
“That’s better.”
He slides his hands up the inside of my thighs, skating over my slick core, before moving back down again.
“Fuck,” I mumble.
“What was that?” Declan chuckles, and it fuels my rage.
I’m already at his mercy, and I’m the one who let him do this, but it doesn’t mean I’ll submit easily.
“I hate you,” I say louder so he can hear me.
“You sure?” He shoves two fingers inside me, and it steals my breath. “Your tight little cunt doesn’t seem to agree with that statement.”
“Maybe it’s not you I’m thinking about,” I lie, refusing to back down. “Maybe I’ll just close my eyes and think about someone else.”
Declan pulls his fingers out and, in one swift move, smacks my ass hard with his palm.
“Bad girls get punished, Teal.” He spanks me again.
Burning builds behind my eyes. “Fuck you, Declan.”
“Don’t worry, pet. I’m getting to that.” He spanks me two more times, but this time on the insides of my thighs.
I try to close my legs when they start to sting, but I can’t with how my legs are strapped down.
Declan grabs my hair and pulls my head back, arching my back painfully and forcing me to look up at him when he lands another hard smack on my ass. He does it again, making me look into his eyes as he reaches between me and the bed to pinch my clit.
The sting is so intense that tears spring to my eyes. Evidence of the pain. But it doesn’t stop him. If anything, it spreads the most wicked grin on his face.
“You think you can escape into your pretty little mind when I’m fucking you?” He tugs my hair harder, and I hear him messing with his jeans. “You’re going to look me in the eyes. You’re going to know whose cock is inside you. And I hope you fucking hate it when I make you squeeze the cum out of me because that’s exactly what you’re going to do. Aren’t you,girlfriend?”
It's more of a taunt than praise, and I hate him for it. But my body betrays me when I speak.
“Yes.”
“That’s what I thought.”
His cock nudges me, slicking against my entrance as I stare up into his cold, heartless eyes.
“Don’t you need a condom?”
“Why? We both know I already read your medical records, and you’re good.”
My teeth grit at the reminder. “And what about you? When’s the last time you fucked someone?”
I don’t actually want that answer. It hurts to even get the words out. But I need something to douse whateverhe’s bringing to the surface inside me, and the reminder of how Declan is with women will do it.
Declan’s fingers hold my hair so tight it stings as it tugs my scalp. Tears leak from my eyes, painting rivers down my cheeks as I look up at him, upside down, hovering over me from behind. His hand moves his cock over me, and I’m dripping down my thighs with the anticipation.