Page 98 of Skin In the Game (The BlackWater)

He moved walking around the bench and around her and she froze waiting. It felt like suddenly all her sense were heightened, that because she couldn’t see everything else was on hyper alert. Cole ran his hands from her neck, his fingers brushing over her so gently she gasped. He skimmed over her breasts, and then removed his hands and she froze again waiting.

Waiting for his touch. Waiting for whatever he was going to do next.

He ripped her underwear off quickly, violently, and she couldn’t help it she let out a tiny whimper then expecting him to start touching her, to start playing with her pussy but he didn’t. He remained still. Frozen.

She frowned trying to figure out what he was doing, where he was, if he was watching her, if he was looking at her. Her pussy was now fully exposed with the ankle bar keeping her legs apart and she wondered if that’s where his attention was, where that was where his focus was.

She could hear her breathing through the fabric and opened her mouth slightly to breathe through there instead.

He ran a finger along her bottom lip and it took all her strength not to lick it. She stayed still, waiting, feeling the tension rising.

She felt the heat, the throbbing that told her like she didn’t already know that she was desperate for him, desperate for him to just do something, anything, just to touch her.

His lips brushed against hers and she kissed him but he pulled away before her lips barely made contact. She could feel his breath on her, hot against her skin as he moved. He was over her now.

His lips brushed one nipple and then the other and she arched her back to keep the contact but he pushed her back.

Why wasn’t he talking, she wondered. Normally he was so controlling, so questioning, but right now he was silent. So silent.

A hand or maybe just a few fingers slid up her pussy and she moaned rolling her hips. A finger stroked again, harder, slower.

“Fuck.” She gasped but Cole didn’t respond, or if he did she couldn’t see it.

She waited, knowing he would touch her again but there was nothing, just silence and her own breathing.

Something touched her again, lightly, delicately. She gasped as she felt it make contact with her clit. And then something cold was there, right there. He ran it up and down her and she cried out feeling the chill, feeling the water as it slid against her pussy, practically freezing it but pleasuring her at the same time. She could feel it smooth, gliding up and down her and she gasped.

And then his fingers were there, feeling so warm after the cold ice. Touching her, rubbing her clit, it felt so good, so incredibly sensual as he played and she wished she could look down and see his face, see his expression.

She heard the vibration next, the dull buzz of something and braced herself ready for it. He ran it lightly over her clit and she groaned. He did it again and she shifted wanting him to keep going, not wanting him to stop. He slid it back up, over and over and she started writhing with it, rolling her hips and this time he didn’t stop her body from moving, from responding.

It felt so good, so heightened, and she tried to move her legs but straps held them together.

And then at the same time something sharp shot through her nipple and she realised he was biting it, biting her. She gasped and he bit the other nipple too. Bit it just as hard.

And then he was in her and she cried out, half from shock and half from pleasure. She could feel his body hard, heavy, strong over her as he thrust into her. He wasn’t gentle now, he wasn’t slow. He was all aggression, all dominance. And it felt so incredible.

She tried to move, tried to touch him but the restraints wouldn’t let her. His hands were digging into her, holding her, pulling her this way and that and she had no control, no way of stopping him. He thrust over and over and cried out, feeling the way his dick rammed into her sending waves of pleasure through her.

He pulled out and she whimpered not wanting him to stop and he grabbed the bar holding her legs and hooked it up to something and she realised she was suspended now, hanging so that the bottom half of her body was held completely by her ankles in the air.

Was she crazy, she wondered because she should have been scared by this, should have been running for the hills but she wasn’t. Maybe it was Cole, maybe it was just finally being with someone uninhibited when it came to sex, but he just seemed to know exactly how to touch her, how to manoeuvre her, how to pleasure her in a way she’d never even experienced before.

He looked at her then, taking the moment to pause, taking the moment to show her that he was completely in charge now. He walked around, admiring her body once more, admiring how perfectly obedient she was, admiring how fucking incredible her pussy looked positioned ready and waiting for him.

He grabbed her hips, pulling her to him and he thrust into her again hearing her cry and resisting the urge to say something, to ask her something, to command her to speak. He’d wanted to be silent, to keep her guessing. That was the aim of this, to keep her confused, powerless almost, to have her get used to feeling completely out of control, unable to guess what he was going to do and be completely at his mercy.

He thrust into her and she cried out again. He could tell she was enjoying it. Could tell this was really turning her on. He started yanking her hips then, using the bar to pivot her body back and forth, using the momentum to ram her body against him, and in turn ram his dick into her. Her hands were still restrained above her head and he was half tempted to hook them up too so that she was fully suspended but he decided against it. He wanted to build her up slowly, ease her into it just as he promised. Softly, slowly, he was making her more his.

He unhooked the bar flipping it over suddenly and causing her whole body to flip with it. She half slammed into the bench crying out in surprise. He hooked her legs back up and immediately entered her again. He wanted to make her cum now, wanted to cum himself too. He pulled the hook higher, raising her body more and increasing the angle and she moaned loudly.

“You like that Maddie?” He asked her before he could stop himself.

“Yes.” She gasped back and he could hear it in her voice. Could hear how into it she was.

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