He notices that too. His gaze drops, flicks to the chain at my ankle, then back up with a look that says he's seen everything. His thumb lightly traces my jaw once more, slow and deliberate, as if to soothe the very fire he's stoking.
"Except yourself, huh?" I say, sarcasm bleeding through my ragged breath.
A ghost of a smile. But his eyes stay serious. "You get it, Goldilocks." His voice drops to something that settles low in my gut. "Right now, you belong to me."
He tilts my head to the side. His lips find my throat.
A sound slips out of me that I have no defense for.
He breathes me in like he's memorizing it. His mouth follows the line of my throat until it finds mine, and when it does, every muscle in my body turns to heat. His hands tighten at my waist, pulling me in.
Metal clinks. I blink, dazed, and watch him produce a key from his pocket. His eyes hold mine while he reaches for the chain at my wrist. The lock pops. The weight falls away.
I rub at the red marks automatically.
There's something in his face that looks almost like fear.
I hook my legs around his hips and yank him back down, crashing our mouths together. The kiss turns wild, sharp edges and soft sounds, his hands everywhere and nowhere, like he can't decide if he wants to worship me or consume me.
Clothes become obstacles; we tear at them blindly, leaving a trail across the concrete floor. His gaze scorches over my nearly bare body, and for once, I don't look away. I let him see.
"Are you sure?" DJ asks, voice suddenly softer, almost careful.
"Take me," I breathe.
That's all it takes.
He caresses my legs first, slow and almost tender, fingertips tracing lazy lines along my skin like he's memorizing every inch he's about to claim.
Then his grip tightens, all that barely leashed strength snapping into focus as his hands clamp around the backs of my thighs and he yanks me closer, dragging me across the couch until there's no space left between us and my breath stutters at how quickly gentle turned into this. He deepens our kiss as he lines his rock-hard cock with my center.
"Fuck, you are soaking wet."
"Couldn't have been the days of foreplay, huh?" I joke as I lightly grind back into the pressure against my pussy.
He chuckles against my lips as he slowly thrusts into me. I feel my pussy walls stretching as they try to mold around him. His kiss deepens to quiet my screams as his cock bottoms out inside me.
Fuck. My entire body vibrates and convulses in pleasure as he holds his full length inside me, smirking at my reaction.
"P-please," I squeak out.
"Please what, my good girl?"
"Fuck me."
"Your wish is my command, doll."
He slowly pulls himself out and then re-enters, his pace quickening with every thrust.
My body tenses and trembles as he fucks me harder and harder. I allow my body to ride the warm waves of pleasure heightened by the lingering fear. I feel a wave of pleasure build before erupting as my pussy gushes.
He freezes for half a second. "You're a squirter?"
"Apparently," I gasp, too far gone to be embarrassed about the warmth pooling under my thighs.
"Christ," he exhales. "You are so fucking hot."
He retrieves his length and lifts me by my waist, pulling back just enough to look down at me — hair wrecked, skin flushed, chains coiled uselessly beside the couch like the aftermath of a storm. "But look at the mess you've made, doll," he murmurs, thumb brushing the corner of my mouth. "We need to do something about that. Keep the mess…contained."