I gasp, the tears flowing heavier now. “Soren, I can’t?—”
“Don’t test me, Ivy. This is what feeling trapped feels like. And you said you wanted this.”
He fucks my mouth now—not even trying to take it slow—and I relax my throat, taking him deeply and sucking as hard as I can, my lips wrapped around his shaft.
I look up at him, tears welling in my eyes. Helpless. But not entirely resisting it. Not entirely hating it.
“Good girl, taking my cock like this,” he growls. “Letting me fuck your pretty mouth.” His body tenses, and he pulls out of my mouth. “Jesus fuck, poison.”
I gasp as I realize what’s about to happen.
Thick ropes of cum splash over my face and my chest, running down my body.
He smiles, smearing it over my skin. “That’s my good girl, letting me mark you with my cum,” he says. He strokes my jaw with his thumb. “Now it’s your turn.”
He crawls back down the bed, his weight pressing over me, until he gets to my stomach. He traces kisses downward until he reaches my core.
He tilts my legs up, my ankles tightly bound, and yanks my thighs apart forcefully. I cry out as they strain against the tight ropes, but he doesn’t lessen his grip.
Instead, he forces my thighs further apart, revealing all of me to him.
His breath fans across my core. “What a beautiful pussy. I can’t get enough,” he says.
Then he dives his face between my legs and laps at me. He devours me, his tongue working me.
The coil tightens and my hips try to buck against his tongue but he holds me steady, controlling me as he continues to lick and suck.
Just as the pressure peaks and I feel myself about to let go, he pulls away.
“Please,” I whisper. “Soren.”
“You’re trapped. You don’t decide what happens.” His eyes are sparkling with something that isn’t amusement. They’re icy. I shiver despite the heat that radiates throughout my body.
“Soren, that’s not fair.”
“Neither is accusing me of things I didn’t do.” His voice bears no humor.
Then I notice his cock is rock hard again. He climbs on top of me and I gasp as he plows into me while holding my thighs open wide. I’ve never felt stretched this far. So exposed.
He pulls all the way out and then slams in again. Hard. My hips buck this time and he digs his fingers in harder. He picks up pace, driving into me with a force I’m not used to.
I see stars in the corners of my eyes. “God, Soren!”
“Careful. You’re getting dangerously close to worship,” he replies, mouth curving. “But you’re right. I decide.” The look in his eyes is feral, his gaze locked on mine as he plows into me even harder now.
The coil within me tightens more than ever and it snaps. I let out a scream. “Fucking hell, Soren!” I moan as the orgasm shocks my entire body, my pussy pulsing crazily around his cock.
It’s enough to send him over the edge again, and I feel the pulse of his cock as it releases inside me.
After the pulses stop, he pulls out. He puts his pants on, glances at me, and then steps away. Leaving me there. Bound. Trapped.
“Soren,” I call out, confused. But he doesn’t reply. Just leaves me there, closing the door gently behind him.
The dark closes in around me. Everything goes quiet.
My body feels loose. Heavy in a different way. Calmer. That’s what doesn’t make sense.
I stare at the ceiling, trying to catch up to myself. Trying to find the moment where I should have stopped it. Pulled away. Fought harder. It’s there. I know it is. But it feels distant. Blunted. Like it matters less than it should.