Page 126 of Bound By Blood and Lies

I press two fingers into to her tight pussy andhave topull back my mouth to stop myownorgasm blowing at the just the memory of how that feels around my dick. I press the tips of my fingers to the squishy part of her insides and watch as her chest caves in with deep inhales.

“Do not cum Tinkerbell, I mean it,” I growl before diving back and giving her longdrawn outlicks around my fingers.

Her pussy tightens on my fingers again and I stop.

“Augh!” she shouts.

By the time sweat starts gathering along her collarbones and her hair sticks lightly against flushed skin,she’strembling beneath me from the effort of holding herself together. I sit up on my haunches, and she glares at me again as she heaves deep breaths.

“Having fun?” I taunt

“Absolutely not,” she huffs, “I much prefer the forced orgasms.”

We both smile as I shake my head and move over to her. She chases my mouth and I pull back. If she wants controlled Roman,she’sgetting controlled Roman. I turn her carefully, so her arse is in theairand her head is on the mattress. I bite my tongue at the full sight of her dripping pussy and tight arsehole in front of me. Her cuffed hands shift awkwardly behind her back and Iimmediatelyreach down, adjusting them gently so the leather sits more comfortably against her wrists.

“There,” I murmur softly. “Better?”

Fae nods into the sheets.

My eyes drag slowly over her body sprawled across the bed. Her hair is scattered across the pillows, her skin flushed pink from my hands and mouth, and the curve of her bump against the mattress makes my chest tighten all over again.

Beautiful.

Even the scars that Fisher put on her backarebeautiful to me. It reminds me what my future wife is…a warrior. I step away from the bed slowly and her headimmediatelyfollows me. The paddle waits where I left it near the edge of the bed and I lift it as the weight of it settles inmypalm.

“Colour?”

“Green,” she whispers.

I climb back onto the mattress behind her before letting the paddle trail lightly across the backs of her thighs first. Herwhole bodyshivers underneath me.

“That nervous, Little One?” I murmur.

“No,” she breathes too quickly to be believable.

“Liar,” I smile.

The paddle slides higher, tracing carefully over her hip before back down again whilst I lean over her body. My free hand smooths slowly across her spine before settling against the back of her neck gently.

“Do you trust me?” I ask quietly.

“Yes.”

“Good. Remember, I love you Tinkerbell.”

“I love you t?—”

She’scut off by the paddle asitwooshes down on to the side of her arse cheek. The name Roman blooms straight away against her pale skin and I groan as she cries out. My hand automatically reaches out to help rub the sting away.

“Colour?”

“Green,” she breathes instantly.

I pull my arm back and go again.The second lands lowerand this time her cry turns into the sexiest moanI’veheard. I can see her pussy dripping as I land another in quick succession and my name falls from her lips like a prayer. I chase the high it gives as me I swat the paddlewithout my name on it this time down on the other side of her and watch as she turns from white to red under my palms.

“Good girl,” I growl, dragging my hand over the warm skin.

The room fills with the sharp crack of leather against skin and the sound of our breathing turning heavier with every passing second. Sweat gathers at the base of my neck whilstthecontrol starts slipping through my fingers.Another strike lands and Fae moans into the mattress, pushing back against me shamelessly and that finally destroys whatever restraint I have left.