Page 51 of Renegade
“Mmm. Baby.”
I’ve never had much of an oral fixation, but I could make a religion out of worshipping Walker’s cock with my mouth, especially when he groans the way he does. Far too soon, he stops me with another upward tug of the leash and a little twitch of his lips. I rise to my feet reluctantly.
“You ready, baby?”
I nod, nervous excitement twisting into a knot in my stomach.
He lays me on my back on the bed and kisses me thoroughly, running his hands over my body and teasing my nipples until I’m writhing with pleasure. Only then does he slip the gag back into my mouth, fastening the strap behind my head. This time he doesn’t give me a chance to panic. Holding the leash tightly with his left hand, he plunges the two middle fingers of his right hand between my soaking thighs and into my wet heat, rubbing my G-spot and sending me instantly into rapture. I moan.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he rasps. “Hearing you moan behind that thing…if you knew what it does to me.” He growls. “Damn. I was wrong. I thought you weren’t submissive, but you were made for this shit. The collar, the leash, the gag… You look fucking amazing.” He stops and I whimper, desperate to feel his fingers inside me again. He teases me, his fingers fluttering at the entrance of my yearning sex. “You like that, baby? You want more?”
I mumble something unintelligible from behind the gag, and he smiles. “I don’t need your mouth to say anything. Your eyes are so expressive, they tell me everything I need to know.”
He unceremoniously thrusts his two middle fingers into me again, and I scream with pleasure from behind the gag. He picks up speed as I arch my back up, desperate for more. He fucks me relentlessly and roughly, holding the leash taut as he pushes me straight toward the pinnacle. I thrash wildly on the bed, gripping the sheets like they’re going to keep me from falling into oblivion. I can’t take any more. I want to tell him to stop before I go mad, but I can’t. I’m powerless to say anything. I have no choice but to succumb to whatever he demands.
He was right. The loss of verbal control—my ability to speak and protest being taken from me, or rather, given freely to him—is the ultimate surrender. Being driven to the edge of a pleasure so intense you don’t think you can take it anymore, when you can’t control how fast, or how much, or whether it stops or not, is intoxicating when it’s at the hands of the man you trust more than any other to know what you need before you do. It’s a dark concoction of surrender and passion, and it’s hot ashell.
He keeps going, and I feel that indescribable tightening at my core. The adrenaline is racing through my veins, coupled with a primal need. I’m careening toward the peak and I scream, but the sound is muffled by the gag.
“That’s it, baby. I want everything. Nothing makes me feel more like a man than to make you lose control.”
I shriek as incomparable pleasure racks my body, but the sound is muffled. I can feel myself squirt as I come over and over again, soaking the sheets beneath us. Only when my body is limp does Walker remove the gag and kiss me, his lips and tongue and teeth telling me his need is as desperate as mine.
“I’m going to fuck you now, but I want to hear you scream this time.” He drives his cock into me and whispers in my ear every depraved thing he’s going to do to me, and my pussy clenches around him with each word. I can feel the fault line as it begins to crack. I’m already primed for the earthquake, and when the waves hit, we fall together.
