Aria
It’s been over thirty fucking minutes.
The vibrator is still buried deep inside me, buzzing mercilessly against my soaked pussy. My entire body is trembling, my breathing ragged. My thighs quiver, and I swear I can feel every nerve in my body screaming for relief.
I’m losing my fucking mind.
I try to grind against it, desperate for just a little more friction, but the restraints keep me locked in place. My legs are spread wide, my wrists bound, leaving me utterly helpless.
FUCK.
I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Maybe I should just swallow my pride and mind-link Lucas. This is torture. Actual, fucking, torture. I need to cum. I need it so bad.
Before I can even act on that thought, the door swings open.
Lucas walks in, shirtless, looking like a fucking god with that cocky-ass smirk on his face. His abs are still glistening from what I assume is a post-dinner shower, and he looks all relaxed, like he hasn’t just left me here to suffer.
“How’s my princess doing?”
I snap my head up, panting.
“Lucas… please… get it off,” I whimper. “I need to fucking cum right now.”
His smirk deepens. “But we’re just getting started, baby.”
My jaw clenches. “Please… I need to fucking cum. Hurry the fuck up.”
I yank at the restraints, my toes curling.
Lucas hums, tilting his head, and looking me over. “But you look so goddamn beautiful like this, baby. Legs spread wide… that tight little pussy of yours throbbing, dripping with so much juice.”
He stands there, admiring me…. admiring me while I’m here dying.
“Please…”
Lucas chuckles darkly. “Okay, okay. Since you’re begging so fucking pretty, I’ll take it off.”
He steps forward, slow as hell, and switches the vibrator off before pulling it out. My body shudders, relief flooding through me. But it’s not enough. Not even close. I still ache, still need him to fill me.
I think he’s going to release me.
He doesn’t.
Instead? He starts peeling off his pants. His shoes. Then his briefs.
And now?
Now he’s completely fucking naked.
My eyes drop to his cock, standing thick and hard, the tip flushed and leaking.
Goddamn.
I lick my lips instinctively, my eyes pleading, my body screaming for him to hurry the fuck up. I’m a mess, a desperate, dripping mess, but do I care? Hell no. I want this bastard. Right now.
Lucas climbs onto the bed, settling between my legs. His body is so big, so imposing, and I feel so fucking small beneath him.
He leans forward, letting the tip of his cock barely brush against my needy, soaked pussy.
I let out a desperate cry, grinding against him, begging for friction.
His hand snaps out, slapping my pussy hard.
I gasp, my body jerking against the restraints, tears of frustration pricking my eyes.
Lucas groans. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you’re like this, baby. So fucking needy. So fucking desperate for me.”
“Please, babe-”
“Shhh,” he hushes. “Remember? You wanted me to make you suffer.”
Fuck.
I forgot about that.
I bite my lip, my mind torn…yes, I want him to make me suffer, but fuck, I also want him to just fuck me senseless already.
Lucas tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna fuck you, but I’m gonna do it sweet and slow until you’re crying and begging to cum. But no matter how much you beg, I decide when and how you come. And, baby? It’s gonna be long and torturous.”
I whimper.
“But,” he continues, stroking my cheek, “if it’s too much, if you want me to stop, you get a safe word.”
Safe word?
“What’s it gonna be, baby? Pick one.”
I blink up at him, barely able to think straight. “Uh… Apple.”
Lucas chuckles. “Apple? That’s random as hell. But fine. If you really can’t take it, just say Apple.”
I nod, already bracing myself.
The second Lucas crashes his lips onto mine, everything else fades into nothing. His mouth is rough, demanding…taking exactly what he wants while giving me just enough to keep me on edge. His teeth graze my bottom lip, biting down until I taste the sharp tang of blood. His kiss is deep, intoxicating, laced with the lingering taste of wine.
His body presses against mine, hot and unrelenting, pinning me down as he teases me with every inch of his weight. I arch into him, but the cuffs around my wrists keep me from touching him, from pulling him closer, from feeling the hard muscle under his skin. Fuck, I want my hands free.
“I’m going in,” he murmurs roughly.
Before I can even brace myself, he thrusts into me…hard. A choked gasp rips from my throat as my body jerks from the force of it. My walls clamp down around his cock instantly, squeezing him tight, and he groans deep in his chest.
“Goddess, baby,” he grits out. “You’re squeezing the fucking life out of my cock.”
He stills for a second, letting me adjust, but it’s just a tease because the second I think I can breathe, he moves. Slow. Deep. Ruthless. He knows exactly what he’s doing…dragging it out, making me feel every inch of him. I try to roll my hips, to meet his thrusts, but his hands clamp down on my waist, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
“Lucas, please…” I whimper, already desperate.
“No,” he says. “This is perfect. I love how fucking desperate you are, how tight you get every time I slide in.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, biting my lip to keep from begging too soon. He’s got me right where he wants me…helpless, bound, at his mercy. Every deep stroke has my body tightening, has me teetering on the edge, but just when I think he’s finally going to let me have it, he pulls out completely.
A frustrated whimper slips past my lips.
“Nuh-uh, baby,” he chides, amusement lacing his tone. “You wanted to be teased, remember?”
His mouth finds my breast, tongue flicking over my nipple before he sucks, hard. I cry out, my back arching off the bed, but he’s already back between my legs, pushing in slow, making me feel every second of it.
This man is going to kill me.
“Lucas, please…I can’t take it anymore.” Tears burn at the edges of my vision.
“Not my problem, baby.” He’s completely unfazed, still moving at that same infuriatingly slow pace. “You begged me to make you suffer. I’m just giving you what you asked for.”
I shake my head frantically, my body trembling. My orgasm is right there…so fucking close…but he keeps pulling me back from the edge, dragging it out until I’m a sobbing, needy mess beneath him.
“Lucas, please… I need to cum,” I whimper.
“You know what to say.”
I shake my head. I won’t say the safe word. Not yet.
“Suit yourself.”
He spreads my legs wider, tilting my hips up, and holy fuck…he’s deeper, hitting spots I didn’t even know existed. My whole body convulses, my breathing ragged, my hands pulling at the cuffs so hard they burn.
“Ahh… please, Lucas…. I can’t…. fuck, I can’t hold it anymore!” My voice is a mess of sobs and moans, my body on the verge of shattering.
“Not yet.”
He drives into me harder, his pace relentless now, pushing me further into madness. He adds a finger, pressing against my clit just right, and my body jerks violently.
“Fuck…fuck…” I can’t even form words.
“Cum for me, baby,” he finally growls.
And that’s all it takes. I shatter, pleasure ripping through me like a goddamn wave. My scream fills the room as my body spasms, shaking so hard I think I might actually black out. But Lucas isn’t done…he keeps going, dragging me through it until another wave crashes over me, even harder than the first.
My vision goes white. My body convulses, and holy fuck…warm liquid gushes out of me, dripping onto the sheets.
Oh my fucking goddess.
I’m squirting.
I’ve never squirted before. This was a first.
Lucas groans, his grip bruising on my hips as he thrusts deep one last time. His body tenses, and then I feel it…hot and thick, spilling into me.
The aftershocks leave me trembling, my limbs completely useless. My body is wrecked and utterly spent.
Lucas collapses against me, his breath heavy against my neck.
“You okay, baby?” he murmurs, pressing lazy kisses along my jaw.
I can barely lift my head. “Yeah,” I breathe out. “Just…tired. You wore me out.”
He chuckles, deep and satisfied. “You asked for it.”
I groan, too exhausted to argue.
Lucas finally pushes up, grabs the key from the nightstand, and unlocks the cuffs. My arms fall limp at my sides, sore and tingling. Fuck, I’m not moving for at least an hour.
“I’ll be back,” he says, disappearing into the bathroom. A minute later, he returns with a warm towel and a bowl of water, kneeling between my legs as he cleans me up. His touch is so gentle and careful.
After he’s done, he lifts me effortlessly into his arms and carries me to the bathroom. We shower together, warm water soothing my aching muscles. He finishes first and heads back to the bedroom while I dry off. By the time I return, he’s already changed the sheets.
Lucas pulls me into bed, wrapping his arms around me. I nestle closer, inhaling his scent. Goddess, I love him so damn much. He can spank me, fuck me senseless, and still treat me like the most delicate thing on earth afterward.
“Sleep, baby. You need to rest,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
I exhale slowly, letting his warmth and scent lull me into sleep.
—
When I wake up, the first thing I notice is the sunlight streaming in through the curtains, and the fact that Lucas is gone. The bed feels colder without him. I yawn, stretch, and sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
Where the hell did he go? Maybe he’s in the bathroom.
Before I can move, I spot a piece of paper on the bed beside me. My brows furrow as I pick it up and read.
“Sorry, I left without you. You were tired and needed rest. Got a message from Sarita-there’s an emergency. I’ll fill you in when I return.”
An emergency? What the fuck is going on?