Bound (Hidden Pleasures, #4) by Kitty Hunter Page A

“Shhh...”
    When he reached the side of the bed he traced his fingers across her sore cheeks. Bruises dotted her flesh from the spanking Luis had given her. Remembering him bending her over the massage table, and later the patio table and spanking her ass, then fucking her hard sent a gush of juices to her pussy. The cum trickled out, down her slit and wet the sheet.
    Gavin reached between her thighs and pinched her pussy lips. He dropped the items on the bed next to her face, too close for her to focus. The broad span of his hand rested on her lower back, and he slapped her ass cheek just hard enough to sting and bring the bruises to throbbing life again. He clambered up onto the bed and knelt next to her.
    His touch centered her, helped her settle down and forget her fear. Safe. She was safe with him. Strong, capable hands, rough with calluses grazed her hot, prickly skin. She groaned and squirmed on the mattress, trying to stroke her engorged clit. God, he knew just what she wanted. The pain and the pleasure of the strikes and the rough sex. But she had to know why they’d bound her. “Gavin, why am I tied down?”
    “New game. Neither of us can seem to get enough of you Ronnie. I took the day off, and Luis doesn’t have to be in until later in the evening, so we’re going to spend our morning fucking you.” He leaned over and bit her ass, licked his way up to her shoulder, and nipped the back of her neck. “Plus, we were supposed to have dinner last night and didn’t. And I’m really hungry.”
    “Oh.” A bone deep shudder wracked her, the lust and anger in his eyes scaring her. “Do I...  You look kinda...not like yourself.”
    He shook his head, blinked, and took a deep breath. “No. I’m...I’m sorry. You’re fine. Safe. Had a bad phone call.”
    “From who?” Two thick fingers thrust into her pussy without warning and she gasped.
    “Later.” The dark light in his eyes came back, turned the green into something else. “Now, you’re mine. I need this. I need you.”
    She wet her lips. “Okay.”
    With his free hand he gripped his cock and stroked the length with hard pulls until pre-cum glistened in the slit. A third finger joined the first two, stretched her pussy as he finger fucked her. “Suck me. Now.”
    Pain prickled across her scalp, her tangled red hair wrapped around his fist. He controlled her head, held her still to shove his cock between her lips and fuck her mouth.
    The head of his thick, hard length banged into the back of her throat and she gagged. He withdrew only long enough for her to catch her breath before cramming in again. The tight sack of his balls slapped her chin. Saliva slid out of the corners of her mouth and over her lower lip. The ridge around the head of his dick bumped over her tongue and lips, almost all the way out.
    He thrust in again, grunting. “Fuck. Fuck. Suck me. Suck my cock. Take it all. Suck it.” The grip in her hair tightened and she whimpered, trying to keep up. He speared her pussy with his fingers and popped his thumb into her tight asshole. She fought the restraints, tried to move her hips, but could only squirm.
    The head of his dick banged into her throat again and she fought him when he held there, trying to pull back. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, with his big fingers in her pussy and thumb in her ass, his cock shoved down her throat. More than anything right then she wanted him out of her mouth.
    He canted back and forward, over and over, fucking her mouth hard until her jaws ached and tears ran down her cheeks.
    “Take it. Take my dick. Suck on it. You like being stuffed full of cock. I’ll give you what you want. You’ll take it. All of it.”
    Whatever anger had overtaken him, he kept fucking her mouth, long after she’d thought he would have come. She prayed for his cum to empty into her throat so that he would withdraw. She could safe word and make him stop, but on some level she wanted to take his pain, absorb it