The Runaway Bride - A Captive Flame Book One by Ashley Spector

hips
tightly, holding me in place, giving me no freedom to move as he
pounded into me steadily. I couldn’t move but I could make
noise—and I cried out as the friction built up between our bodies.
Krystopher’s thrusts made my breasts shake, and the clamps still
attached to my nipples sent sparks of sensation through me, making
me hotter and wetter, more and more turned on by the moment. I knew
suddenly—on a level I hadn’t before—that I was utterly
Krystopher’s. That I belonged to him; that my body was his. I
couldn’t spare the focus or thought to wonder how he managed to
dominate me so completely; I could only react to the pressure
building up inside of me. I held myself back, moaning and
whimpering lowly and steadily as my orgasm built up inside of me,
banking like a fire, ready to burst out the moment I relaxed my
control. I clenched my hands into fists, my fingernails biting into
the skin of my palm, my wrists pulling against the cuffs that held
them, as I struggled to keep from tumbling into orgasm.
     
    I could feel
Krystopher’s cock twitching inside of me; I could feel his body
tensing against mine as we both got closer and closer to climax.
Our movements made the chain rattle, and the air—so silent
before—was suddenly full of sounds: the wet, sucking slap of our
bodies colliding, the moans that were leaving both of us, the
chains and things that I couldn’t even define. As Krystopher picked
up his pace, moving faster, pounding into me harder, I struggled
and fought to hold back, gritting my teeth and gasping through them
as my mounting pleasure made it more and more difficult to hold
back the orgasm I could almost taste.
     
    “Rhonda—come for me.
Come right now.” Krystopher was panting as he delivered the
command, and I needed no further encouragement; just the sound of
the instruction was enough to release the last of my self-control,
and I moaned out, almost sobbing with relief as my pleasure
crested, sending spasms of sensation through my body. I shook and
writhed in my bonds, pulling up and collapsing against the chain
that held me in place as the climax ripped through me. I felt
Krystopher reach his own climax, shuddering against me slightly as
his cock twitched erratically, sending his sticky-slick heat
rushing into my tightening, tensing pussy.
     
    I hung there for a
moment, unable or unwilling to acknowledge the deep ache in my
arms, the sharper pain in my breasts as I panted from the force of
the release that had wrung me out utterly. After a moment the chain
clattered and clinked, and I felt myself being pulled back up, into
a standing position; my arms pulled tight and I groaned, wincing at
the pain. A moment later, however, Krystopher was in front of me,
releasing the clamps on my nipples and putting them aside. He
stroked me all over, caressing as he murmured praise for what a
good little slave I had been. “I can see why you think your
determination is your greatest strength,” he murmured, kissing me
lightly on the lips. “You have excellent self-control when you
decide to use it.” Krystopher released my wrists and my arms fell
to my sides, tingling and throbbing from the unaccustomed position.
Krystopher hugged me tightly against him, stroking my hair,
caressing my body. He kissed me again and I melted against him, for
the moment utterly contented and without a single need or want in
the entire world. It amazed me that something as simple as what had
just happened between us could make me so—not mindless, but utterly
satisfied.
     
    Krystopher checked
the time and told me to get dressed. “We’ve been in here a while,”
he pointed out, giving me a little smile. He straightened his
clothes and stepped out of the room, taking his phone out of his
pocket. I dressed quickly, still able to feel the tenderness
between my legs—wondering with a blush if there was any way I could
prevent my Master’s come from leaking out of my drenched pussy and
onto my bare thighs. It