Chapter 149 Chapter 149
Chapter 149 Chapter 149
ROMAN'S POV
She landed beautifully on the frame. Thighs spread, heels, tits bouncing and full. Lips parted for the life of me, breathless. Eager.
Full on ready for whatever while also surprised I'd pushed her.
I watched her adjust, set herself properly. Her form instantly fitting, sinking perfectly into the space I personally had crafted off her body measurements. Sides dipping where they should, waist, hips, flattering her goddess frame.
"It suits you." I said, looking at her. Taking her in, watching as she grew impatient even. Wanting more than just my eyes on her.
Only then did I move.
But not to her.
Behind her rather. Her eyes following, neck, body turning, wanting to see but just then-
Click.
My hand grazed the button. Fingers laying hold on the black buttoned device serving as controller for the frame. Instantly halting all her movements.
"Shit," She hissed as it did. My pulse already stirring, gradually heading back to her again. Taking my time, savoring the angle of her from behind, the frame letting me see just enough skin, the anticipation laying underneath.
"Just perfect.” I whispered as I reached her, slowly building a trail. A trail from her neck to her shoulders, her arm. “Exactly where I want you…that's where you are, little slut.”
She tried to look up, see me. But that only gave me more access to her chest below, the smooth valley of her breast, her belly, lower. “ohhh,” she whimpered, arched. Unintentional but the frame showed no mercy; Straps mercilessly lashing out and punishing her for moving. Clinging ding tight against her skin, the breath knocked out of her.
"The hell?" She swallowed. Deeply. Visibly. I licked the spot immediately, letting my tongue dance through there, face deep within her neck. More gasps coming from her, breath stuttering, neck raising to give me more access.
I took it.
Latched my mouth aggressive directly on there, her collarbone. Her body jerking as I soaking, sucked through the heat of her skin, more straps punishing her. The frame growing smaller automatically, tighter.
One of my favourite settings on it.
"Please...please." She begged, already shaking. "Please,"
But I didn't like that.
Didn't like that at all from her.
While on her neck, my finger worked that lace between her thighs. Stroking on top of it, teasing, then suddenly stabbing in roughly two fingers. Sinking deep, she moaned out, rose and shook against the frame. Her struggles harder now, strap holding her in place, holding her while my fingers pulsated inside of her.
"Remember the last time you sat on this frame? The last time you were in a position like this...You were jerking. Pretending not to feel, trying not to feel, and then moaning my name all night in your sleep."
"It was all your fault." She spat, accused. Breathing heavy, responding against my fingers. I bit her down on the neck, hard.
"No talking. Not without permission.” her pupils blew wide, resisting, I bit harder. Pushing her neck all the way to the side, straps so tight, her thighs stuck in place, hands too. Breathing building more erratic, pain and pleasure combining, sending her over the edge. Arching. But I pulled away right then. Not letting her get what she wanted. Thick moans of protests echoing immediately, she fought against the restraints, "Why??"
I chuckled darkly, deeply enjoying this.
My cock was rock hard between us, precum dripping. I was surprised it hadn't exploded with how it'd stretched so hard against skin. Veins popping all around it. Sore as hell.
I looked from it to her. Touched it lightly, stroked, she bit her lips. Features twisted painfully good, so good I almost came. I took my hand off immediately, determined not to get my ease that way. If anything, I wanted to expand and explode inside of her. Harvest every single inch of her with my cock.
So no.
"Heartless." She gritted underneath her breath, glaring at me. The hunger in there no less, but it quickly focused on something else. Something in my hand. The remote.
"What is that?" She asked, breaking the rule again. Multiple times now. She just couldn't listen, could she?
I moved forward immediately, landing my hands right through her chest, her boobs. Slaps. "No talking!" The smack echoed, she gasped. Nipples visibly tightening, enjoying that.
"Remember the rules, little slut. If I say no talking, then no talking. No interruptions, no complaints, no nothing without permission." I gripped her hair, tight. Making her look up at me, surprise, lust and high in those brown depths. "You're not allowed to speak. Only feel. Am I clear?"
She didn't respond. Blinked. Swallowed.
I squeezed her nipples, twisting it. "Is it clear?"
She whimpered, hissed. "Y-yes!"
"I don't hear you."
"Yes. Yes, you bastard!"
"Huh." I paused, smirked, looking down at the little disobedient woman strapped in front of me. I could shove my cock in her mouth right now and fucked out all that resistance.
But I don't.
Instead I watched, leaned down even more to her face. Lips tugging crazily as I saw her even more clearly, under the dim lights, the defiance in her eyes, caution. But not as much as the list swimming in there.
"You are such a bastard." Her lips moved, silent. Barely audible.
"What a disobedient slut. You're making me want to do more and more dirty stuff to you." I gripped her chin, still gripped her hair. Keeping her face straight for me, lips parted. I put a finger in. A thumb. Stretching it deep while holding her eyes, feeling it go down her tongue, throat still far, deep.
The thought made me smile, my cock twitching dangerously, another finger joining the thumb, sinking deep, she accepted it. Licked it, sucked it this time. A wet pop forming at the ridges.
Fucking Christ.
"I really like how you're looking at me right now." I told her, sunk deeper. "I like this side of you. This side that's utterly restrained, at my mercy but yet... defiant."
Bastard.
I loved the way she said that. Stubborn, yet submissive. Submissive to the pleasure, the pain, my abuse but yet...not totally.
That was her flair, wasn't it?
I liked that.
I pulled my fingers out slowly, letting it drop wet on her chin, her chest. "From now on, whenever we're here, whenever we do stuff...that's all you'll call me." I looked at her, "Bastard. Call me bastard."
She said nothing.
I grabbed at her left breast, squeezed and pinched that nipple, pulled it, "Bastard.” she gasped. Quick.
"Again." I commanded, not letting go.
“Bastard.”
"Again."
"Bastard."
"Again!"
"Bastard! Now touch me." I let go of her breast immediately, flicked on the blue button on the remote. Her eyes going wide soon after, feeling it, gradually feeling it. Trying to look between her thighs, down there, but there was no need.
Nothing could save her now, she could only feel.