Chapter 55 Bound by Desire

Chapter 55 Bound by Desire
I grabbed the rope and looped it around Ashley’s back, bringing it to her front. I tied it carefully around her breasts, making sure the knots were snug, then pulled it back to bind her hands. I tugged the rope, lifting her arms high above her head, and secured it to the window handle. Her body was stretched out, vulnerable, perfect.

“Ashley, you’re so damn beautiful,” I said, my eyes drinking her in.

She was bound in a way that made her look like she was offering herself up to me, like some kind of willing sacrifice. My skin felt hot, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might give out.

“Julio, this rope’s digging into my wrists,” Ashley said, her voice soft, almost pleading.

I pulled a chair over and sat down, guiding her to sit on my lap. “This’ll make it easier on you,” I said, rubbing her wrists gently, trying to ease the tension.

“This feels weird,” Ashley muttered, squirming a little. Her soft hips brushed against my thighs, and my already eager cock twitched, hardening instantly.

I gripped her hips, kneading them firmly, and leaned in to kiss her neck. “What’s weird about it? You’re driving me crazy like this.”

She turned her head, glancing out the window. “The curtains are open.”

I smirked, catching the shy edge in her voice. “Ashley, we’re in the middle of the ocean. No one’s out there. Just the sea, and it’s not gonna spill our secrets.”

I buried my face in her chest, taking one of her nipples into my mouth and sucking hard. Ashley let out a sharp moan, her body tensing. “Julio, Julio!” she gasped, calling my name.

Her hips moved faster, grinding back and forth, even brushing against my erection. I could feel her need, her body screaming for me. I worked her nipple harder, biting lightly, tugging, while my hand kneaded the other side. My robe was soaked from her arousal. Damn, my little kitten was on fire.

I lifted my robe, revealing my cock straining against my boxers. “Ashley, if you want more, you’ve gotta get these off me,” I teased, knowing full well her hands were tied and she was tethered to the window.

She froze for a second, then shouted, “Julio! If you’re not up for it, get lost! There are plenty of guys on this ship!”

Anger flared in my chest. Ashley, thinking about other guys? I bit down hard on her nipple, and she yelped in pain. “Julio! What the hell? Let me go!”

I didn’t let up, not until I tasted the faint metallic tang of blood. Only then did I pull back. “That hurt, you lunatic!” she snapped, glaring at me.

I grabbed her chin, locking eyes with her. “I’m crazy, alright. You even think about another guy, and I’ll kill him. Got it?”

“Got it! Now let me go! You’re ruining the mood!” Ashley squirmed, trying to slide off my lap.

I held her hips tight and thrust upward, my cock brushing against her. She gasped, a soft “oh” slipping out. “Ashley, you’re soaking wet. You can’t hold out,” I said, smirking.

I pushed her panties aside and freed my cock. Her eyes locked onto mine, her throat bobbing as she swallowed hard. I grinned, knowing she liked what she saw. I was proud of my size—it never failed to please.

I thrust into her, her heat and tightness overwhelming. I groaned loudly. “Fuck, Ashley, you’re incredible!”

She cried out, “Julio! Move, damn it! Hurry up!”

Her impatience made me grin wider. I loved how eager she was. I stood, kicking the chair aside, and gripped her waist, flipping her around without pulling out. She shrieked, “Oh my God! This is insane!” Her body clenched around me, her eyes rolling back.

It was intense—too intense. I almost lost it right there but held back. No way was I finishing that fast. Once she was fully turned, I stopped moving, letting the ship’s gentle rocking do the work. The waves pushed her body against me, but it wasn’t enough. Not for her. I angled myself, teasing her G-spot with light grazes, knowing it’d drive her wild without pushing her over the edge.

Sure enough, she started yelling, “Julio! Julio!”

I leaned close to her ear. “What’s wrong, Ashley? Tell me what you want. I can’t help if you don’t say it.”

She shot me a death glare, clearly catching on to my game. But I knew she’d give in. “Julio, move! Faster! Harder!” she demanded.

I kissed her back. “Since you’re begging, I’ll give you what you want.” I started thrusting, each one harder, deeper than the last. Her body tightened around me, and I could tell she was close. So was I. I roared, pushing harder, and she screamed as we both hit our climax together.

When I came down from the high, I untied the rope from the window handle. “My arms are killing me!” Ashley said, kicking my shin lightly. “Take this damn collar off, Julio!”

I chuckled. “That collar’s not cheap, Ashley. No way it’s a one-time thing.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, her tone sharp, wary.

Too late. I’d already retied her, her hands bound behind her, the rope looping through her thighs and knotted to keep her legs spread in an “M” shape. My cock, hard again, brushed against her still-sensitive core. “You took off the nipple studs I gave you,” I said. “So this collar’s staying on instead. Forever.”

“You’re insane! I’m not wearing this!” she protested, struggling.

I thrust into her again, turning her curses into loud moans. “This collar’s a fingerprint lock, Ashley. Only my print can take it off. So be good, because one round’s not enough. Let’s keep going.”

I started moving again, our shouts filling the room. For three days, we barely stopped—eating, sleeping, and exploring every way that rope could be used.

On the fourth morning, I woke up with my cock still inside her warm body, feeling completely satisfied. I was hard again and started moving. Ashley stirred, then thrashed violently, catching me off guard.

I thought she was playing, so I said, “Ashley, don’t fight it. One more round, then we’ll grab breakfast.”

But she kicked me hard in the stomach, shoving me off. “Get off me! The three days are up. Let me go!”