Chapter 201

Chapter 201
Claire's POV

I hovered over Daniel, my thighs straddling his hips, the heat between us intense enough to make my head spin. His blindfolded face was tilted up toward me, the silk eye mask hiding those intense blue-gray eyes that had looked at me with such raw need just moments before. His request still echoed in my ears—he didn't want to finish from just my mouth. He wanted to feel me, all of me.

"You want me, Dan?" I whispered, leaning down until my lips brushed his ear. "Then tell me how bad you need it. Say it. Make me believe you."

His chest heaved beneath me, muscles taut with restraint, wrists still bound to the headboard with my silk tie. "Claire," he growled, voice thick with hunger, "I need you so fucking bad. I want you on me, around me. Make it so I can't even walk tomorrow."

A shiver ran down my spine at his words, my core clenching with want. I smirked, tracing a finger along his jaw, feeling the rough stubble under my touch. "Oh, that's a good start, soldier. But I wanna hear more. Beg for it. Convince me."

Daniel let out a low groan, his hips shifting under me, the wine-red thong barely containing his hard length. He tugged at the restraints, the headboard creaking slightly. Then, to my surprise, his voice dropped even lower, rough and desperate. "Please, Claire. I'm begging you. Take me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want, just don't make me wait anymore."

I bit my lip, heat flooding through me at how easily he gave in. A laugh escaped me, light and teasing, as I ran my nails down his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles tense under my touch. "Damn, baby, you're too easy to rile up. Look at you, already pleading. I love it."

I shifted my hips, positioning myself over him, feeling his hardness press against me through the thin fabric of his underwear. I reached down, tugging the thong aside, ready to sink onto him when he spoke again.

"Untie me, Claire," he begged, his voice strained. "I need to touch you. Let me feel you with my hands. Please."

I paused, considering his request. The power I felt having him bound was intoxicating, but the thought of his hands on my body made me ache with need. I leaned forward, my breasts brushing against his chest as I reached for the silk tie around his wrists.

"Since you asked so nicely," I murmured, slowly loosening the knot.

As soon as his hands were free, he moved with startling speed. In one fluid motion, he pulled off the blindfold and flipped us over, pinning me beneath him. I gasped, surprised by the sudden reversal, but the weight of his body on mine felt too good to complain. I noticed the red marks on his wrists where the tie had dug in, and a pang of guilt hit me.

"Look at this," I murmured, my tone playful to hide the concern as I lifted his hand, pressing soft kisses to the irritated skin. "These marks, Dan. And this eye mask? Ruined. You owe me another one now. That's two things you've gotta replace."

He let out a low chuckle, his voice still rough. "I'll get you ten if it means we do this again." His hand reached up to cup my face, his thumb brushing my cheek. The tenderness caught me off guard, and for a moment, I just stared at him, my heart doing something weird in my chest.

But then his grip shifted, firm and hungry. His lips crashed into mine in a desperate kiss, all teeth and tongue. I felt the heat of his body everywhere as his hands roamed over me, rough and needy, sliding down to grip my hips. His now-free legs positioned between mine, spreading them wider as he pressed his hard cock against my soaked pussy.

"Dan," I gasped into his mouth, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck me. Now. I need it."

He didn't say a word, just positioned himself and pushed in, slow at first, letting me feel every inch. I moaned loud, my legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper. He started moving, hard and fast, each thrust hitting just right, and I felt my body climbing fast. My mind flickered for a split second to a toy I'd forgotten in the drawer—something kinky we hadn't tried yet. I almost laughed at the thought. Maybe next time.

Daniel noticed my brief distraction, his eyes narrowing as he thrust harder, snapping my focus back. "Stay with me, Claire," he grunted, his voice low and commanding, sweat dripping from his brow onto my chest. "Look at me."

I locked eyes with him, my breath hitching. "Daniel... fuck, give it to me. Come inside me. I want it."

His pace quickened, his grip on my hips bruising, and I felt the wave crash over me, my pussy tightening around him as I came, shaking under his weight. He followed right after, a deep groan escaping him as he spilled inside me, hot and intense. His body slowed, but he didn't pull out right away. Instead, he lowered his head to my shoulder, his breath warm against my neck.

"Claire," he whispered, voice soft now, "just wait a little. Let me stay like this. Just a bit longer."

I didn't say no. I couldn't. I just nodded, my fingers threading through his damp hair, letting him stay buried inside me. The room was quiet except for our heavy breathing, the city's faint hum outside the window. I felt every inch of him, every beat of his heart against mine, and for once, I didn't push or tease. I just let us be.