He grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto his cock so forcefully that his thighs slapped against hers. Oh, God. With her hands bound as they were, the only control she had was with her mouth and hips. She could pull away. She could tell him to stop. But, she didn’t want to. With each aggressive thrust, her body relented more to him, and her brain went right along with the scheme. “Yes, fuck me,” she whispered. Her pussy clamped around him, rewarding each tap of her cervix—each massage of her G-spot. She felt uninhibitedly wanton and freer than she’d ever been, and knew it was a matter of trust. She didn’t know when she’d given it to him so completely, but it’d toggled some switch in her head. Maybe it was when he’d said he wanted to claim her—to own her body. That meant he wanted to keep her. In the past, she might have bristled at the thought of being kept, but that was B.S.
