Soft fingertips trail along my forearms and I shift in my sleep, stuck in the space between dreaming and waking. The place where anything is possible.
The sound of the cuffs snapping around my wrists jolts me back to reality. Opening my eyes, I sigh with relief when I see Joey straddling me, her long dark curls cascading over her shoulders and a wicked grin on her face. “Morning,” she purrs seductively.
I try to pull my arms from above my head, and the cuffs clang against the metal bed frame. Little brat cuffed me to the damn bed. “What are you doing, baby girl?”
“You think you’re the only one in control here, Max?”
“Take these cuffs off me and we’ll see who’s in control.”
“Oh, Maximo.” She tuts, raking her fingernails down my chest as she rolls her hot, wet pussy over my hard cock. “You can give it, tough guy, but you can’t take it. Is that it?”
“I can take whatever it is you have to offer.”
“You sure about that?”
“One hundred percent.” My eyes roam over her delectable body. Apart from a few scratches on her knees, there’s no outward sign of yesterday, but the psychological scars will affect her much deeper than any physical wound. That sick fuck kidnapped her and tied her up. He was going to take her to Russia and force her to marry him. She stabbed him and got away, all on her own. I’m beyond fucking proud of her for that. But what if he’d gotten up and come after her again? What if we hadn’t got there when we did—
I close my eyes and focus on taking deep breaths. Pushkin is in the basement, and I’ll have my time with him soon enough. But first, my girl clearly has some control issues she needs to work out.
“Do you trust me, Max?” she breathes, probably mistaking my deep breaths and the scowl on my face for unease over her having me in cuffs.
I open my eyes. “Yes.”
Raking her eyes down my body and licking her lips, she hums with pleasure. Her pussy is already wet as she moves over me, and I fucking love how hot she is for me. Her fingertips graze my abdomen and she scoots back, running the pad of her pointer finger over the crown of my dick and collecting the drops of glistening precum. She places that same finger into her mouth, her eyes darkening and her eyelashes fluttering as she sucks it clean. “You taste so damn good, baby,” she says with a soft laugh.
“Wrap your lips around me and I’ll taste even better,” I groan, rocking my hips upward, rubbing my piercings over her clit and making her moan. “You like that?”
Her eyes return to mine and she bites her lip. “Not as much as you do,” she says. “And I’m going to make you beg for my pussy.”
Holy fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me. “You think?”
“I know, tough guy.” She rocks her hips, coating my shaft with her slick heat and grinding her sensitive pussy on me. I shift my hips, trying to slip inside her, but she pulls back, giggling.
“Take my cock, baby girl,” I order. She drops her hips lower again, until I feel her wet heat on my skin. My cock throbs with the desperate need to be inside her. “Pussy or your mouth, I don’t care as long as I’m inside you.”
She laughs and scoots back farther, dropping her head and running her soft, wet tongue the length of my shaft, flicking the tip over each of my piercings before focusing on the one in the crown. She licks it softly, coaxing the barbell to the very edge of my skin and sending jolts of hot, searing pleasure through me.
“Fuck, Joey,” I growl, pulling on the cuffs and rattling the bed frame.
She looks up at me with a wicked smile on her face. “Who owns you, Max?”
“You do, baby,” I groan. “Let me get my cock in you.”
“Not until you beg, tough guy.”
“Please?” I drive my hips upward, trying to get inside her.
She sits back up, settling her beautiful pussy directly over my length. “That really doesn’t sound like begging to me.”
“Joey,” I order. “Sit the fuck on my cock. Right now, baby.”
“Beg me, Max,” she moans, her head tipped back as she rubs herself over me. “Because I can get off just as easily like this.”
Fuck me, she could too. “But how much better would it be with my cock stretching your tight cunt?”
She bites her lip, her skin flushed. She’s every bit as desperate for me as I am for her, but she continues to hold out on me. “You tell me, Max. How good would it feel to slide that huge cock inside me? Fill me up until my soaking wet pussy is wrapped tight around you?”
My chest heaves with the effort of keeping my hands off her. I need to be inside her more than I need my next breath. “Please, Joey.” Now I beg. “Please ride me, baby girl.”
“You want this?” She maneuvers herself until my cock presses at her entrance.
“You know I do.” I drive my hips up, but she’s ready for me. Pulling away, she laughs wickedly like my spoiled little brat.
But now I’m frantic for her and I can’t keep this up much longer. “I’m going to tear this fucking bed in half if you don’t sit on my cock, Joey.”
Her narrowed eyes question whether I’m capable of carrying out my threat, but she knows without a doubt that I am. She holds my gaze and slides down, taking every inch of me, every single piercing until I’m balls deep inside her. The relief that washes over me almost makes me pass out. Her pussy squeezes me tight, shooting pleasure through every nerve in my body. My thighs and my balls are on fire, burning with the need to come inside her even as I try to hold off and enjoy this.
“Holy fuck, Max,” she whimpers as her arousal slicks my cock.
“I know, baby girl. You feel so fucking good.”
She rocks her hips back and forth, using my cock to stimulate her G-spot over and over again. We both teeter close to the edge. Her eyelids flutter, her mouth open, jaw slack as she chases her climax. And when she comes, she milks my cock with her ravenous cunt, drawing every drop of cum and pleasure from me as I empty myself inside her with a roar of her name.
While she struggles to catch her breath, she looks down at me, cheeks flushed from her release and her tits shuddering with each heavy breath.
“Come here,” I demand, and in her compliant, post-orgasmic state, she leans forward, thinking I’m going to kiss her. Quickly lifting my head, I suck one nipple into my mouth before she can move away.
“Oh, Max,” she whimpers as I release it with a wet pop and rest my head back on the pillow.
“You done?” I arch an eyebrow at her.
“Yeah,” she pants, her hands planted on my chest. “Let me find those keys.”
With a grin, I pop the lock on the cuffs with ease.
Her eyes widen. “W-what? How—?”
I flip her onto her back before she can finish her question, nestling myself between her thighs. Her tits jiggle against my chest as she sucks in air.
“You ever need me to give up a little control, all you have to do is ask. Okay?”
She blinks at me, her eyes wet with tears. “Okay.”
“Because you fucking own me too, Joey. Every single part of me. I am and always will be all yours, baby girl.”
“Fuck, Max,” she breathes.
“But”—I glare at her—“if you ever cuff me in my sleep again, I will make you regret it in so many ways.”
Not saying anything, she chews on her lip.
“You think that’s a challenge, baby?” I press my already-hard cock against her pussy.
“Maybe.”
I sink myself balls deep into her tight, wet cunt until her back arches. Throwing her head back, she gives me access to her neck, and I drag my teeth up the sweet column of her throat until I reach her ear. “Just try me.”
