BOUND: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by Leah Wilde

  “Shh, shh, shh,” Vince whispered into her ear before sliding his lips over her cheeks and nose, going back down to her mouth. “You’ve got to be patient, darling. You know I’ll take good care of you.”

  “Yes,” Fiona agreed, a smile fighting its way onto her face despite everything. She felt so warm inside, maybe even a little bubbly as Vince dropped soft, gentle kisses over her chin, down her neck, traveling down to her chest so he could lick and kiss and pull lightly at her nipples. “You do.”

  “Mm, you taste so fucking good,” Vince murmured into Fiona’s chest, his free hand coming up to scratch his way up her stomach, pausing to grab at the side of her hip, his nails digging hard into her skin. “So fucking hot.”

  “Thank you,” Fiona whimpered in response, the pain from his fingernails transforming into a tingling pleasure that sent sparks shooting throughout her entire nervous system. “Mm, oh, shit!” she cried out as Vince bent his fingers inside of her, his fingertips rubbing up against some bundle of sensitive nerves on her innermost wall. “Ugh, Jesus, please!”

  “What? What is it? What do you want?” Vince asked, returning to hover over her head, staring her directly in the eyes as he began to pump his fingers in and out, twisting them on every couple of strokes so that he stimulated different areas inside of her cunt. “You want this?”

  “Yes, fuck, yes, please, I want it so bad,” Fiona moaned, throwing her head back onto the pillow behind her and sobbing out a string of groans that made her sound pathetic and desperate, which she supposed was accurate at this point. Her thigh muscles had started trembling, her legs shaking on either side of Vince’s arm. He started moving a little faster, twisting his fingers around inside of her until there was room for a third one, spreading her open so wide that she felt like her body was being remade, remolded into the shape that would best fit Vince’s cock. She felt like she was being teased to the point of insanity, her whole body beginning to shake a little as Vince went impossibly deeper into her pussy. Vince seemed to interpret her body’s cues as signifying that she was ready for more, as he slid his way back down her body, keeping his hand in place as he began to lick and suck at her clit.

  “Mm, so sweet. So fucking sweet, aren’t you?” Vince muttered into her cunt, taking one of her labia into his mouth and sucking as hard as he could, his teeth creating just the barest edge of delicious pain as he rocked his mouth back and forth, pushing her clit up and down while his fingers sped up inside of her, fucking into her harder than before.

  “Shit. Fucking shit goddammit,” Fiona mindlessly moaned, exhaling forcefully as Vince began to move his fingers in wide, deliberate circles, just as his tongue pressed down harder onto her clitoral region, making her aware of nerve endings that she’d never felt before. She felt so hot between her legs, like there was this secret oven inside of her and Vince had finally found the “on” switch, building a huge fire inside of her that just spread wider and wider with every twitch of his fingers, with every swipe of his tongue.

  Fiona couldn’t take it anymore. She had to have as much of Vince as she could possibly take. She bent her spine to lift her hips up in the air, her thighs squeezing Vince’s face probably a little hard as she clenched around him, taking him in deeper than ever before. “Fuck, yes, that’s right. That’s right. Eat my cunt. Please. Please fucking lick me open.”

  Vince chuckled into her sensitive flesh, giving her clit one last, lingering lick before he pulled his fingers out of her hole and replaced them with his tongue. He couldn’t speak, but his eyes said everything as he locked gazes with Fiona, his pupils blown wide and dark as he twirled his tongue inside of her, fucking her rhythmically while his hand traveled under her raised hips, playing around between her ass cheeks, tickling her and making her blush an even deeper red as he licked her inner juices.

  Fiona let her eyes slide shut, finally succumbing to the sensations that wrapped around her body like a coiled snake, squeezing her so hard that she felt like all of her organs were about to collapse. But it was good. God, it was so good. It was like she was wrapped up in this wonderfully tight, warm cocoon, meticulously built by Vince’s body, by his beautiful, wonderful, capable hands, her body’s energy building up and up and up until she could finally explode out of her bonds, spreading her wings and becoming her true self. That’s what this was all about. Vince was taking her body to the edge, giving it all his force, so she could transform into something stronger. Something more powerful than she’d ever been before.

  Vince’s tongue slowed down, moving in an excruciatingly teasing way in and out of her tight pussy, while the fingers of his other hand danced around her clit, never quite pressing down on it but pushing it this way and that, bringing her to the edge of screaming and then moving away again, leaving her desperate to come.

  Five minutes into this, Fiona felt exhausted, her sweat making her cling to the mattress beneath her, but she still couldn’t stop herself from moving, jerking her hips back and forth, back and forth, riding Vince’s face, all the while keeping intense eye contact with the man who was tongue-fucking her so thoroughly.

  “Ugh, yes, that’s it,” she groaned, lifting her hips up higher off the mattress as she kept moving herself to the limit, slamming her vulva into Vince’s mouth, his lips brushing up against all her sensitive areas while he licked deep inside of her. “Yeah, fuck me, fuck me, baby, yes!”

  She felt herself building, climbing that hill inside of her, the sensations between her legs getting more and more intense, her chest feeling like it was about to collapse under the shining bright heat that kept growing inside of her. Vince’s tongue brushed up against her special spots, while his fingers danced over her clit, and she was so close, so fucking close, this close to coming when…

  Without warning, Vince pulled away, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and grinning as Fiona collapsed onto the bed, her limbs going limp and lifeless as disappointment crashed over her, her limbs shaking in the aftershocks of her almost-orgasm. “Ugh, fuck,” she groaned, wiping the sweat off her forehead and breathing raggedly just to get back to herself.

  But Vince wasn’t done with her, growling as he climbed his way back up her body, attacking her throat with his teeth and lips and tongue, sucking on the hollow at the base of her neck until she squealed pathetically, wrapping her arms around him. “You liked that?” Vince whispered into her ear before he bit down on her neck again, sucking so hard that it was definitely going to leave a mark in the morning. But Fiona held herself back from the scream that wanted to rip out of her, biting down on her bottom lip to keep quiet, even though a weak whine still left her throat as Vince pulled his teeth away from her skin.

  Fiona inhaled shakily, blowing the breath out as Vince began to more gently stroke the sides of her body, trying to make some of the tension gathered in her muscles dissipate with his sweet, surprisingly soft touch. “Yeah, that was good,” Fiona whispered in response after a long pause of silence. “I want…more of it.”

  Vince chuckled softly and nodded, pressing their noses together as he stared deeply into her eyes. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll give you more. I’ve got a lot in store for you.”

  Fiona laughed lowly, her ribs practically sore with the effort after the workout Vince had just put her body through. “Oh, trust me, I didn’t doubt that for a second.”

  “Mm? Getting feisty with me, are you?” Vince asked, grinning down at her, his white sharp teeth bared like an animal. “You must want to be punished.”

  Fiona shivered a little, giggling bashfully as Vince’s grin got wider in response. “Maybe…” she said, smiling up at Vince and feeling like she didn’t have a single care in the world.

  Vince kissed her again, pulling on her lips and biting softly before he pulled away, staring into her eyes silently for a minute before he whispered, “Flip over.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Fiona rushed to comply with Vince’s command, sticking her ass up into the air as high as it could go without causing str
ain on her back, while she buried her head into a pillow, preparing herself to suppress the screams that were sure to follow as soon as Vince began spanking her.

  Vince’s hand dropped down onto Fiona’s ass softly, rubbing her cheeks until goosebumps prickled up all over her skin, but even after raking his fingernails over the sensitive skin, he didn’t spank her. He was silent and still for a full minute, making Fiona suspect that he was testing her patience. She held herself up as high as she could, straining her muscles in her eagerness to obey Vince’s wishes. She had a brief millisecond of warning before he finally struck her, spanking her so hard she skidded forward on the bed, nearly banging her head against the wall in the process.

  “Jesus Christ,” she muttered. “Thank you.”

  “Be quiet,” Vince instructed her. “Unless it’s to say your safe word, you’re to keep your mouth shut unless I’m kissing or fucking it. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, sir,” Fiona said.

  Vince seemed to hesitate before carrying on with the play session. “Red, yellow, green?” he asked, checking in to make sure that everything was okay.

  “Green, sir. Definitely, without a doubt, green,” she said, sticking her ass further out in wordless invitation for Vince to touch it or stroke it or punish it again.

  “Good girl,” Vince whispered, running his hand up and down her spinal column a couple of times until she leaned her weight forward on her arms, giving her back a little bit of a break from the constant pressure. The next second, Vince wrapped his arm around her waist, helping Fiona stay up as he smacked his free hand against her ass again and again and again, sending hot pain up and down her quivering legs.

  Fiona was so tempted to groan, to let Vince know what a good job he was doing, but she needed to stay quiet, if only to fulfill her own personal mission to do exactly what Vince told her to do, to prove a point that she could hand over control even on one of the worst days of her life. Vince soothed her battered ass after every spank, rubbing over the inflamed area with his hand until she cooed lowly, giving him a reason to spank her again.

  “You just love taking it, don’t you?” Vince whispered, leaning over her back to kiss the back of her neck, licking a hot line of sensation down between her shoulder-blades. “You love feeling me slam into you, against you, on top of you. You love getting wrecked by me.”

  Fiona couldn’t answer in the affirmative out loud, but she bent the rules for herself a little bit to nod. Vince didn’t seem to mind, scratching lightly at her lower back, convincing the last bit of tension in her body to seep away. “You love this,” Vince said, kissing his way down her back until he reached the top of her ass.

  He breathed lightly against her skin, making the nerve endings there prickle in sensation, causing Fiona to want to squirm Vince’s face, but she held herself back successfully, even if she couldn’t keep herself from breathing raggedly and roughly as Vince dragged his tongue along her ass. She knew what was coming, but that didn’t prevent her from whining lowly as he bit down on her ass cheek, his teeth sucking on her skin until her low moan turned into a high-pitched, wordless squeal. “Yeah, that’s right,” Vince murmured, kissing the sore spot softly and rubbing at it lightly with his thumb. “You like getting marked up by me. You want everyone to know whose little slut you are.”

  Fiona wanted to say, “Yes, yes, God, yes,” she wanted to ramble for a thousand years about all the ways she wanted to belong to Vince, but she bit down on her tongue when it tried to speak, instead nodding vigorously and letting another high-pitched moan leave her throat as soon as Vince bit her again. He sucked and sucked and sucked on her skin, making her feel like she was being branded, like he was marking her up as his own personal property. God, that idea turned her on, making her even wetter than she already was.

  Meanwhile, Vince’s hand grabbed one of her thighs, shoving her apart wider, but Fiona hadn’t really noticed anything that was happening anywhere other than her ass for several minutes while Vince worked on marking her up with dozens of hickeys. But eventually, after several minutes or hours or some other time period that was beyond Fiona’s comprehension at the moment, his fingers found her cunt again, slipping inside with ease and making Fiona give off a pathetic choked-off sob as he brushed up against her special spot inside, finding it right away. It was like he had some map of the inside of her body, that he knew exactly where the right nerves to touch were, like his body knew her better than her own brain did.

  “Like that?” Vince asked, sliding his tongue down her ass as his fingers located another angle inside of her, fucking into her at just the right tempo as she began to rock her hips backwards, panting slightly harder as she fucked herself gently onto Vince’s digits.

  Vince growled and dove deeper into her ass, kissing and biting her until she squealed, suppressing the noises as best as she could with the pillow under her face. Fiona fucked her hips backwards, reaching down with both of her hands to grab Vince’s free hand, tugging him higher onto her body so he could clutch onto her breast while he fucked his fingers into her hole.

  “Yeah, tell me what you want. I’ll do it for you, baby, even if you are a bad, dirty little girl,” Vince said into her ear, dragging his teeth along the oversensitive skin on the back of her neck.

  “Ahh!” Fiona cried out, shivering as every tiny hair follicle on her body stood up at attention in response to Vince’s tongue.

  “That’s it, baby. Let go. Let it all go for me,” Vince whispered into her ear, stroking his hand up and down the front of her body, massaging her breasts lightly before dancing over her stomach. At the same time, his fingers moved faster into her hole, massaging her inner nub until she started grunting gutturally, wordlessly demanding that he fuck her harder and harder, more and more. She needed as much of him as he was willing to give. She wanted all of him. “Yeah, baby. Relax. Let me take care of you.”

  Fiona had to shut her eyes tightly, pressing her face harder into the pillow as she worked to resist the tears that had appeared in her eyes as a result of Vince’s honest words. She breathed out heavily, relaxing her body as much as possible to obey Vince’s gentle commands. He spanked her again, lightly this time, while his fingers pressed in harder, applying pressure on her inner walls as they fucked inside more and more quickly. At the same time, he rubbed at her ass, the backs of her thighs, and the tense spot on her lower back…gradually working until all of the accumulated worry left her body like water seeping from a cloud.

  “Yes. That’s it. Yeah, that’s it, baby. Just let it all go. I got you. I got you. I’m not going to let you fall. I’ve got you, darling,” Vince whispered, kissing the skin behind her ear and then licking a line down her spine, stopping to kiss each vertebrate before he lifted himself back up to nuzzle his head against hers.

  She was being fucked furiously, Vince’s hand moving faster and faster as he shoved his fingers deep inside of her, and her body ached with the numerous times she’d been struck and bitten so far that night, but she’d never felt this safe before in her entire life. She knew that she could stop things at any moment, but she didn’t want him to stop. She trusted him not to stop, not to break off this beautiful miraculous feeling inside of her. She didn’t know if she was strong enough to fall over the edge she was approaching, if her body could contain the feelings that Vince was inspiring, but she had to try to accept every sensation that her body was giving her. She had to try to prove, at least once, that she wasn’t afraid of feeling real things, that she wasn’t afraid of letting go and letting someone in.

  “Ungh!” she cried out as Vince’s other hand slid down the front of her body and found her clit, his thumb moving in furious circles over the most sensitive spot on her body.

  “Yeah, baby. Yeah, baby. Let go. Just let go, sweetheart. Just let me take you there,” Vince whispered as he kissed and licked and gently bit the back of her neck. It was like he was reading her thoughts, correctly interpreting every signal of her body to bring her the most comfort and pleasure. It was li
ke he knew how afraid she was, how nervous she was that she wasn’t strong enough to feel the huge combination of sensations that Vince was giving her. He knew all that, yet he still was confident that she could do it. It made Fiona feel stronger, her head rising off of the pillow so she could breathe more deeply as she moaned out her pleasure, loud enough so that Vince was sure to hear what a good job he was doing.

  “Mm, that tight little hole. That fucking sweet little hole. It feels hungry, baby, squeezing onto me so tight. I think it wants more. What do you think?” Vince asked her, chuckling into her ear before kissing the side of her neck teasingly, moving her hair out of the way so he could properly lick and suck at the top of her back. “Hmm? What do you think, baby?”

  Fiona nodded repeatedly, fucking her hips back and forth between Vince’s two hands, moaning joyously as he began to pull more forcefully on the skin around her clit. She could feel her heartbeat pounding in her cunt, her leg muscles feeling the vibrations with every pulse of her bloodstream. Her brain had never been this quiet in her whole life, all her thoughts wrapped in static, perfectly safe from any nagging worry or fear or doubt.

  “I’m taking that as a yes,” Vince said with a short laugh, nuzzling the back of her head for a moment before he began to move back south, tracing his tongue over every bone in her back as he jerked his fingers frantically inside of her cunt.