I'm begging him for more. I'm telling him that what he's doing is perfection but that I need more. I need to be filled.
My head falls back as his teeth circle my clit and he bites down just hard enough to make me scream with pleasure and pain all rolled up with one excruciatingly talented mouth.
"Roman, oh fuck." I don't finish my thought as one finger, then a second breaches the tight rim of my ass and pushes inside me. The sensation is overwhelming. Between the workout with my abs, suspended by fucking chains and blindfolded, and his mouth showing me just how hungry my wolf is with the added bonus of his fingers fucking my ass, I'm not going to last very long.
And I am more than fucking okay with that.
Extending my arms so that I'm perpendicular to the floor, my head thrown back like a sexy, dirty dancer, I'm only tethered by the fact that Roman is holding me, cradling my ass as he brings me to the point of no return.
The tell-tale signs of ecstasy start at my toes, travelling up the length of my legs, then thighs as they squeeze the side of Roman's neck.
He knows what's happening, his nails scratching the surface of my skin as my juices fill his mouth like an offering.
The torture room is once again filled with screams but this time they are mine and they are all pleasure and the most exquisite kind of pain. My fingers are sore from holding myself up but I don't give a shit.
We both need this release, this invigorating push into bliss. It's our way of getting a little slice of normalcy back.
My breath catches in my throat as he sucks my lips into his mouth like he's trying to squeeze every drop of my juices from me for his own pleasure.
With no more strength left in my limbs from the force of my orgasm, I let go completely. My ankles uncross, my fingers release the chains, my wrists taking the brunt of my weight but not for long.
Roman releases my pussy with one long, lingering lick before the mechanism turns back on and my body is slowly coming back down to earth. Both physically and mentally.
By the time my toes touch down and Roman unhooks the metal cuffs from my wrists, I'm lucid enough to hear the zipper of his pants and I know…
This is where I get him. All of him.
It won't be sweet, and it won't be tender.
I'm about to get fucked within an inch of my life and I can't wait.
"That was one," he declares, taking my blindfold off before reaching over to the wooden chair I'm guessing he'd used earlier.
The back of the chair is presented to me, and with a wicked grin on his lips he taps the wood telling me without a word that I need to hold on.
My hands and fingers are sore, but I don't care. I position myself like I'm dancing in a cabaret and the chair is my prop.
Roman gently kicks my feet apart and before I can even grasp the extent of his need, he slams into me with one long, powerful thrust.
I scream from the force of it, holding onto the chair like my life depends on it.
"Your pussy is my salvation, Princess. Without you, I'm nothing but anger and instinct."
His hand snakes around to my neck, covering the expanse right under my chin, his thumb and middle finger on either side. Turning my head, he bites on my ear lobe at the exact moment he thrusts back inside me with savage force. He's showing me his love, fucking his need right into me. With his second thrust, he bites my cheek hard enough to make my juices flow but not so much that it'll leave a mark.
He pulls back out and with his next slam into my pussy, he bites my bottom lip and I can feel the break of my skin.
Saliva and blood mix together as he glides his tongue along the flesh and continues fucking me like an animal who has lost all control.
His other hand slides over to my front and pinches my clit and I'm a fucking goner.
Again.
"That's two," he says, the gravelly tenor of his voice in my ear.
This time, I'm not even trying to keep any semblance of decorum. I'm shaking and trembling, bucking and screaming. The wood beneath my fingers splinters and the chair's back is a thing of the past. I'm still