Forbidden Bride - Penny Wylder Page 0,36

“I’m well aware that this is a bit cliché,” he says, pulling our several ties from his drawer, “but on short notice, I think that they’ll work rather well.”

“Yes,” I breathe.

He kneels in front of me with one of the ties, leaning behind me. “After telling you that we know each other more than we think, I have to say that this is something that I didn’t know.”

“I…if you don’t want to do that I understand.”

Tristan gathers both of my wrists in one hand behind my back and wraps the smooth fabric around them, and again, tightening them together and tying it off. When I pull on them, I can’t move my hands apart, and my heartrate kicks up a notch and a fresh wave of wetness hits my pussy. Oh god.

He cups my face in his hand. “Of course I want to. You don’t ever have to be embarrassed with me about what you want. I told you that I wanted all your fantasies, and I do. I want you be able to live them. Feel them. With me.” His face goes from perfectly sympathetic to hard and dominant in a second. “Now open your mouth because we’re not finished.”

I didn’t tell him about the dominant nature of the movie I’m thinking of—I didn’t have to. He just seems to know. Taking a deep breath, I open my mouth again, and he drives his cock in, barely hesitating at the entrance to my throat. He pulls me onto his cock until I think I can’t take anymore, but I’m so close to take it all. So close.

Tristan holds me there, mouth stretched around his cock, as my breath evaporates. On instinct I try to move my hands, and I can’t. Holy fuck. A wave of heat rolls through me. My nipples are so hard they might tear through my lingerie, and I’m dizzy with arousal.

He pulls back just in time to let me gasp for air, but only for a moment before he’s guiding my mouth back on him and thrusting deep. As soon as Tristan is in my throat, he’s fucking. A harsh rhythm that makes me close my eyes. Farther and farther he goes until I’m out of air, but he doesn’t stop there, holding himself still in my throat for as long as he dares before allowing me to breathe.

“I can’t describe how good at this you are,” he says.

And that’s all the time I have to catch my breath.

“Relax,” he says this time, easing in. “We’re going all the way.”

I consciously go as limp as I dare without falling over. Tristan’s cock is so long that I feel like it never ends as it slides inside to that point of no return. Further and further. My lips are stretched to the limit, and he’s still going. Until suddenly I feel it. The base of his cock is there in my mouth, nose pressed against his stomach. “Good girl,” Tristan says, though his words are more of a groan.

He releases me, and the world flares into fiery color again. I did it. I took all of him. And I’m going to do it again. I’m ready for him this time, and he pulls me onto him, holding my head still as he rocks his hips into me. If I were able to move my hands I’d be able to reach up and feel the hardness of him in my throat, but I can’t. I’m a captive here, at his mercy.

And god I fucking love it.

Tristan keeps me locked in place, fucking my throat with staccato strokes until my head is buzzing with the lack of oxygen. When he pulls back this time, I almost come from the cool air hitting my lungs.

He reaches behind me to untie my hands, and my voice is scratchy when I speak. “What are you doing?”

“I’m just going to move you around a little bit,” he says with a smirk.

I let him. He lays me on the bed with my head off the edge, and then the ties are in his hands again. In a flash both my hands are secured in front of me, and I’m once again unable to move. “You look so fucking hot,” he tells me. “I want to take some pictures while my cock is in your throat. I want you to see the bulge, and I want to remember this moment.”

“Yes,” I say. “Yes.” I’m beyond being able to form more complicated replies.

Tristan leans over