that tormented me, I’d force her to languish in it. I wanted to look into her dark, desperate eyes as she whimpered my name and begged for release. I wanted her fully under my control, bound to my will.
She wouldn’t try to run from me again. Not after today.
She tensed at the whisper of leather against denim as I pulled my belt free, but I didn’t intend to whip her. I shifted her off my lap and rolled her onto her back. Immediately, she tried to push up onto her elbows, but I grabbed her wrists with a warning growl. I pressed my chest close to hers, pinning her into the dirt as I drew her arms over her head.
She wriggled beneath me, but she focused more effort on rubbing her tits against me rather than trying to pull free from my hold. I’d fantasized about her full, perfect breasts during her time as my untouchable hostage. Now, I could do whatever I wanted, touch her however I wanted. I had Marisol all to myself, and I could fully indulge my most wicked desires.
I looped my belt around her wrists, binding them together before securing the leather around a strong sapling. She was thoroughly trapped, and now, I had both hands free to explore the lush little body that’d tempted me almost to the point of madness.
“All mine.” Slowly, I traced the contours of her curves, learning the feel of her hourglass shape as I laid claim to every delicious inch of her flesh.
She shuddered and whimpered, but her eyes were dark with need. Dirt shadowed her cheek, and I brushed it away with my thumb, caressing her fragile features.
“Raúl…” My name left her rosebud lips on a strained whisper, a desperate plea.
I lowered my face to hers, so we exchanged each panting breath. “What do you want, corderita?” I purred, trailing my free hand over the swell of her breasts to tease her hard nipples through her dress. “Do you want to be released? Or do you want me to stroke your hot cunt until you come all over my hand?”
Before she could respond, I crushed my mouth to hers, devouring her shocked cry. I demanded entrance, nipping at her lips until she opened for me. Her head tipped back, welcoming me to take more.
Her answering hunger fed my animal lust, and my dick pressed hard into her soft belly. My fingers curled into the front of her dress, and I tore my mouth from hers at the same time as I jerked my arms wide. Her sharp cry mingled with the harsh rip of cotton shredding in my fists. I drank in the sight of her: my lovely captive bound and quivering in the dirt beneath me, her breasts bared to my rough, greedy hands. Her nipples were hard peaks, begging for my touch.
“You might hate me, but you can’t deny what’s between us,” I rumbled, palming her tits.
“I don’t hate—”
I cut off her lie before it could leave her lips, covering her mouth with mine as I pinched her nipples hard. Keeping the tight buds trapped between my fingers, I tugged, forcing her to arch toward my cruel hands in an attempt to alleviate the sting. I indulged myself in her soft mouth, sampling the flavor of her desperate whimpers.
When she rocked her hips against my thigh, her pain twisting into dark pleasure, I finally released her from my punishing grip. She melted into the earth on a shuddering moan as I stroked her abused nipples, soothing and stimulating her sensitive buds.
Keeping one hand at her breasts, I dipped the other between her legs, finding her hot cunt. At the first brush of my fingers along her seam, she writhed beneath me, mindlessly seeking more contact. Her undulating movements teased my aching dick, and I broke our kiss with a curse.
She cried out when my hands left her hot, needy body, and her eyes flew wide when I went for my zipper. Her pink tongue wet her sensual lips, but her delicate features tightened with fear.
My teeth snapped together in response to her sudden distress, and I tasted blood in my mouth. I swallowed down the coppery tang and freed my cock, fisting it in one hand while I splayed the other low on her belly, pinning her in place.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” I growled. “My cock is a reward, and you are being punished. You will not run from me ever again. You’re mine.”
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