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Desperate to feel powerful once more.
When I opened the door, Raven was folded on her knees, head bowed, naked, and waiting. I locked the door behind us and rolled out my neck. I was going to take my agitation out on her flesh, and she was going to thank me for it.
“Stand up.”
She rose to her feet, keeping her head down. I walked around her, inspecting her naked body. She was trembling, but I knew it had nothing to do with fear. It had to do with anticipation, and I enjoyed the way that made me feel. Walking over to the small chest of drawers, I pulled out a thick leather collar. The buckle was heavy in my hands, and as I wrapped the leather around Raven’s delicate throat, I wondered what Fallon would look like wearing a collar.
Raven let out a sigh as soon as the buckle was secured and the leather strap had been slid out of the way. She was looking forward to this as much as I was. Moving back to the drawers, I pulled out the telescopic spreader bar with leather loops on either end to secure it to her ankles. Most times, the inside of the loops were soft, but I chose the ones that were unfinished and raw. I wanted to see the red welts left behind when I was finally done with her.
Kneeling, I affixed one side before ordering her to widen her stance. She did until I had stretched her to her limits, leaving her pussy wide open and ready for the taking. She was already so turned on that her arousal was dripping down the inside of her thigh.
Raven craved this release as much as I did.
It was the perfect arrangement.
I rose to my feet to inspect my handiwork and rubbed my fingers along my mouth. She was unable to move and teetering on her heels as the spreader bar kept her legs apart. Wrapping one hand around her arm, I moved her into position—facing away from me—and against the back wall. Reaching behind the curtains, I found the three lengths of rope complete with the hooks I needed, and clipped one to her collar, and one to each side of the spreader bar.
Raven’s hips undulated with barely contained excitement. She enjoyed the restraint part of our play, and I enjoyed her restraint. Next were her hands, which I wrapped in the same red rope and lifted above her head, securing her hands to the ceiling anchor. Stepping back, I admired the shape her body made and the angles I could fuck her at. Like this, she wouldn’t be able to suck my dick, but I didn’t need that. I just wanted to fuck her. Hard. Ruthlessly.
I needed to forget.
Lowering my pants, I took out my erection and began to stroke. Raven tried to peer over her shoulder at me, but after a growled, “Eyes on the wall,” she stopped trying. I rewarded her for her good behavior with a paddle on the ass. Her hips rolled forward as if she was taking a cock inside her—moving over and over again.
Stepping up to her back, I stared at her perfect, unmarred skin and resisted the urge to damage her more. I was already sending her home early today with the burns that will be around her wrists. I didn’t need to mark her any more than that. Grabbing my cock, I slapped her on the ass with it, then slid it between her folds. She was so wet she was dripping, lubricating my dick with every stroke.
She moaned, finding her pleasure from one simple touch.
I groaned because all I could think of was Fallon.
Wondered if she would react this way for me.
What would she think of the way I fucked?
Would she judge me for needing to be in control?
My erection grew painfully hard, and I did something I’d never done before. I allowed myself to think of another woman while I phantom-fucked Raven. It was a first for me. Never had someone haunted me like Fallon did. As my dick slid through Raven’s pussy lips, pushing against her clit, I let myself dream for a moment that it was Fallon beneath me, wordlessly begging for me to take her, to fuck her hard and rough, to make her come with a cry that the other patrons would hear. Fisting my cock at the base, I slapped it hard against her opening, and the smell of sex and anticipation in the air—everything about this scene I’d conjured up in my head—made me want her even more.
I was panting by the time I pulled back, and I forced myself to reach into my pocket for the condom I’d slipped in there while I collected all the other props I needed. Tearing the foil wrapper, I rolled the latex down the length of my cock, making sure it wouldn’t accidentally break. I never wanted to have children—there was too much pain and misery in the world for them to endure.
Anchoring a hand on Raven’s hip, I slid the crown of my cock past her wet lips and into her slick channel. Her whole body undulated at the invasion. Pulling out of her almost all the way, I slammed back inside. I needed to fuck Fallon out of my system. Having her was never going to be an option. Fucking whores, paying double for what I wanted to do to them, was the only way for me to find a release.
Fuck, it would be so much easier if I didn’t want to fuck, but fucking was the only way to keep the demons in my head at bay. Gliding back out of her again, I tightened my grip on her hip and ground my way to the hilt once more. My balls slapped the front of her pussy, the wet sounds of our union echoing around the room.
Raven pulled on the bonds of her arms and shifted from side to side on her feet.
“You’re not allowed to come, Raven,” I grunted out, slapping her on the ass as I pulled out once more. “You don’t get to come. Ever.”
“Yes, sir,” she babbled. “I promise. I won’t.”
My hips pistoned into her, touching a deeper place each time, but I needed to go deeper. I needed to make her truly helpless. Pulling out, I undid her hand restraints and repositioned her body so she was bent over at a ninety-degree angle and facing me. Her hair was covering her face now, the ends so long they were dragging on the ground.
I gripped her jaw and tilted her head forward. “Open.”
She did, even sticking out her tongue.
Tearing the condom from my cock, I slid it past her lips and into the warm recesses of her mouth. She created a suction immediately, sealing her lips around me and drawing down. Raven didn’t have a gag reflex, so when I hit the back of her throat, she kept me there. Sucking. Moaning. Licking. Fluttering her tongue against the underside of my dick.
Fuck.
