Page 35 of Trapped Truth

I’d sooner die than submit to anyone. But in the bedroom? There’s something freeing about giving up control and surrendering my body to another.

In response, I push back to grind into him again. A dark laugh pulls from his chest, then he withdraws his fingers to grip my panties and sharply tug, causing the elastic to snap.

“I want you silent.” His breath forms a hot lick against my ear. “Do you understand? I’ll gag you if I have to.”

“Yes… I understand.”

“Anyone who interrupts me is likely to have their head removed. So if you want to avoid that, you won’t make a sound.”

His hand dances over my stomach and between my breasts until two still-soaked fingers push on my lips. I have no choice but to accept. He glides them into my mouth, smearing my own desire over my tastebuds.

“Perfect,” Blaine hums. “Just like that.”

When he pulls his hand free, I swallow any sarcastic reply. I’m not about to test his resolve. Not when he’s so close to giving me what I want.

“Roll onto your back, sweetheart. Arms above your head. Do it now.”

Once I’ve done as told, I can feel him leaning over me. The room is bathed in low light when he flicks the table lamp on, then he returns, straddling my waist so I’m pinned beneath his hips.

Blaine grabs my T-shirt to pull up and over my head, greedily drinking in the sight of my bare chest. I can sense just how hard my nipples are in the bedroom’s cool air, standing prone for his approval.

“Keep your arms up, don’t move.”

With the T-shirt tossed aside, he retrieves my damaged panties. My mouth falls open in a silent question as he winds the elastic around my wrists one at a time then starts to bind them in the middle with secure knots.

“Multi-purpose,” he whispers.

The cotton figure eight wound around my wrists is fastened to a rung in the bed frame before he ties the final knot, tugging to ensure the bind is secure. I’m bound at a harsh angle, holding my arms high above my head while the rest of my body is splayed and vulnerable.

“You may stop me at any time.” Blaine shuffles back to tug off his tented boxers. “Unless you’re tapping out, that’s the only sound I want to hear. Are we clear?”

My head bobs in a frantic nod.

“Good. Open those legs for me. I want to see what I’ve been missing out on.”

He sits on his haunches, expectant. The sight of him naked, every stretch of scarred skin bared for me to see… It’s an exhilarating honour. He’s breathtaking. Lean, rugged and battle-worn.

I’m itching to trace every last knife slash and cigarette burn with my tongue to steal the memories away. The thought of his father beating obedience into him over decades is a kick in the gut. No one deserves that.

Instead, I do as instructed and widen my legs. Blaine drops a hand to his cock, keeping his near-black stare fixed between my thighs as he fists himself. He’s long and thick but well-balanced with a generous rosy swell at the tip that glistens with pre-come.

“See something you like?” He grins menacingly.

Again, all I can do is nod.

“Me too. I want to sample this magnificent sight for myself.”

Taking the form of a striking viper, Blaine drops his head low then crawls towards me. I never knew seeing a man on his knees could be so erotic. By the time he grips my thighs and lowers his mouth to my core, I’m about ready to explode from anticipation alone.

The smooth, flat surface of his tongue bluntly attacks my cunt, causing me to jerk off the bed. Where his lips fasten to my pulsating clit, his metal piercing creates an agonising juxtaposition.

Cool metal teases my sensitive flesh, leaving a brand that saturates into my epithelial tissue. I can feel him everywhere. My entire body is humming, lit by his tongue tasting me from clit to core, ensuring no part of me is left unexplored.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he comments to himself.

The urge to whine, moan or beg for more is overwhelming. I have to bite down on my lip hard enough to taste blood just to hold it in.

Metal sweeps over my clit again at the same time a driving force pushes deep inside me. Blaine swirls two fingers, rubbing up against my internal walls when he scissors the digits in a greedy command for more.