Page 34 of Elite Metal: Warriors

Fuck!

She tightened her muscles against the welling bliss, fought it off, this maelstrom, this stalking beast.

“Please,” she wept as it prowled closer. “Please. Please. Please.”

He blew out a laugh, though there was tension threaded through it. He moved away again and his absence made her want to die. But then, she heard it. The most delicious sound in the world.

The slow, harsh slide of his zipper.

“Roni,” he said as he moved in behind her. His hands were hard on her ass; it still stung, but in a hot and sizzling way. He pulled her cheeks apart, tugging on the tender flap of her clit. Something nudged her. Something hard and hot and covered in latex. She hissed in a breath.

“Are you ready?”

“God, yes,” she snarled, and before she completed the words, he thrust.

And fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It was perfect. His cock filled her, completed her, nudged at her sanity. The bliss, which had been hovering over her like a sword, descended, cleaving her in twain.

She clenched around him and thrust back into him and wriggled and wailed. And he pounded. Like a madman, he pounded into her, yanking her forward and back as far as her restraints would allow.

It was magnificent, horrible, delicious, all at the same time. Being helpless, suffering his control, being unable to direct any of the action, sawed at her every nerve. But at the same time, it freed her, released her, allowed her to do nothing…but feel.

And ah. How glorious it was. She let go, let fly, let him have her, all of her.

And bless him, he knew what he was doing.

Just when her orgasm began to wane, just when she started to float back down into herself, he would smack her or stroke her or rub against her and she would skitter off again into the ether.

She had no idea how long her orgasm lasted, but it seemed like a lifetime. All the while, he took her and continued taking her, nudging her deeper and deeper into the dark haven of his embrace.

When his cock lengthened, when his thrusts became faster and harder and shorter, when his breath broke and his cry enrobed her, she was filled, flooded with the most magnificent satisfaction.

Because he had given her a precious gift.

And she had given it back.

Together, they collapsed. She, on the bench, and he, on her, his weight like a blanket.

When he had recovered, he gently untied her, kissed each and every mark he’d made. His voice was low and tight as he asked if she was okay. When she nodded, he lifted her and carried her to his bedroom. He laid her on her back on the bed and kissed her again. His lips kicked up as he drew her hands above her head. The smile lit his eyes as he slipped on a new pair of cuffs, these soft and furry, but restrictive nonetheless.

She gave a little tug, just to test her limits, and a shaft of heat walked through her. Yep. She was bound to his bed and utterly helpless. And sated though she was, a new arousal flared. There was more. There would be more.

Though, apparently, not yet. It annoyed her that he kissed her again, gently, reverently, and then left her there, tied to the stupid bed, as he went to make a pizza.

* * *

That had been amazing.

Freaking amazing and satisfying as hell.

As hard as it had been to kiss her and leave her, Sterling needed some space…to process. As he tossed a pizza into the oven, he struggled to find his center again, and at the same time, wondered if he needed to.

Granted, it had been a long time since he’d known such bliss, such a connection, but that could not explain the effect she had on him.

She gutted him.

Plain and simple.

Tying her up, spanking her. Tormenting her and making her call him Sir? Fuck. That was nothing.