Ryan Reign (New York Ruthless #4)(65)

“Conor!” I say and he chuckles as he starts to rub his cum down the seam before pushing a finger inside.

“On your knees, Angel,” he says as he taps my ass.

I push up onto my knees and look behind me to see him reaching for the metallic plug. He rubs his hand over it and that’s when I realize he’s using his own cum as lube and it’s so hot it makes my insides tremble.

A few seconds later, I feel the metal, warmed by the heat of Conor’s hands, pressing against the seam of my ass. I lay my face against the bed and push my hips back against him, groaning as he slides the plug all the way inside.

“And I thought your ass couldn’t look any more beautiful,” he groans as he pushes two fingers deep into my pussy, making me groan too. “So wet, Angel.”

I feel him climb off the bed. Taking hold of my hips he pulls me toward him and smacks my ass hard with his hand. The sound echoes around the room, masking my sharp intake of breath.

“You’ll tell me to stop if it starts to hurt, right?” he growls.

“Umm,” I mumble, earning myself another hard slap.

“Right?”

“Yes!” I gasp, willing him to do more. This is a side of him I rarely get to see, but that I adore. My calm, controlled Conor, unrestrained and almost feral with desire.

“Up on your knees,” he barks and I push myself, allowing him to blindfold me before he pushes me back down. Taking hold of my ankles, he pulls my legs wide apart until I am lying spread open with my ass in the air. I breathe heavily as I wait for whatever is next.

The thwack of the paddle stings my ass as it cracks loudly, sending a rush of wet heat searing between my thighs.

“Conor!” I moan as he brings it down again and I feel my juices dripping out of me and running down my thighs.

He brings it down again, and this time the tip of it lands on the plug, pushing it deeper and sending shivers of pleasure tinged with pain skittering up my spine. My knees almost buckle but he holds me upright.

“Talk to me, Angel,” he growls, “or we stop this now.”

“I need more,” I groan.

“Fuck!” he hisses as he goes on spanking me with the paddle until my ass is on fire. When I think I’m almost done, I hear the paddle dropping to the floor as Conor pants for breath behind me. His rough hand rubs over the flaming skin of my ass cheeks before he slips two fingers inside my pussy again and I push back against him. I want more of him.

“You’re soaking, Angel,” he pants. “Why do you love having your ass spanked so much?”

“I don’t know,” I gasp.

“Yes you do.” He pumps his fingers in and out of me. “Because you know how fucking hard it makes me, and you know you’re going to be fucked good when I’m done, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathe as he pulls his fingers out of me and grabs hold of my hips. I brace myself for what’s about to happen. My legs tremble with need as I wait for what I really want from him. When he finally sinks his cock deep inside me I cry out in pleasure and relief. His hands are so huge they almost wrap around my waist, and as he holds on to me while he rails into me, he pushes his thumb against the head of the jeweled plug and ripples of pleasure roll through my body.

“Please, Conor?” I beg him as he leisurely fucks me.

“Soon, Angel,” he chuckles as he pulls his cock out of me, making me groan in frustration. “Now, on your back.”

I roll over onto my back and as soon as I do, Conor’s hands are sliding over my legs. He wraps one of the leather cuffs around each ankle and spreads my thighs wide apart before he chains my legs to the bed. I swallow hard as my heart races in my ears.

“You okay?” he asks as he straddles me.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Good.” He leans down and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, making me whimper with need. He nibbles and sucks as one of his hands slides between my thighs and toys with my pussy at the same time until I am trembling with an impending orgasm.

Then he stops.

His tongue disappears to be replaced by one of the clamps. The bite stings for a second, before it draws the blood to my breasts and my entire nipple pulses with a gentle throbbing heat. He does the same to my other one and all I can do is moan and whimper while he plays my body expertly. A few moments later he pushes himself up and disappears again. I swallow hard as I listen to him moving around the room. The clinking of chains as I wait for him makes tremors skitter along my spine. It is pleasure, laced with fear.

“It’s only me and you here, Angel,” he soothes as he takes my wrist and wraps a leather cuff around it before he chains both of my hands to the bed so I’m completely bound and spread open for him. I pull at my restraints but there is so little give I can barely move. They are tight and expertly fitted.

“I know,” I whisper.

“We leave our ghosts at the door, okay?”

“Yes.”

This is the best way I know how to exorcise those ghosts of my past and he knows it better than anyone. I’m not sure anyone else would know that this is what I need. His uncle used to chain me up. He did it a few days earlier in the basement of his farmhouse. This is different. This is about trust. And love.





Chapter 47





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