In His Cuffs by Sierra Cartwright Page B

she’d been teasing and that she was drained.
    It had been a long time since he’d enjoyed fucking a woman as much.
    “The plug intensifies everything,” she said. “Well, along with Sir’s massive cock.”
    He withdrew enough to lightly slap her cunt. “Of course.”
    “Keep that up, Mr Tomlinson and I’ll be coming again.”
    “That’s the intention.”
    She squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m not sure I’ll survive the night.”
    “Good.”
    Once her breathing had evened out, he began to thrust again, this time, in long, slow movements.
    “Oh,” she murmured.
    He changed his angle so that he could grasp her nipples and pull up hard, adding a small amount of pain to the mix.
    “Damn,” she said, fighting against her bonds.
    If she were free, he knew she’d wrap her legs around his waist, but he liked having her like this, at his mercy, even if the other way appealed. “Come for me,” he told her, twisting her swollen flesh.
    She tossed her head as she whimpered then forced her shoulders down against the padding.
    So, so fucking sexy.
    Her insides tightened and she milked his cock. He could no longer hold back. He jerked his hips, feeling the rigidity of the stainless steel that filled her ass, a sensation-filled contrast with the soft wetness of her cunt.
    “Do it,” she begged. “Do me .”
    Her reactions to the erotic beating and to the sex were open. It was obvious that, to her, this was no act. The purity of her response was what he hoped to find every time he scened with a woman. Ever since he’d been introduced to BDSM in his early twenties, he hadn’t been interested in vanilla sex. Giving a woman more than she knew was possible appealed to him. This experience with Maggie, though, went beyond that. Satisfying her was of utmost importance to him. The way she embraced everything he offered, enhanced his enjoyment.
    He released her nipples and grabbed her hips, tilting them and holding her in place.
    Lost in her surrender, David fucked her hard. The bass from the music outside drove him. He had to have this woman. Now.
    He froze. A fraction of a second later, hot cum spurted, filling the condom. He stood there, saying nothing, holding her, his cock still thick.
    A last bit surged up, making him feel drained.
    “Yum,” she said. “Thank you.”
    He released his grip on her hips.
    “I hope I get bruises there,” she said.
    David gave a wry smile. “That wasn’t my intention, princess. I generally have more control during an orgasm.”
    “The way you made me come… I’m glad you had the same reaction,” she whispered.
    When he’d invited her to play, he hadn’t thought much beyond spanking her ass. He hadn’t anticipated that the woman who fought him so much would be so captivating, that he’d want to know her more.
    He withdrew from her.
    After disposing of the condom, he crossed the room to give her bottom some support and release her arms. “Take your time,” he cautioned, rubbing her shoulders and wrists.
    “Ow,” she said.
    “Take your time,” he repeated. “When you’re ready, I’m going to remove the butt plug.”
    “I, ah, I can do that myself, Mr Tomlinson.”
    “Embarrassment at this point, Maggie?”
    “That seems a little personal,” she admitted.
    “Get over it.”
    She turned her head to one side.
    He teased her pussy to focus her attention while he pulled out the plug. “Not so bad, was it?”
    “If you say so.”
    “It’s not too late to give you a few more swats.”
    “I was agreeing with you, Sir.”
    “Ah.” He went to the sink and washed the plug and his hands before loosening the bonds securing her legs. He massaged her lower legs, then worked the area of her hip flexors.
    “Do I have to tip you, Mr Tomlinson?” she asked when he was done.
    “I consider this part of the service,” he replied, helping her to sit. “How does your body feel?”
    She wiggled her toes and fingers. “Well used.” She smiled. “Thank you, Sir.”
    He offered a