His voice is so warm in my ear. My skin stings, but I’m so comforted that I don’t care what he does.

“There’s a whole world out there that you don’t even know about. The world inside of your own head. Embrace it, my darling. Open yourself, to me, to that voice inside your head I know you can hear.”

How does he know?

His cock moves from my leg to my spread, wet opening. It takes all of two seconds for me to realize what he’s about to do.

“Wait!” My face is up, my arms yanking on my chains. “Pink. Pink!”

Ian stops. “What?” He’s growling, his fingers digging into my tender flesh as he’s poised to drive his cock into me.

Don’t get me wrong. I want that. I want to feel his girth split me in two like this. I want to give myself over, but…

“Condom.”

I don’t hear anything for a while. Then, “No condom.”

“But…”

“I know why you want a condom, but there’s no practical reason. We’re both clean. You have an IUD.” He sounds so… frustrated. He was ready to claim me. Yes, that’s what I’m afraid of… “You come into my bedroom, asking me to dominate you, and you don’t think I’m going to come inside you?”

I open my mouth to speak.

“That’s not how it works. You’re here. You’re mine. I am going to make sure you know that you’re mine.”

I’ve never heard him like this before. I’m scared. Anxious.

So fucking turned on. Almost to the point of losing reason. Almost.

“If you don’t feel me so deep inside of you like that… there’s no point to any of this. You need to let go of every inhibition.”

He’s right.

But I’m not ready.

“Please… Ian.” Do I sound pathetic enough?

“You know what? It’s fine, baby.” I hate it when men call me that. And yet I don’t hate him right now. He strokes my head, feeling my hair between his fingers. “You can say no. I won’t force you. You can trust me.”

I heave a sigh of relief.

“But you will need to leave.”

“What?”

“You have your limits? So do I. You’re not the only one who gets to set some rules around here. We have a conflict of interest. You want a condom, and I don’t. Sorry. It’s a deal breaker right now.”

I can’t believe this!

“Unless, of course… you change your mind? What do you want more, Katie?” I can hear the sneer in his voice. Fuck me, it’s turning me on so much. My legs are spreading wider, ready for him, for his unprotected cock. And yet I’m shaking, because I have never in my life…

Never in my life…

Felt a bare cock inside me before.

“Did you hear me? What do you want more?” The wet, precum laden head of his cock pushes against my sore ass. “To hold on to that part of yourself? Or me?”

He bites my ear, his tongue plunging inside it, exploring my mind.

Fuck me.

“I want you.” Who is this person saying this? Who is making my ass grind against his shaft? Who is so hungry to feel him inside of me, to mark me with his virility? Oh my God, if he does that, then I really am submitting to him.

Oh fuck. Fuck! Fuck!

Is that what I have to do to enter that space? Do I really have to let him take me like that? He knows me too well. We’ve only been fucking for a couple of weeks, but he knows me well enough now to know that the only way to break me is to…

Is to….

Come inside me.

I’m so scared. I’m shaking. The handcuffs are vibrating against the bed because I’m shaking so hard. No, you don’t understand. A man has never done that before. He’s never put his bare cock inside me. He’s never filled me with his seed. He’s never tied me up, blindfolded me, made me his possession.

Why do I want it so much?

“I want you…” I feel like I’ve gone mad. This isn’t me talking. This is that interloper inside my mind who is laughing, carrying on and telling me that this is what I really want. “I want you, Ian.”

It’s done.

He’s inside me.

Bare.

I’m so ready for him that it’s like nothing at all. He’s deep, so deep, just sitting there, enjoying the sensation of my wet flesh around his cock. I hear him groan. I feel him shudder. He’s not coming. He’s practically laughing.

Damn him.

And damn me!

When he begins to move, I nearly cry. I don’t know what I’m crying from. Fear? Relief? I don’t care. There are tears falling beneath my blindfold, but I can’t bring myself to pay attention to them. Because Ian Mathers is fucking me from behind, his hand pulling my hair, making my scalp hurt. Then he shoves my head into the pillow, all my moans muffled as he plows between my legs, grunting and talking so fucking dirty.

“Tell me you don’t like this.” His hand slaps my ass, and I sob, my body loving it so much while my mind screams. “Tell me you don’t want me fucking you until you’re mine.”

I can’t bring myself to say that… because it’s not true.

“Take it, Katie. Take my whole fucking cock.”

He pushes on the curve in my spine, which makes my ass bump the air, angling my inner canal so he can split me in two.

The bastard wasn’t kidding. He’s going to tear me to pieces.

It hurts. Between my sore ass and the way he’s going at me, I can barely stand the pain. The glorious, beautiful pain that is taking over my brain and purging it of everything I ever felt in my life.

It’s so good. It’s so hot.

I give myself over to it.

Why not? It’s happening. I can’t turn back. I’m living in this moment, with this man inside me, on me, taking me and having me for himself.

It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I thought I knew what it felt like to have a man inside me. They all had condoms. A barrier between me and that smooth skin and smoother heat radiating into me. Everything feels… more intimate.

Forbidden, but intimate.

“That’s it.” Ian spanks me again, and I groan into his pillow. I’m groaning from everything and anything happening to me at this point. “Surrender to me.”

Surrender.

That’s the word I’m looking for. Surrender. Give. Bestow. Sur-fucking-render.

It’s like he’s caught me after a long, arduous chase. I’ve been ran down, trapped in a corner after fleeing something I know I have to do. My knees dig into the bed, hair pulling at my scalp and painful pleasure ripping through me like electrical sparks hitting every sensitive place. Ian pulls out and then rams himself back in, the head of his cock deftly sliding into my G-spot.

I can feel it coming. The moment I come, the moment I surrender.

I know now. All of this is for me. I asked for it. I wanted to know what it felt like to give in, to surrender.

Over ten years of having regular sex, and fuck me, this is the first time I’ve felt this aware of every part of my body.

Ian’s hands grasp my hips, pulling me onto his cock every time he drives into me. Sometimes I prop myself up and feel my nipples caress the bedspread. Other times I collapse, or he pushes my face into the pillow, pounding into me like a fucking animal. A steady, rhythmic animal who knows what the hell he’s doing.

My whole life I’ve been like a wild steed. Doing what I please. Taking what I want. Avoiding the civilized world because I refuse to be tamed. The more Ian fucks me, the more I feel myself being lulled into security, into the idea that this isn’t so bad after all.

I hear it all. My wetness on his cock. The grunts in his throat. My heart pounding in my ears. I have no control over anything, not even my hips. I’m completely at this man’s mercy. And I like it.

His cock is pulsing. It’s so hot that I moan against my handcuffs. Heat, heat, heat. I know he’s indulging in my inner heat. It’s getting easier and easier to take his whole size.

I’m surrendering.

Just as I feel myself on the edge of losing it, of jumping head first into orgasm, Ian pulls out of me and shoves my ass over. I think he’s done. Did he come and I didn’t feel it? No. I would have felt that for the first time in my life. Instead, he’s uncuffing me, ripping the blindfold off my head and rolling me over.