Chapter Five: Sex Tool/Handcuffs?

CHAPTER FIVE.

The kiss was a wildfire-untamed, all-consuming. Cyrus pulled her to the bed, underneath him. His body pressing against hers pinning her in place. His hands were rough, demanding, sliding under her shirt and cupping her large breasts, he growled clearly having no patience for taking off her t-shirt.

“Damn, princess your breasts are a work of art” She moaned into his touch, his words sending a wave of her pleasure between her legs.

“I want to see them bounce, when I take you from behind” He said pinching her nipples and his mouth right back to violating her lips.

“This is wrong” She whispered in between the shallow breaths of pleasure to voice out. She didn’t want to do this, she was betraying Marcus but her conscience was saying something and her body was clearly not listening.

“Yes baby, you are so wrong” His mouth left hers and went to her throat, nipping at her flesh.

“But I did warn you about playing adult games” she gasped as he lifted her t-shirt, using it to cover her face .He tossed her bra in less than a second. His eyes feasting on her naked breasts.

He was back on her neck in less than a heartbeat. He bit her neck, worshiping her, savoring on every flesh, leaving a trail of kisses from her neck to her breasts, she moaned as he sucked on her breasts and bit her nipples

“Still feel like teasing me” He growled as he took her nipples in his mouth.

She whimpered, her hips arched back against him begging to feel the friction of his cock between her legs.

“Fuck off”

Anger soared through Cyrus veins. How dare she?

 He was going to do exactly that ,fuck her till she can’t utter a word.

Long gone was finding out the reason she came here, he didn’t care about that now. He wanted her, he wanted her in ways that would send him to hell for wanting a woman clearly half his age and although she tried to fight it for whatever reason she had. He knew her body wanted him and that’s all he cared about.

But he was going to make her beg for it. He was going to make her beg him to fuck her. She loved playing games, but Cyrus was the master of games. In a swift motion he pulled away from her, lifting her up and pushing her off his bed roughly.

The absence of his hands on her body made Amanda almost whine like a dog that had been kicked. It was as though the warmth of the world had been ripped away. She stood there like a deer in headlights, shocked at the way he pushed her away. The room was completely dark but Cyrus could still fathom every emotion on her face.

“What are you doing” she said ,the air turned sharp against her half-naked body, every inch of her exposed ,not just to the room but to the cruel clarity of his withdrawal .Her body vulnerable under his scrutiny. She felt embarrassed, had she been too eager, too wanting? He pulled away from her with not the least bit of tenderness. Humiliation flushed her chest. She wished the ground would swallow her hole to hide the evidence of her arousal. Her pride crumbled under the weight of his eyes. Further beneath the weight was the painful sting of rejection. 

Cyrus smirked, he had her exactly where he wanted her.

“You said I should stop” He smirked filled with the knowledge that her core was throbbing begging for release. Her nipples were hard needing the attention he so desperately wanted to give it. But she needed to come to him. He had to always be in control.

He lifted the mattress on the iron bunk bed, and in his hands he held a handcuff. Even in the dark, he could easily find where he placed them. The very handcuffs that chained him to this place. He never had use for them until now, keeping them as a reminder of the day he lost everything. He stood up and walked closely to her, observing her flushed cheeks and the shades of embarrassment on her face which was palpable in the dim light. Perhaps she was finally coming to the realization that she just let a man touch her while she wore another man’s ring. But Cyrus couldn’t see that, not with the darkness enveloping them and the dim light barely letting them see a thing. If he did, it would have changed everything.

Cyrus felt her mind running a mile a minute from where he stood.

 Cyrus didn’t like that.

In here, where it was just two of them.

Every other thing ceases to exist.

The feeling of possessiveness came as a shock to him, he wanted to consume her body and her every thought.

 Although his attempt was to take charge of the situation. He couldn’t give her a chance to second guess this moment, right now the desire they felt couldn’t be questioned.

He stood behind her, lowering his face to her neck, the handcuffs in his hand even more lethal than any weapon. She could barely see him in the dark, the thought alone should have filled her with dread. Amanda never liked the dark, it terrified her. Her greatest nightmare happened in the dark, the night that altered her entire life. She was breathing heavily now, scared of what he was about to do next, the fear mixed with the agonizing anticipation, created a pool of wetness between her legs .She was so turned on. She had never been this humiliated, embarrassed  but her pulse throbbed in places still aching for him, a traitorous heat pooling low despite the shame creeping up her throat. She shouldn’t be feeling this, this was wrong in so many levels. He was old enough to be her father. She had always been a good girl, always the picture perfect girlfriend. She wondered what Marcus would think of her, seeing her being devoured by his own father.

She felt the cold touch of something on her breasts and it sent shivers running down her spine. She could barely see what it was in the dark cell.

“Do you still want me to fuck off princess” He whispered darkly behind her ears, yet he didn’t graze them with his lips. She felt him everywhere but he hadn’t laid a finger on her. Just the cold metal doing all the work for him. He used it to touch her in all the places she had denied him. He moved the cold metal from her bare stomach, rising slowly to caress her breasts, and then finally to her lips .She opened her mouth instinctively using her lips to suck the edges of the handcuufs. Finally figuring out what the hell it was.  It took a lot of self-control for Cyrus not to take her right there. She tinted her head, looking into his lust filled eyes as she took the control back into her hands. Licking the handcuffs coating it with her saliva. Leaving his imagination to run wild. She wanted him to touch her and she intended on making it impossible for him to resist.

She really was a spoiled brat, she liked challenging him. He imagined her licking his cock, sucking and gagging on his length. He needed to feel that pussy, he could smell her arousal from here. She slowly continued to suck his cuffs, not once breaking eye contact. She only stopped to pull off her sweatpants, bending down to remove them from her feet, making sure her ached ass will brush against his hard dick already swelling in his orange jumpsuit.

He growled, she was making this very difficult. He needed to be in control but she rubbed herself on him again and he snapped.

 He needed to be inside her.

Now!

He ripped her panties into shreds, pulling at her waist and pressing his hard cock in her ass.

“You are just a little slut? Aren’t you?”

He continued assaulting her body with his handcuffs. But this time sending it lower, moving it pass her breasts, down to her stomach. She didn’t think he would move further but he did, she struggled against his hold realizing what he was about to do.

“Shhshhh Princess” Before she could muster up the courage to resist him. She felt the cold graze of the cuts rubbing against her clit and she moaned. Her eyes remained open as He joined the cuffs together and rubbed it back and forth on her clit. How he managed to do that in the dark, Amanda couldn’t figure out but she didn’t fight back. She felt her excitement grow as the sound of the chaos outside the doors surrounded them. She was chained to him, her mind, her pussy was totally cuffed to him. He was making a point and he was enjoying being proven right. Her eyes rolled back, the need to scream was overwhelming but Cyrus increased the rhythm rubbing the cuffs faster like a devil beckoning her to give her soul he whispered.

“Ride it, princess you know you want to”

And she did, she rode the cuffs like she couldn’t get enough, the warmth of her pussy lips mixed with the cold sensations of the cuff, was like a drug she couldn’t get enough off.

“There you go princess you are such a good girl” He praised her, relishing on every expression on her face.

Finally she lost the battle and screamed, stretching out her lungs

“Cyrus!!”

Her screams were like an erotic play in his head .He decided, he had had enough. Suddenly jealous of the cuffs, he had to touch her pussy. He needed to feed on it .He removed the cuffs from her pussy barely giving her time to recover; he placed her hands behind her back chaining them with the handcuffs.

He slapped her cheeks and Amanda gasped, the pain stung but she felt her pussy getting wetter with the burn of her cheeks. She was trapped, his broad shoulders caged her in, one hand gripping her hip so hard, she was certain it was definitely bruised. while the other……

“Oh God” she moaned –His fingers curled inside her, stroking that perfect spot with merciless precision.

“Scream all you want even God can’t save you now” he let out a dark chuckle.

“Shit you are so tight” He was confused surely it hadn’t been that long since he had been with a woman. Were they usually this tight? His fingers could barely make it through her pussy hole.

Amanda should probably let him know that she was a virgin, that no man had ever violated her, invaded her in this manner not even Marcus .She struggled for the words to come , the words of denial , any word that will end this madness , but she couldn’t find them . Her words of rebuttal getting lost inside her like his expert fingers.

His hand slid between her thighs, and all she could do was arch into his touch with a broken moan.

“You are so wet, you like being a bad girl for daddy”

“Fuck” she screamed as the waves of pleasure took over her as he added another finger, flicking his hands over her clit, slowly, increasing the pace and then he withdraws his fingers just to push back into her.

“See your pussy getting soaked for me” his chuckle was low, victorious

“By the time, I’m done ,You are going to beg me to fuck this tight pussy” He took away his hands , Amanda cried out at the loss of friction ,she was shivering now with need, her legs barely staying in place and her hands that were bound by handcuffs itched to touch him.

He pushed her against the wall and parted her legs with his. The wall was cold against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat pooling between her thighs. For a moment she thought he was gone until she felt a whisper of breath between her legs, her lips parted. His mouth was on her clit before she could catch her breath. His mouth was relentless _ hot, wet, skilled _working her with a rhythm while holding her handcuffed hands in place, her nails dug into his palm. Every flick of his tongue, sent shocks of pleasure up her spine, her head tipping back with a gasp.

Cyrus was surprised at her reaction, it was almost like she had never been eaten out before. Her body was shivering, eyes rolled back and her screams echoed all over the cell room. Her thighs trembled knees buckling, but he held her up effortlessly, his mouth never leaving her, never letting her escape the pressure building inside of her. His tongue circled her clit just right, she could feel the coil in her belly tightening,

“You taste so divine, princess” he groaned

Her breath came in ragged pants, her hips rolling against his face, chasing the pleasure he gave out so expertly. She was almost there, at the edge of her pleasure when he suddenly withdrew his skilled mouth from her and let go off her cuffed hands.

She landed on her knees and cried out in frustration her body breaking into a fever.

“Pleaseee” she begged, she had never begged a day in her life, but she was intoxicated drunk in her need, aching for release. She had never a wanted a man like this, long gone was her control.

she was under his now.

He stood watching her panting, the sweat bidding from her forehead, the sight of her red hair stuck to her face drove him mad. But he needed to be patient, she was going to come to him

“Please what? Princess” He grunted

“Tell me what you want”

He could see her resisting, a part of her struggling to fight against her desire, her pride raging a war within her. But he knew he had her when she whispered the magic words

“Please fuck me” She screamed, the last inch of her pride tearing to sheds.

CHAPTER FIVE.

The kiss was a wildfire-untamed, all-consuming. Cyrus pulled her to the bed, underneath him. His body pressing against hers pinning her in place. His hands were rough, demanding, sliding under her shirt and cupping her large breasts, he growled clearly having no patience for taking off her t-shirt.

“Damn, princess your breasts are a work of art” She moaned into his touch, his words sending a wave of her pleasure between her legs.

“I want to see them bounce, when I take you from behind” He said pinching her nipples and his mouth right back to violating her lips.

“This is wrong” She whispered in between the shallow breaths of pleasure to voice out. She didn’t want to do this, she was betraying Marcus but her conscience was saying something and her body was clearly not listening.

“Yes baby, you are so wrong” His mouth left hers and went to her throat, nipping at her flesh.

“But I did warn you about playing adult games” she gasped as he lifted her t-shirt, using it to cover her face .He tossed her bra in less than a second. His eyes feasting on her naked breasts.

He was back on her neck in less than a heartbeat. He bit her neck, worshiping her, savoring on every flesh, leaving a trail of kisses from her neck to her breasts, she moaned as he sucked on her breasts and bit her nipples

“Still feel like teasing me” He growled as he took her nipples in his mouth.

She whimpered, her hips arched back against him begging to feel the friction of his cock between her legs.

“Fuck off”

Anger soared through Cyrus veins. How dare she?

 He was going to do exactly that ,fuck her till she can’t utter a word.

Long gone was finding out the reason she came here, he didn’t care about that now. He wanted her, he wanted her in ways that would send him to hell for wanting a woman clearly half his age and although she tried to fight it for whatever reason she had. He knew her body wanted him and that’s all he cared about.

But he was going to make her beg for it. He was going to make her beg him to fuck her. She loved playing games, but Cyrus was the master of games. In a swift motion he pulled away from her, lifting her up and pushing her off his bed roughly.

The absence of his hands on her body made Amanda almost whine like a dog that had been kicked. It was as though the warmth of the world had been ripped away. She stood there like a deer in headlights, shocked at the way he pushed her away. The room was completely dark but Cyrus could still fathom every emotion on her face.

“What are you doing” she said ,the air turned sharp against her half-naked body, every inch of her exposed ,not just to the room but to the cruel clarity of his withdrawal .Her body vulnerable under his scrutiny. She felt embarrassed, had she been too eager, too wanting? He pulled away from her with not the least bit of tenderness. Humiliation flushed her chest. She wished the ground would swallow her hole to hide the evidence of her arousal. Her pride crumbled under the weight of his eyes. Further beneath the weight was the painful sting of rejection. 

Cyrus smirked, he had her exactly where he wanted her.

“You said I should stop” He smirked filled with the knowledge that her core was throbbing begging for release. Her nipples were hard needing the attention he so desperately wanted to give it. But she needed to come to him. He had to always be in control.

He lifted the mattress on the iron bunk bed, and in his hands he held a handcuff. Even in the dark, he could easily find where he placed them. The very handcuffs that chained him to this place. He never had use for them until now, keeping them as a reminder of the day he lost everything. He stood up and walked closely to her, observing her flushed cheeks and the shades of embarrassment on her face which was palpable in the dim light. Perhaps she was finally coming to the realization that she just let a man touch her while she wore another man’s ring. But Cyrus couldn’t see that, not with the darkness enveloping them and the dim light barely letting them see a thing. If he did, it would have changed everything.

Cyrus felt her mind running a mile a minute from where he stood.

 Cyrus didn’t like that.

In here, where it was just two of them.

Every other thing ceases to exist.

The feeling of possessiveness came as a shock to him, he wanted to consume her body and her every thought.

 Although his attempt was to take charge of the situation. He couldn’t give her a chance to second guess this moment, right now the desire they felt couldn’t be questioned.

He stood behind her, lowering his face to her neck, the handcuffs in his hand even more lethal than any weapon. She could barely see him in the dark, the thought alone should have filled her with dread. Amanda never liked the dark, it terrified her. Her greatest nightmare happened in the dark, the night that altered her entire life. She was breathing heavily now, scared of what he was about to do next, the fear mixed with the agonizing anticipation, created a pool of wetness between her legs .She was so turned on. She had never been this humiliated, embarrassed  but her pulse throbbed in places still aching for him, a traitorous heat pooling low despite the shame creeping up her throat. She shouldn’t be feeling this, this was wrong in so many levels. He was old enough to be her father. She had always been a good girl, always the picture perfect girlfriend. She wondered what Marcus would think of her, seeing her being devoured by his own father.

She felt the cold touch of something on her breasts and it sent shivers running down her spine. She could barely see what it was in the dark cell.

“Do you still want me to fuck off princess” He whispered darkly behind her ears, yet he didn’t graze them with his lips. She felt him everywhere but he hadn’t laid a finger on her. Just the cold metal doing all the work for him. He used it to touch her in all the places she had denied him. He moved the cold metal from her bare stomach, rising slowly to caress her breasts, and then finally to her lips .She opened her mouth instinctively using her lips to suck the edges of the handcuufs. Finally figuring out what the hell it was.  It took a lot of self-control for Cyrus not to take her right there. She tinted her head, looking into his lust filled eyes as she took the control back into her hands. Licking the handcuffs coating it with her saliva. Leaving his imagination to run wild. She wanted him to touch her and she intended on making it impossible for him to resist.

She really was a spoiled brat, she liked challenging him. He imagined her licking his cock, sucking and gagging on his length. He needed to feel that pussy, he could smell her arousal from here. She slowly continued to suck his cuffs, not once breaking eye contact. She only stopped to pull off her sweatpants, bending down to remove them from her feet, making sure her ached ass will brush against his hard dick already swelling in his orange jumpsuit.

He growled, she was making this very difficult. He needed to be in control but she rubbed herself on him again and he snapped.

 He needed to be inside her.

Now!

He ripped her panties into shreds, pulling at her waist and pressing his hard cock in her ass.

“You are just a little slut? Aren’t you?”

He continued assaulting her body with his handcuffs. But this time sending it lower, moving it pass her breasts, down to her stomach. She didn’t think he would move further but he did, she struggled against his hold realizing what he was about to do.

“Shhshhh Princess” Before she could muster up the courage to resist him. She felt the cold graze of the cuts rubbing against her clit and she moaned. Her eyes remained open as He joined the cuffs together and rubbed it back and forth on her clit. How he managed to do that in the dark, Amanda couldn’t figure out but she didn’t fight back. She felt her excitement grow as the sound of the chaos outside the doors surrounded them. She was chained to him, her mind, her pussy was totally cuffed to him. He was making a point and he was enjoying being proven right. Her eyes rolled back, the need to scream was overwhelming but Cyrus increased the rhythm rubbing the cuffs faster like a devil beckoning her to give her soul he whispered.

“Ride it, princess you know you want to”

And she did, she rode the cuffs like she couldn’t get enough, the warmth of her pussy lips mixed with the cold sensations of the cuff, was like a drug she couldn’t get enough off.

“There you go princess you are such a good girl” He praised her, relishing on every expression on her face.

Finally she lost the battle and screamed, stretching out her lungs

“Cyrus!!”

Her screams were like an erotic play in his head .He decided, he had had enough. Suddenly jealous of the cuffs, he had to touch her pussy. He needed to feed on it .He removed the cuffs from her pussy barely giving her time to recover; he placed her hands behind her back chaining them with the handcuffs.

He slapped her cheeks and Amanda gasped, the pain stung but she felt her pussy getting wetter with the burn of her cheeks. She was trapped, his broad shoulders caged her in, one hand gripping her hip so hard, she was certain it was definitely bruised. while the other……

“Oh God” she moaned –His fingers curled inside her, stroking that perfect spot with merciless precision.

“Scream all you want even God can’t save you now” he let out a dark chuckle.

“Shit you are so tight” He was confused surely it hadn’t been that long since he had been with a woman. Were they usually this tight? His fingers could barely make it through her pussy hole.

Amanda should probably let him know that she was a virgin, that no man had ever violated her, invaded her in this manner not even Marcus .She struggled for the words to come , the words of denial , any word that will end this madness , but she couldn’t find them . Her words of rebuttal getting lost inside her like his expert fingers.

His hand slid between her thighs, and all she could do was arch into his touch with a broken moan.

“You are so wet, you like being a bad girl for daddy”

“Fuck” she screamed as the waves of pleasure took over her as he added another finger, flicking his hands over her clit, slowly, increasing the pace and then he withdraws his fingers just to push back into her.

“See your pussy getting soaked for me” his chuckle was low, victorious

“By the time, I’m done ,You are going to beg me to fuck this tight pussy” He took away his hands , Amanda cried out at the loss of friction ,she was shivering now with need, her legs barely staying in place and her hands that were bound by handcuffs itched to touch him.

He pushed her against the wall and parted her legs with his. The wall was cold against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat pooling between her thighs. For a moment she thought he was gone until she felt a whisper of breath between her legs, her lips parted. His mouth was on her clit before she could catch her breath. His mouth was relentless _ hot, wet, skilled _working her with a rhythm while holding her handcuffed hands in place, her nails dug into his palm. Every flick of his tongue, sent shocks of pleasure up her spine, her head tipping back with a gasp.

Cyrus was surprised at her reaction, it was almost like she had never been eaten out before. Her body was shivering, eyes rolled back and her screams echoed all over the cell room. Her thighs trembled knees buckling, but he held her up effortlessly, his mouth never leaving her, never letting her escape the pressure building inside of her. His tongue circled her clit just right, she could feel the coil in her belly tightening,

“You taste so divine, princess” he groaned

Her breath came in ragged pants, her hips rolling against his face, chasing the pleasure he gave out so expertly. She was almost there, at the edge of her pleasure when he suddenly withdrew his skilled mouth from her and let go off her cuffed hands.

She landed on her knees and cried out in frustration her body breaking into a fever.

“Pleaseee” she begged, she had never begged a day in her life, but she was intoxicated drunk in her need, aching for release. She had never a wanted a man like this, long gone was her control.

she was under his now.

He stood watching her panting, the sweat bidding from her forehead, the sight of her red hair stuck to her face drove him mad. But he needed to be patient, she was going to come to him

“Please what? Princess” He grunted

“Tell me what you want”

He could see her resisting, a part of her struggling to fight against her desire, her pride raging a war within her. But he knew he had her when she whispered the magic words

“Please fuck me” She screamed, the last inch of her pride tearing to sheds.