Bound By Desrire BDSM Part 6

The days that followed had become a delicious, intoxicating haze of raw dominance and unexpected tenderness. Damien no longer treated Elena like a temporary contract submissive. He handled her like a woman he was becoming dangerously addicted to — possessive, insatiable, and almost reverent in the way he claimed every inch of her body.

On the morning of the sixth day, Elena woke up completely helpless, tied spread-eagle to Damien’s massive bed. Soft but sturdy black silk ropes bound her wrists and ankles to the four dark wooden posts. A thick silk blindfold blocked her vision, heightening every sound and touch. Her nipples were already tight, and her pussy was slick with anticipation, aching from the brutal fucking he’d given her deep into the night.

She heard the bedroom door open with a soft click, followed by the low dip of the mattress as Damien’s heavy weight settled between her spread thighs.

“Today,” his deep, velvety voice rumbled through the darkness, “I’m going to remind you exactly who you belong to, Elena.”

His large, calloused hands roamed over her body with possessive hunger. He squeezed her heavy, full breasts hard, kneading the soft flesh before capturing her sensitive nipples between his fingers. He pinched and twisted them until she arched off the bed with a sharp gasp, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to her dripping core.

“Such pretty tits,” he murmured appreciatively. One hand slid down her trembling stomach and between her thighs. He spread her soaked pussy lips wide with two fingers, exposing her completely. “And this cunt… already fucking drenched for me.”

Without warning, he plunged two thick fingers deep inside her, curling them brutally against her G-spot while his thumb pressed firm circles on her swollen clit. Elena moaned loudly, her hips bucking against the tight ropes as wet, obscene sounds filled the room.

“So greedy,” Damien growled, pumping his fingers faster. “Even after I filled this tight little hole with load after load last night, you’re still dripping like a desperate slut.”

He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his mouth. His hot tongue dragged slowly up her slit before latching onto her throbbing clit. He sucked hard, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves with rapid strokes while pushing three fingers back inside her, stretching her walls. He tongue-fucked her relentlessly, groaning against her pussy like he couldn’t get enough of her taste.

Elena’s thighs shook violently against the ropes. “Damien— Sir— please, I’m so close—”

He pulled away right as her orgasm crested, leaving her whimpering and empty.

“Not yet,” he said darkly.

The blindfold was suddenly yanked off. Elena blinked against the light and moaned at the sight before her. Damien was gloriously naked, his powerful, muscular body towering over her. His massive cock stood rock-hard and angry, the thick veined shaft glistening with precum at the tip.

He positioned himself between her spread legs and slammed into her soaked pussy in one powerful, merciless thrust, burying every thick inch to the hilt.

“Fuck!” Elena screamed, her back arching sharply as he stretched her walls wide open.

Damien didn’t give her time to adjust. He fucked her with deep, punishing strokes, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with every brutal snap of his hips. The headboard slammed rhythmically against the wall as he railed her. He leaned down, biting and sucking on her neck, leaving a fresh, dark hickey while pounding into her dripping cunt.

“Tell me who owns this cunt,” he growled against her ear, grinding his pelvis against her clit with every thrust.

“You do, Sir!” she sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from her eyes. “Only you— fuck— it’s yours!”

He reached between their bodies and rubbed her swollen clit in tight, fast circles. Elena shattered violently. Her pussy clamped down like a vice around his thick cock as she came hard, screaming his name. Her walls fluttered and milked him greedily, gushing around his shaft.

Damien groaned but didn’t stop. He fucked her straight through her orgasm, drawing it out until she was a shaking, oversensitive mess.

He finally untied her wrists and ankles, only to flip her onto her stomach like she weighed nothing. He yanked her hips up high, forcing her ass in the air, and drove back into her soaked pussy from behind. The new angle let him hit even deeper, the fat head of his cock battering her cervix with every savage thrust.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he grunted, spanking her ass hard. Loud smacks echoed as red handprints bloomed across her pale skin. He gripped her hips bruisingly and railed her even harder, his balls slapping wetly against her clit.

When he felt his own climax approaching, he pulled out completely. Elena whimpered at the loss, but then gasped as she felt the thick, cum-slick head of his cock press against her tight asshole.

“Take me,” he ordered, voice rough with lust.

Elena pushed back eagerly. Damien groaned deeply as he slowly sank into her ass, inch by thick inch. The burning stretch was intense and delicious. Once he was buried to the balls inside her tightest hole, he began fucking her with long, deep strokes, gradually building speed until he was pounding her ass mercilessly.

“Fuck, this ass is perfect,” he groaned, voice strained. “So goddamn tight it’s strangling my cock.”

He reached around and rubbed her clit again with skilled fingers. The dual sensation pushed Elena over the edge a second time. She came with a broken, hoarse scream, her ass clenching rhythmically around his pistoning shaft. Damien roared, slamming deep one final time as he exploded. Thick, hot jets of cum flooded her ass, pulse after pulse, until it was leaking out around his cock.

He stayed buried inside her for a long moment, both of them panting. Then he gently pulled out, scooped her into his arms, and kissed her deeply — slow and possessive.

After a long, tender shower where he washed every inch of her body with reverent care — massaging her sore muscles, kissing the marks he’d left — they moved to the living room. Elena curled up in his lap on the oversized couch, wearing nothing but his oversized button-down shirt.

“I meant what I said yesterday,” Damien murmured, his fingers tracing the fresh bite mark and hickeys on her neck. “I had a real crush on you back in school. I used to sit across the library watching you for hours, imagining what it would feel like to have you under me… to hear you moan my name.”

Elena looked up at him, heart racing.

“And now?” she whispered.

His steel-gray eyes burned with raw, intense emotion. “Now I’m fucking terrified that three months won’t be enough. I want more, Elena. I want all of you — not just your body. I want your mornings, your nights, your everything.”

He pulled her into a slow, deep kiss full of dark promise and unexpected vulnerability.