Arranged love

BONES

I GET UP off the bed and shrug off my suit jacket, then rip my tie from my button-up. I take my time undoing my cuff links, my eyes devouring her secured to the bed. She’s naked except for her heels. I placed her ankles in leather cuffs secured by straps connected on either side of the bed, keeping her legs wide open for me.

Whimpers and moans of frustration come from her perfect lips while she fights the position I put her in. I’ve always needed control in and out of the bedroom. And she is handing her body over to me however I want it. Only an idiot would pass that up.

My button-up falls from my shoulders, and I crawl back onto the bed. I lie on my back and slide my head between her legs so her pussy is right in front of my face. She’s soaked and begging for me to take it. I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her down onto my face. The sound of her crying out at the new position only makes me smile.

I lick her cunt. I feel her body tense as I suck her swollen clit into my mouth. The sound that she makes has me growling. My cock is straining against my slacks. But right now is about her.

“Oh, God…” She’s gasping.

I don’t slow down. I’ve been soft with her. Some would even call it making love. But I haven’t had the chance to really fuck her. Make her mine. Use her. This is that chance.

Removing my arms from around her thighs, I slide my fingers into her while my mouth continues to fuck her.

She’s rocking against my mouth, her body tensing. The sound of her calling out my name penetrates my ears, and I can feel how close she is.

I don’t let up or stop. No, I get more forceful until she comes all over my face.

Pulling out from underneath her, I sit up and turn to look at her while I lick my wet lips. She’s shaking, body covered in sweat, and I can hear her trying to catch her breath.

I get up off the bed and go stand in front of her. “My turn, beautiful.” Reaching down, I unzip my slacks and pull out my hard dick. Her head hangs over the footboard, hair so long it almost hits the floor.

Reaching down, I gather it all in my hands and hold it at the base of her neck, lifting it at the same time. “Open up for me, Mia. It’s time I fuck those pretty lips.” She hasn’t given me a blow job yet.

I run the head of my cock along her parted lips, and she looks up at me through watery lashes. “That’s it.” I smile down at her. “Open wide.” I shove my hips forward, and she tries to pull away. I know her mouth has never been fucked before, so I’ll try to be as gentle as I can, but I’m not about to promise her anything.

Pushing it in farther, she gags, and I pull out. She coughs, so I shove two fingers into her mouth, and fresh tears run down her face. I decide just how far I will be able to go and remove my fingers from her mouth to give her a second to catch her breath. “Breathe through your nose, Mia,” I tell her.

Grabbing my dick again, I slide it back into her waiting mouth, and instead of letting go, I grip the base tightly and start to fuck her. Closing my eyes, I throw my head back and slide my hand up and down my shaft and my piercings while I slam my cock into her mouth.

She gags, but I ignore it. It feels too good. I’m too close to coming. My body stiffens, and I pull out just in time to stroke it, coming all over her beautiful face.

MIA

I LIE NAKED in bed next to Dillan. We just finished up in the shower at The Palace. My body still shakes, and it hurts to swallow. But I can’t stop smiling. I feel stupid. Is being used supposed to feel this good?

He slides his hand over my waist and turns his body into my side. “How do you feel?” he asks, propping himself on his forearm to look down at me.

I look up, meeting his stare. “Great.”

His eyes search mine, but there isn’t a hint of happiness, and my smile falters. “How-How do you feel?” I stumble over my words.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, his hand moves up my body, where he wraps his fingers around my throat. I arch my neck and swallow against it, making me wince. His blue eyes are hard, and my heart starts to race again.

“I hurt you,” he says softly.

“I’m fine,” I whisper. “Promise.”

I sit up, and his hand falls from my neck. I get up and straddle his naked body. His hands go to my bare hips. I look down at his chest. He has a tattoo of a skull with a tilted crown on it, among many others. I run my fingers over it. “How did you get the name Bones?” I wonder.

Reaching up, he twirls a few strands of my hair around his finger. “There was a kid who kept picking on my brother. I sat back and watched a couple of times but didn’t want to intervene. I figured it would just make it worse on him. Then school was over one day, and I watched the kid shove my brother’s face into the wall and break his nose. I pulled him off of Grave and broke twenty of his bones with my bare hands. I got suspended.” He shrugs. “But when I returned to school, everyone called me Bones. It just stuck.”

“How old were you?” I ask.

“Uh…” His eyes drop to my breasts before returning to mine. “Middle school.”

My eyes widen. “You were so young.”

He nods. “We were taught how to fight at a young age.”

“Like my brothers,” I whisper, and his eyes soften. “Do you ever wish your life was different?”

He doesn’t answer, but his hand falls from my hair.

My eyes drop to the tattoo around his neck, unable to meet his eyes. He sits up, his hands going to cup both sides of my face. He gently kisses my forehead.