Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 134531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
And that’s when it started building again. Something larger than the climax from before. Something that caused me to leave my body. Everything went soft. Faraway.
Swiss let out a growl into my pussy, the vibration setting me off again, riding waves of pleasure I didn’t think my body was capable of feeling.
I’d never felt so powerful. Like I was dominating a man, even though I was the one in chains. Even though I was the one naked. It was the power, the agency I had in direct dichotomy with the situation that annihilated me apart for the third time.
The world went blurry, nothing existing except the pain from Swiss’s hands biting into my flesh.
My body twitched as I came down, Swiss no longer moving me. If my fingers could’ve ripped apart the wooden headboard, I was pretty sure they would’ve, I was clutching onto it that hard.
A burst of pain exploded in my inner thigh. I looked down to where Swiss had turned his head, lifting me so he could sink his teeth into me. Blood trickled from where he broke the skin.
“Taste of your pussy and your blood are the sweetest things on this earth,” he growled.
My thigh throbbed, and my skin sang with his words.
“I need you to fuck me,” I rasped, my voice unrecognizable.
I’d never uttered anything like that in my life. I was pretty sure it was against whatever Dom rules Swiss had—he was in charge, wasn’t he?
But instead of chastising me for my words, his eyes flared with hunger.
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you, baby,” he responded. My blood painted his lips.
In one smooth move, Swiss lifted me in order to get up from beneath me. The bed creaked slightly as he yanked me back to all fours. He shifted his weight so he was on his knees, spreading my legs.
I sucked in an unsteady breath, my limbs shaking, still gripping the headboard for dear life.
A crinkle of foil punctured my reverie, the clink of a belt, of Swiss freeing himself.
The hand on my hip to steady me was the only warning I got before he surged inside of me. I screamed as he seated himself in me fully, as he bunched my hair and yanked hard as he started thrusting.
My body was tender, sensitive and ravenous. Pain exploded in my scalp, only making the pleasure from his thrusts more intense.
My throat burned from the way I screamed.
Time ceased to have meaning. The thumping music melted away. We were the only two people on this earth. I was sure of it.
Swiss was unyielding, without mercy as he fucked me. Like an animal.
As my own feral climax approached, his hand left my hip, and the pressure at my scalp was gone. Both of his hands had fastened around my neck before I could comprehend what was happening.
He squeezed to the point where I struggled to get air. He did not stop moving inside of me. My orgasm didn’t pause the harder he squeezed. It only intensified as my lungs burned, as my body scrambled for oxygen.
The second it seemed like I might black out, Swiss let out a growl, and I broke apart, clenching around him as my orgasm shattered everything left inside me.
The room came in and out of focus as I gasped for breath. In that moment, I surrendered completely to Swiss.
I was his.
That much was crystal clear to me.
I was staring at the ceiling. My chest was rising and falling rapidly. My arms were still in chains above my head, the sockets of my shoulders burning ever so slightly in protest at being in such an unnatural position.
At some point, Swiss had adjusted my position. He wanted to be face-to-face. It was an entirely different experience, having him on top of me and staring at me as he slowly fucked me.
Swiss stretched above me, and a metallic click echoed in my ears as my hands fell down.
He caught my wrist in his hands, slowly massaging the feeling back into each one.
“I feel like I exist on this planet purely to experience that,” I murmured, suddenly exhausted. It was like I’d flown upward, out of the atmosphere and was hurtling back to Earth.
My body was spent. Utterly. There was nothing left inside me. He’d taken everything out.
I didn’t miss the way Swiss’s eyes flared as I spoke, though.
He kissed my nose gently, and the gesture sent warmth seeping into my bones. “I feel like I was made to do that to you,” he murmured.
Sleep was claiming me quickly. Darkness pulled me down. There was no way I could stay conscious after everything we’d done. Impossible.
“I feel like I was made to be yours,” I whispered, or maybe I thought it. I couldn’t be sure because I slipped off to sleep quickly after that.
SWISS
“I feel like I was made to be yours.”