“Please, Bastian,” I panted, shame and need twisting together as I arched back, offering myself fully. “Fuck me. I need your cock now.” The words were raw, desperate, and they shattered the last of my restraint. With a guttural curse, he slammed into me, his thick shaft filling my pussy in one brutal thrust, stretching me to the brink. I cried out, the sound mingling with the distant jazz, my walls spasming around him as he set a punishing pace, each thrust deeper, harder, driving me against the railing.
His hand slid around to my front, fingers finding my clit again, rubbing in tight circles as he pounded into me, the dual assault pushing me toward oblivion. “That’s it, take my cock like the slut you are for me,” he growled, his other hand spanking my ass with a sharp crack, the sting blooming into molten heat. I moaned louder, uncaring of who heard, the voyeuristic thrill feeding my spiraling lust. Pain and pleasure blurred as he spanked me again, his dick hitting a spot so deep I saw stars, my body trembling on the knife-edge of release.
But Bastian wasn’t done playing. He slowed his thrusts, dragging out the torture, and reached for something else from his pocket—cool metal clinking ominously. My breath hitched as I felt the bite of steel against my wrists, handcuffs snapping into place, binding my hands behind my back. The loss of control sent a fresh wave of heat through me, my pussy clenching around his cock. “You look so fucking good like this,” he rasped, his voice thick with dominance. “Helpless, mine to fuck however I want.” He pulled out briefly, only to grab a small butt plug from the velvet bag, slicking it with lube before pressing it against my tight asshole. I tensed, a mix of nerves and dark excitement flooding me, but his soothing growl— “Relax, Ryder, let me in”—coaxed me to yield. The plug breached me slowly, the stretch a sharp counterpoint to the emptiness of my cunt, and when he thrust his dick back inside me, the fullness of both holes overwhelmed every sense.
I was lost, a mess of moans and gasps, as he fucked me with ruthless precision, the plug intensifying every stroke of his cock. His fingers worked my clit relentlessly, and when he leaned forward to bite the nape of my neck, marking me as his, the orgasm hit like a tidal wave, shattering me into fragments. My scream ripped through the night, raw and unbridled, my pussy milking his cock as wave after wave of ecstasy drowned me. Bastian followed with a primal roar, his hot cum spilling inside me, each pulse branding me deeper as his grip on my hips left bruises I’d wear like trophies.
We stayed there for a moment, panting, slick with sweat and spunk, the city’s heartbeat thrumming below us. He eased the plug out, uncuffed me, and turned me to face him, his eyes still burning with something darker than lust—an unspoken claim, a silent threat. My legs shook as I adjusted my dress, the aftershocks of pleasure mingling with a creeping unease. I’d given him too much tonight, not just my body but a piece of my soul, and I knew he’d use it against me. Bastian always played to win, and I was his most dangerous game.
“Until next time, Ryder,” he murmured, pressing a deceptively tender kiss to my swollen lips before stepping back into the shadows of the mansion. I watched him go, my breath unsteady, knowing this wasn’t the end but a prelude to a war I wasn’t sure I could survive. The city hummed on, oblivious to the dangerous dance we’d begun, and I was left with the bitter taste and the ache of a hunger only Bastian could sate—a hunger that might just destroy me.