His hands held me firm. His tongue licked with power. Every sweep sent my head pounding with pressure. I wouldn’t last long. Already my toes curled at the onslaught. His rough-smooth cheeks created their own fire against my thighs as I fought to bring my legs together.

“I’m going to make you come. Right now.” His mouth smashed against me, bruising. My entire world detonated—blinked out like a cataclysmic explosion.

He sank inside—deep and strong, giving me nowhere to hide. His tongue did exactly as he said it would—fucked me.

“Oh, God.”

I’d never been so devoured, so taken. The firmness of his mouth and dexterity of his tongue unravelled me to the point of insanity. He was serious about making me come—his tongue thrust hard, building a nucleus inside wanting to release.

Needing to do something, anything, before drifting away on a sea of pleasure, I opened my eyes. His c**k stood tall and hard, only centimetres away from my mouth.

Two can consume.

Licking my lips, I used my stomach muscles to swing forward. Capturing the tip of him, I wasted no time sucking him into my mouth. A centimetre, then an inch, until his hotness touched the back of my throat.

His tongue spasmed inside me. He sucked in a ragged breath, then surged his h*ps forward, gliding deeper into me. He gave me everything I wanted in one sure thrust.

I lost myself to his musky taste. The saltiness of his excitement, the silky steel of skin, the throbbing blood in his veins. I couldn’t control anything and Q surged forward again, using my mouth, f**king my mouth just like his tongue f**ked me. Every twitch of his h*ps rewarded me with a tongue sweep, plunging deeper.

My breathing caught and hitched.

My head was too heavy, too full of blood. My toes tingled from being upside down. All basic power had been taken. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t move. I could barely breathe.

I was his.

His to use, lick, punish, f**k.

It was torture. It was heaven. I’d never done anything so untamed and sexual.

Q traced his fingers from my inner thigh to my core. He flicked my clit, driving his tongue deeper inside.

The first tingle of an orgasm had me frantically sucking, licking in return. He groaned—the vibration echoed through my pu**y, sending me ever closer to coming.

I cried out, breaking the suction around his cock. It didn’t stop him thrusting into me—treating me like a sex toy. For some reason the callous way he sought my mouth made me lose all inhibitions.

I no longer cared about him being so intimate with every pink part of me. I no longer cared about my freezing legs and pounding head. All I wanted was freedom.

I wanted to come.

Opening my jaw as wide as I could, I accepted his next thrust, swallowing his erection completely. I was so languid, so loose, filled with sparking desire, my gag reflex didn’t engage as he slid down my throat. My nose pressed against his balls, inhaling his masculine scent.

“Fuuuck,” Q growled, his focus on me interrupted.

Power filled me. Even though I couldn’t be any more defenceless, I’d somehow taken charge—if only for a second.

Q’s h*ps shot forward, filling my mouth with every eager inch he had. “Goddammit, Tess.” A ripple shot from the base and a splash of hotness hit my tongue. Q pulled out, breathing hard. “Fuck. I’m not ready to come. When I do, it’s going to be so far inside you, you’ll know exactly who your master is.”

His mouth collided with my pu**y again. And this time—there was no mercy. His tongue drove deep, making me blind with need.

Then he bit me.

His teeth captured my cl*t in painful surrender. Sharp. Hard. Sweet, sweet pain.

I came.

Ribbons of pleasure unspooled in my belly; I stiffened in the ropes. His hands kept my legs apart, forcing his tongue into me.

I bucked and convulsed as my inner muscles rippled in his mouth.

Each wave squeezed around his tongue, milking him. I’d never been so wet, so turned on. My entire body danced with spangled light.

The moment my orgasm ended, Q detached a rope and undid a few knots. Then I was swinging.

Swinging with no warning until my feet hit the floor. I stumbled, utterly befuddled on how to stand. He’d shattered my mental abilities.

Not that it mattered.

Q grabbed my hips, splaying my shaky legs. Letting the chain hold most of my weight, he jerked me backward, and in one savage thrust, sank his beautiful c**k deep, deep inside me.

I screamed at the fullness—the intrusion.

His fingernails broke my skin as he pounded into me, pushing me forward before pulling me back.

I was drenched.

Dripping.

My body offered no resistance, and I stretched with delicious welcome. My cheeks were wet from sucking Q, my limbs tingled with life. But nothing would ever compete with the amazing combination of my burning ass bruising against Q’s hipbones as he drove deep, deep, deeper.

“God, you’re so f**king tight. So tight.” He sounded different—raw, animalistic.

One hand left my hip, making its way to where we joined. I jerked as he found my clit. It physically hurt after two mind-blowing orgasms.

Stealing my moisture, he travelled back up.

I froze as he touched the one place he hadn’t before. The puckered hole that up till now I’d never thought of including in sex. I’d seen videos, read about it, but I hadn’t been tempted.

If I was honest—it petrified me.

I clenched my cheeks, trying to wiggle from his finger. But he forced me still, thrusting his c**k harder.

His digit pressed threateningly. His breath heated my ear. “I haven’t gone here yet. I wanted to take my time. But I’m giving you fair warning, esclave. I want it. I want all of you. Nothing is safe from me.”

I shuddered as his touch turned harder, probing. “And I’m going to take it with or without your consent.”

My heart went from beating to screaming. No! I didn’t want it.

Q rocked again, his c**k hitting my g-spot in a perfect thrust.

I blanked out for a moment with pleasure, then stiffened as his finger swirled with lubrication, pressing hard. Coaxing, teasing, working my body against me.

“Q—don’t.” My heart flurried with panic not desire. My brain scrambled with the incredibleness of his c**k and the terror of his probing finger.

“You said you’d let me do anything.” With another press, he breached the seal of my body.

Pain.