Free Bound by Ivy by S. Quinn

to test the theory and I find I’m held fast.
    Marc’s eyes darken. ‘Is it wrong that I like seeing you struggle like that?’
    ‘ Only if I wasn’t into it.’ And I am. Oh god, I am. Being restrained like this, with Marc watching me like a tiger about to pounce, totally helpless and at his mercy … I can already feel how wet I am, and Marc has barely touched me.
    Marc is breathing hard, watching me. His eyes are hungry, and I know mine are too.
    When the car turns a corner and I’m thrown around a little, his breathing gets even harder, and he lets out a moan and dives forwards, tugging off my boots, unfastening my jeans and flinging them off. He rips my panties off too, and lifts my jumper and my bra so he can play with my breasts, squeezing them together and pushing his lips against my nipples.
    I can feel him so hard between my legs that his trousers must be straining to bursting point.
    ‘Oh Marc,’ I moan, as I feel his warm mouth and strong fingers on my breasts.
    He responds by pulling back, taking a condom from his pocket and freeing himself from his trousers. I watch, completely turned on to see him working on the condom, the rubber straining all over.
    I’m breathing so hard that I think I might faint, and I just don’t think I can bear another moment without him inside me.
    ‘Please Marc,’ I whimper.
    The car turns another corner and I’m thrown forward into him, my body loose and limp against my restraints.
    Marc pushes his body against mine. He puts his lips to my ear and breathes, ‘I was going to tease you. To make you wait. But I can’t. You’re completely irresistible to me, Sophia Rose. Irresistible.’
    He plunges all the way inside me in one stroke, and I gasp and let out a moan of pleasure.
    Then he begins to pump back and forth, effortlessly, smoothly, his breathing quickening with every movement.
    I’m in a world of pleasure, bound and held captive while he does what he wants. Which also happens to be just what I want.
    Oh god, oh god.
    He’s moving stronger and deeper now, pressing his groin harder a gainst me, rubbing so tingles of pleasure shoot all over my abdomen.
    After a few hard strokes that leave me breathless with pleasure, he stops and pulls back, panting and pushing thick brown hair from his forehead.
    ‘Marc, please —’
    But before I can protest, Marc lowers his head between my legs . His tongue begins circling just above where he entered me in quick, electric strokes that drive me absolutely wild. But it’s too raw. Too sensitive. And I’m almost in pain.
    ‘It’s too much,’ I beg. ‘Pl ease. Stop. I can’t take it.’
    Marc lifts his head. ‘I know exactly how much you can take.’
    ‘Marc, please .’ Restrained as I am, there’s absolutely nothing I can do but endure the sharp shocks of pleasure that are shooting up and down my body. I wriggle and fight, but Marc simply holds me steady with one hand and continues his torture.
    ‘Oh, oh . Please Marc. Please stop.’
    L ittle by little, the sharpness begins turning sweet, until soft waves of pleasure lap around my thighs.
    ‘I’m going to come,’ I moan. ‘Oh god Marc. Oh god.’ I can feel my neck and cheeks are flushed, and my eyelids are half closed and flickering
    Marc pulls back. ‘Not yet.’
    He kneels up again so his groin is level with mine, and I see him huge and hard, inches from me.
    God, I want him inside me. I’m absolutely aching for him . But he doesn’t slide in. Instead, he puts his hands under my buttocks and pulls me towards him so I’m slouching in the seat.
    My chin is almost touching my c hest, and my arms are stretched up, up.
    Marc opens my legs wide apar t. Then he opens up my buttocks, and I realise what he has in mind.

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    ‘Marc,’ I gasp. ‘You can’t be serious. In the car?’
    ‘You’re ready f or this,’ says Marc. ‘And from where I’m sitting, you’re not in much of a position to argue.’
    ‘I f I did argue, would you listen?’
    Marc frowns.