her mother would press her to seek a divorce from Connor at once.
Thankfully, the footsteps turned out to belong to Connor. He whistled softly as he entered the room, then closed the door behind him.
‘Wow, look at you, Emma. What a gorgeous sight.’
She knew what would happen next. He’d position himself behind her and make endless comments on her appearance, her wetness, her shame. He’d prod her and inspect her, taking his time to do so, while she was burning up, waiting for him finally to give her what she so desperately needed. That was their ritual. The prospect of it frustrated her, but she couldn’t deny it turned her on beyond reason.
True to form, Connor slid his fingers along the rope that was splitting her pussy, inspecting the results of his elegant torture device. ‘Fuck, you’re wet. You can’t wait to have my cock in there, can you, dirty girl?’ He softly pulled on the rope, making it dig into her flesh even deeper. ‘The rope is soaked. I’ll have to wash it tonight. I may have to punish you for that, Em.’
So unfair. And yet such an utterly delectable prospect.
‘Or alternatively, I may make you wash the rope yourself, to give you a proper appreciation for how insanely wet you get when I tie you up. Would you like that, kitten?’
She couldn’t restrain herself any more. ‘Please, Connor …’
‘Please what, kitten? “Please let me wash the rope I’ve soiled with my filthy pussy juice”?’ His hand glided upwards, to her bottom, away from the spot where she wanted it to be.
‘You know what I mean,’ she muttered, a little exasperated. She’d had enough of the foreplay and the shaming. She needed him to fuck and finger her senseless.
‘I have no idea. You’ll have to be much more explicit, kitten.’ He patted her backside as if it was a small child in need of some encouragement.
She nearly groaned in frustration. ‘Please fuck me, Connor,’ she begged. ‘Please fuck me into oblivion.’
He chuckled. ‘That desperate, eh? All right, you filthy hussy. I’ll give you what you want. But first we’ll get rid of these nasty clamps, shall we?’
He pulled down her skirt, and his hands crept under her sweater, hot and searching. With a dexterity born of experience, they loosened the clamps before taking them off altogether. The pressure on her nipples disappeared, but as the blood flowed back into them they tingled with lingering sensation, a throb that was even more painful than when the clamps had been on. She squirmed against the table, shocked by the pain, but also by how much her body seemed to crave it.
She was still squirming when Connor pulled down her sweater and lifted her skirt over her back again. The next moment she heard the sounds she’d been waiting for. His belt being undone. His jeans and underwear being pulled down in one swift movement. He put a hand on her hip, then hooked a finger of his other hand under the taut crotch rope and pulled it aside, exposing her slick entrance. She felt the rope dig into the tender skin where her groin met her thigh, but ignored the sensation. The rope was not what mattered now. Her newly exposed entrance was.
He didn’t even bother to open her up with his fingers. He just put his cockhead against her opening and pushed it in. She was so wet that he nearly slid out before he was properly inserted, but a second hard thrust solved the problem. No sooner was he inside her than she forgot all about the abrasive rope and the dull ache in her nipples. All that mattered was the cock that was claiming her, giving her what she needed.
He drove into her aggressively, his hands gripping her hips tightly. His hard loins whacked against her buttocks, making an obscene sound that she was sure could be heard outside the room. If anyone were to come upstairs now, they’d have no doubt as to what was happening in her old room.
As Connor rammed himself to her depths, pushing her a little further into bliss with each stroke, she found herself moaning despite her fear of being heard. She couldn’t help it; he always had that effect on her.
This time, though, he didn’t seem to want to be heard. ‘Quiet,’ he groaned as he ground his pelvis against her arse.
His next thrust was so hard she actually let out a small shriek, provoking Connor to give her another warning. ‘Be quiet, or I’ll let you wear this for the rest of the day, until we go to bed,’ he hissed. ‘I warned you about that, didn’t I?’
She didn’t answer. Instead, she rode back against him, shifting her buttocks towards him in anticipation of his delicious thrusts.
‘I asked you a question, Em. Did I or did I not warn you about wearing this all day if you disobeyed me?’ He punctuated the word ‘disobeyed’ with a ferocious thrust that had her thighs banging against the desk. She could feel the wood digging into her flesh, another indentation to add to the ones created by the rope.
‘Yes, Connor,’ she managed. ‘You did warn me. I’ll try to be … quieter.’
‘Good. Now finger yourself, slut. Go on, show me how hard you need to come.’
Her fingers flew to her clit, eager to finish the job started by the rope. As he gripped her hips and shoved into her again, she worked her cunt feverishly, in time with his raw thrusts. Gradually, her orgasm built, coming closer with each stroke of his thick cock, each single flick of her fingers. Just then, he twisted his fingers into her hair, pulling her head backwards to him. The pressure on her scalp was enough to bring her to the edge.
‘Oh, God,’ she moaned. ‘God, Connor …’
He pulled harder, as if to punish her. ‘That’s it, you noisy slut. You’ll be wearing this for the rest of the day. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.’
She didn’t care. All she wanted was to come, right there and then. ‘Please … Please, Connor …’
‘Come,’ he commanded. ‘Come all over my cock.’ He shoved into her again, and the next moment her release exploded through her, all the more intense for having been so long in the making. The muscles in her cunt tightened around him, squeezing his erection. Her whole body went weak, and she was wrenched by the contractions of one of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever experienced. She just managed to swallow the shriek which had been building inside her throat, fearful of what might happen if she let it out.
No sooner had she come than Connor eased his cock from her body. ‘On your knees,’ he commanded, his voice hoarse with urgency.
She dropped to her knees, ignoring the rope that dug violently into her groin as she did so, and opened her mouth for him. As he jerked himself off in front of her, she couldn’t wait to see him explode onto her tongue. She wanted to see the tremor in his thighs just before his semen spurted out of him, just before …
He shot his load into her. She could feel it pool on her tongue and lips, all soft and runny, and only just managed to resist the urge to swallow it before he was fully done. Eventually, though, she did swallow, feeling the semen go down her throat like a spoonful of salty jelly. His hands tightened in her hair as she sucked his cock dry of its final oozings, cleaning him as she’d like to be cleaned herself. Not for the first time, she realised that she loved his hand in her hair, loved the possessiveness of his claiming her like that. Even more than this ropes, her hair was her leash, the one with which he enforced her absolute obedience.
When she’d got to her feet, he placed the rope
