**”Bound and Taken”**

I’d known Sarah for a while—flirty texts, lingering touches, the kind of tension that begged to be snapped. But tonight? Tonight, I decided I wasn’t holding back anymore. She showed up at my place in tight jeans and a crop top, biting her lip like she already knew what was coming. One look at her, and my cock was already straining against my zipper.

I didn’t waste time. The second the door clicked shut, I had her pressed against the wall, my hand tangling in her hair, pulling just hard enough to make her whimper. “You’ve been teasing me for weeks,” I growled, my lips brushing her ear. “Time to pay up.”

She shivered, her pupils blown wide, and that was all the permission I needed. I spun her around, yanking her wrists behind her back before wrapping a leather cuff around them. She gasped as I tightened it, testing the give—just enough to keep her in place, not enough to hurt. Yet.

With her arms secured, I shoved her face-first onto the bed, her ass in the air, those perfect curves on display. My fingers hooked into the waistband of her jeans, dragging them down with her panties in one rough pull. Her pussy was already glistening, needy, and I smirked, giving her ass a sharp slap. She yelped, but the way she arched into it told me everything.

“Look at you,” I murmured, sliding two fingers through her slick folds. “Already fucking dripping for me.” She moaned, pushing back against my hand, but I pulled away, chuckling at her frustrated whine. “Nah, you don’t get to come yet.”

I unbuckled my belt, the leather sliding free with a hiss, and her breath hitched. I didn’t make her wait—I wrapped it around her thigh, just above the knee, and cinched it tight. She squirmed, but I held her hip down with one hand while I secured the other leg the same way, spreading her wide. Now she was stuck—legs forced apart, arms bound, completely at my mercy.

My cock throbbed at the sight. I stripped fast, kicking my clothes aside, before climbing onto the bed behind her. The head of my dick dragged through her wetness, teasing, and she whimpered, hips jerking. “Please—”

I didn’t let her finish. I shoved inside her in one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She cried out, her cunt clenching around me, and I groaned, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “Fuck, you take it so good,” I gritted out, already pulling back to slam into her again.

The bed rocked with each brutal snap of my hips, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Sarah was panting, little pleading noises escaping her every time I bottomed out. I reached around, finding her clit and pressing rough circles against it. She jerked, a broken sob tearing from her throat. “Oh god—I can’t—I’m gonna—”

I twisted my fingers harder. “Come.”

She screamed, her whole body locking up as she came, her pussy squeezing me like a fucking vise. I didn’t let up, pounding into her through it, chasing my own release. When it hit, I saw white, my hips stuttering as I pumped her full, deep groans ripping from my chest.

Collapsing over her, I took a second to catch my breath before yanking her cuffs loose. She slumped, boneless, but I wasn’t done. Rolling her onto her back, I pinned her wrists above her head. “Round two’s gonna be worse,” I promised, and the way she shuddered told me she couldn’t wait.