Bound by Thrust – Chapter 3: The Silent Surrender

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The air hung heavy between them, charged with unspoken commands. She knelt on the carpet, her thighs trembling, the ache between them undeniable. Naked and waiting, her skin glowed under the dim light. Her body was his canvas, her submission the offering.

He stood before her, shirt hanging loose over his shoulders, exposing the defined muscles of his chest. His hand gripped the smooth length of red silk rope, his fingers tracing it with the precision of an artist. He didn’t rush—he never did. She felt his control in the silence, a pressure that made her heart race.

“You’ve been waiting for this,” he said finally, his voice low and deliberate.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, her voice shaking with need.

“Good.”

He stepped closer, his scent—earthy, clean, commanding—filling her senses. He crouched in front of her, letting the rope brush over her shoulders, teasing the sensitive skin of her arms. Then he began, binding her wrists together first, then looping the silk over her arms and across her chest. Each knot pulled tighter, forcing her to feel the press of the ropes against her ribs. Her breasts swelled above the bindings, her nipples hard and aching as his fingers skimmed the knots he’d tied.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice dark and possessive. “You’re beautiful like this. Bound and ***. Exactly how you’re meant to be.”

Her breathing hitched as his hands trailed lower, exploring every curve of her body. He brushed over her stomach, then down to the heat pooling between her thighs. His fingers slid between her folds, testing her, and she gasped at the slickness he found.

“So fucking wet,” he growled. “You’ve been sitting here dripping for me, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

His hand closed over her throat, his grip firm but not constricting, enough to remind her who held the power. “Good girl,” he said, his lips brushing against her ear. “But you don’t get to come until I say so.”

He moved behind her, his hand tangling in her hair. With a sharp tug, he ***d her head back, exposing the curve of her neck. His breath was hot against her skin as he spoke, his words a low growl.

“Face down,” he ordered. “Ass up.”

She obeyed immediately, folding forward until her chest pressed against the carpet, her bound arms pinned beneath her. Her ass lifted toward him, exposed and ***. She felt the heat of his body as he knelt behind her, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice rough. “Every fucking inch of you belongs to me.”

The head of his dick pressed against her entrance, teasing her, spreading her slickness over her skin. She moaned, her body shifting instinctively, trying to take him in. But he held her hips firmly, making her wait.

“You want this?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir. Please,” she begged, her voice raw with need.

“Good,” he said, and then he thrust into her, hard and deep, stretching her with a *** that stole her breath.

She cried out, the ropes digging into her skin as he set a relentless pace. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back against him with every thrust. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, raw and primal.

“You take me so well,” he said, his voice strained with control. “Your tight little cunt was made for this.”

Her cries grew louder, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. He reached around her, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing slow circles that made her whole body quake.

“You’re close,” he said. “I can feel it. Don’t hold back.”

She shattered at his command, her orgasm ripping through her. Her walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper, her screams muffled against the carpet. But he didn’t stop. His pace stayed punishing, driving her into another wave of pleasure that left her trembling and gasping for air.

When she finally collapsed, her body spent and shaking, he pulled out of her and turned her over onto her back. Her skin glowed with sweat, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. He knelt above her, stroking his dick, his movements deliberate as he stared into her eyes.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded.

Her lips parted instantly, her tongue sliding out to meet him. His release came hot and thick, spilling over her tongue and lips, ***ting her in his desire. She swallowed greedily, her eyes locked on his, her submission complete.

“You’re perfect,” he said softly, brushing his thumb over her cheek to wipe away a stray drop. “And you’re mine.”

He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that tasted of him. Then, without a word, he began untying the ropes, his fingers gentle as he worked. When the last knot came free, he gathered her into his arms, holding her against his chest.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice warm and soothing. “You did so well.”

She melted into him, her body sore and her mind blissfully quiet. The room was silent now, the only sound their breathing, but the weight of their connection lingered, heavy and unbreakable.