Just Before My Wedding: Trapped By My Ruthless Boss novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62

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I pulled harder against the restraints again, my wrists straining, my thighs trembling with the effort to move an inch and failing. The blindfold made it worse. I had no idea where he was until his palm slid up my bare thigh. “I can’t…”

“That’s the point.”

His fingers hooked into the sides of my thong and dragged them down my legs. I made a broken sound and tried to twist away from the exposure, but there was nowhere to go. He tugged the underwear free, and I heard them hit the floor. “Oceans.” My voice came out stripped of everything except honesty. “I’ve never – this isn’t something I’ve ever-”

“I know.” The bed shifted as he moved. “That’s not going to stop me.”

My face burned under the blindfold. He stood there for a beat too long, saying nothing, and that silence was excruciating. He let me feel every inch of myself on display.

Then his knuckles brushed my folds lightly, “Every time you sit down tomorrow, you’re going to feel every inch of where I’ve been tonight. Your cunt will be so sore that the thought of smiling at another man becomes a sacrilege to you.”

His palm covered my breast as he caressed softly before rolling my nipples between his fingers. I moaned, despite myself. But that pleasure didn’t last as I felt a cold metal against the breast he was fondling.

Suddenly, I felt the metal clamp down on my nipple. I panted through the sudden pain, every nerve rushing toward the pain until it transformed into something hot and dizzying. My nipple throbbed inside the clamp, each beat of my heart making it worse.

Then he took the other breast in his hand and rolled the nipple between his fingers first, making it hard, “Oceans, please…”

Click.

I cried out louder. My back bowed. My thighs shook. The second clamp bit down, and suddenly, there was no part of me that wasn’t aware of my own body.

His finger moved to my center. He parted my folds slowly and collected the wetness from there, and the sound my pussy made from the contact was embarrassing. I was shamelessly wet.

He dragged a finger over my wetness before circling my clit in hard, tight circles.

I moaned, despite myself.

He made a low sound, obviously pleased with himself, and I hated how much that sound did to me.

The bed shifted. His hand spread over one of my butt cheeks for a moment before it was replaced by something cold and cruel.

It felt like a wheel. I tensed hard when I felt some sharp edges brush against my skin. He dragged it slowly over one cheek, down the curve, over the top of my thigh. Every little spike bit just enough to make me hiss, the sting multiplying over my already aware and sensitive skin. “Oh, God, no…”

He rolled it back up slowly, and I could feel every point, every scrape, every tiny bite.

My muscles quivered around nothing, my body trapped between pain and the wet, humiliating throb between my legs. He moved to the other side, tracing over fresh heat, then down farther, across the inside of my thigh, where my skin was softer. Ljerked

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“Stay fucking still,” he ordered.

“It’s too much, Oceans. I’m sorry. I swear,” I moaned and whimpered at the same time.

“You pushed me. This is what happens when you push me. Take it.”

He dragged it over the crease where thigh met center, and I gasped so hard I nearly choked. The sensation was vicious there -too sharp, too close, too much. My hips tried to buck away, but the spreader bar held me exactly where he wanted me. I was trapped in my own body. Every reaction belonged to him.

He rolled the wheel up my stomach once, lightly, then back down over my pelvis, over the tender inside of one thigh, then the other. He kept circling the places that made me shake hardest, making me dread the next touch and crave it at the same time. “You’re dripping,” he said, and I swallowed a broken sound.

“You have no idea the things I think about doing to you. The things I’ve stopped myself from doing. Tonight I am stopping myself from significantly fewer of them.”

He pulled away the wheel, and I anticipated what was coming next. And the next thing I felt was broad, warm, and buzzing. The vibration hit my clit through one slow press of a wand, and my entire body locked. “Oh–God—”

The sound that came out of me was wrecked. He held it there without moving, just letting that thick hum soak into me while I strained against the ropes. My center clenched helplessly. Wetness slid down farther, embarrassing and impossible to stop. The buzz spread through everything–my clit, my folds, my belly, the ache in my thighs, all of it turning liquid and unbearable.

“Fuck, Kiss. That’s what I thought,” he murmured.

I was breathing too fast. “Please…”

“Please, what?” he asked as he shifted the wand slightly, enough to catch me more directly. I cried out. “Use your words, Kiss.”

I licked my dry lips, “Please, Oceans… let me cum.”

At my request, the vibration left me. I made a broken, desperate noise, but he laughed under his breath.

“You’ll cum when I want you to.”

Frustration laced my desperation. But before I could process anything else, the wand returned, pressing harder into my center. The deep buzz rolled through me again, dragging me back up so fast my toes curled, and my wrists strained. My nipples throbbed under the clamps with every pulse.

It was all too much, and somehow not enough. I could feel my orgasm building again before I was ready for it, “Oceans… don’t stop. Please… I’m-”

Gone.

He lifted it away a second before the edge broke. I sobbed, my whole body jerking with the denial. “No, no, no…”

“That wasn’t permission. You’re still observing your punishment.”

“Please… I’m sorry… I’ll do anything you want… Just let me…” I cried desperately, my body unable to take the torture

anymore.

I felt him lean so close to my ear that I could feel his warm breath pour over me.

“Say you’re mine, Kiss. He said slowly. “All of you.”

I went still.

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“I know how this looks. But I stopped caring how it looks around week three of our secret affair.

I wish I could look into his eyes now to see how serious he was. He couldn’t be serious, right?

He was just pulling my legs. Isn’t it?

“Oceans… This isn’t rational. Stop…”

“The rational part of me knows this is too far. But that part is losing.” His tongue circled the side of my neck, clicking and sucking on it. “Other men can look at you. But the only cock you’re ever taking is mine. You belong to me.” His fingers found my aching center as he spoke, his mouth sucking on that same spot on my neck that made me moan.

He pushed a finger into me, and my muscles clenched shamelessly.

“So fucking wet.”

My cheeks burned hotter. Tears kept slipping down my face, but I couldn’t even wipe them away.

I moaned.

“The sounds you make… Fuck… They are for me alone, Kiss,” He pulled out his finger and pushed it back in again. “Your cunt belongs to me.” Again, “Your body belongs to me.” Again, a little harder. “Say it, Kiss. Tell me you belong to me.”

A second joined it, stretching me slowly, his knuckles pushing into my depths. My body took him greedily, clenching at the intrusion after being left empty so long. He curled his fingers, maintaining a steady rhythm as he fucked me, making my back arch. He sucked and nibbled on my neck until I was certain it was going to leave a mark there by tomorrow.

He worked me with brutal patience, thrusting in and curling up, finding the spot that made my hips jerk and my breath stutter. His thumb settled on my clit, rubbing in tight, controlled circles that made me tremble all over again.

“Say it, Kiss.” He pushed harder, “Say you belong to me.”

“I… I can’t. I belong to someone else, Oceans. Please…” I said in a broken voice that made him stop immediately and pulled out his finger.

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