Bound for Life (Bound to the Bad Boy #1)

I’ve lost count by now. She’s trying to make me come, I can feel it, but I’ve won this time—I’ve got the control over her.

She clenches her pussy as tight as she can as she thrusts, struggling against her restraints like a little prisoner, and I wrap a hand around the back of her neck. “I’ll fuck you until I’m good and done with you, Serena,” I growl, and she lets out a desperate sigh, a pouting gasp as I buck up into her fiercely.

Her back is grinding against the wall, but she hasn’t shown a single sign of letting up, no hint of saying that simple word that will make me stop. Crimson. She’s a brave girl, that’s for sure. My girl.

I feel another orgasm pulse through her body, but she’s on the verge of going limp. “Bruno,” she gasps, “Bruno, I-I don’t know how much more I can--oh God!” She whimpers the last words, and I groan into her as she writhes on my cock.

I slide my hand down from her neck to hold her back, and now, I’m holding her as much as she’s leaning on the wall. She’s utterly wrapped around me, calves tight against my rock-hard sides. She thrusts up against me with her chest out, and I feel my body revolt against me—it wants to have her, and it wants her now.

I let out a sharp groan as I feel myself crashing into those first few seconds before the orgasm, and I start pounding into her g-spot so that she lets out a cry of absolute bliss.

Just as I feel her honey wash over my red-hot cock, my balls tighten, and a stronger pulse of release than I’ve felt in a very, very long time shocks my whole frame. My jaw falls open, and my whole body goes paralyzed as a shot of hot come releases itself into her.

The first pulse hasn’t even ended before the second one follows, and it’s even stronger than the last. My knees feel weak, and a lesser man might have buckled. The second shot spills into her hot and fast, and Serena sighs in ecstasy, letting her head fall back to the wall as she pushes her hips up, drinking me in with each pulse.

It lasts for what feels like an eternity, my body tightening and relaxing in a flurry of feeling that makes me want to stay buried in her forever. Finally, when the pulsing starts to let up, I stay rock-hard inside her, gently thrusting up and teasing a surprised little gasp from her.

My heart pounds in my chest as I feel such incredible relief. The look in Serena’s blushing face tells me she’s feeling what I’m feeling even more.

“Cazzo,” I breathe, my whole body feeling like it could sleep for a hundred years. She’s basically pudding in my hands, utterly limp as my thrusting slows to a stop.

“Bruno, that was...I don’t think I’ve ever felt like that,” she says, genuine wonder in her voice. I give her a loving squeeze on the ass as I slowly step back. She gasps as I start to slide my cock out. It’s a strange feeling, the cool air on my cock again as it glistens in the light. Some of my seed spills out of her with the cock, and I feel a strange pride at the sight of her.

I’ve marked her.

With my cock out, I gently take her in my arms and walk her to the bed, where I lay her on her side before slipping my pants off the rest of the way and getting into bed after her. She’s a melted mess, chest rising and falling. I move my hands to her wrists gently, and I take care in undoing the restraints I made for her.

The moment her hands are free, she brings them to her front again as I slip into the big spoon position behind her. My cock is still stiff, and she draws in a sharp, shivering breath as it slides against her. She lets the breath out with a pleased moan.

I take her tiny wrists in my hands and rub them with my thumbs. I bring one to my lips and breathe on it, kissing the light pink marks. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” she says, smiling, “it’s a little rough, but I like it. I just hope my mom didn’t hear.”

I smile and gently take off her blindfold. Her warm brown eyes flutter open, and she looks back at me. The heart I’ve worked so hard to harden over the years melts at the sight of those eyes. I wrap my arms around her and hug her to me, and she snuggles in with a contented sigh.

“God, I could fall asleep right now,” she says, and I can practically feel the relaxation in her voice, the utter satisfaction that drips from every word.

“That’s the adrenaline coming down,” I say, rubbing her arm. I walk on my knees over to her and gently turn her onto her stomach. I straddle her, and before she can speak, I start running my hands up and down her back slowly, firmly enough for her to really feel it. Instantly, I hear a soft sigh of pleasure from her.

“Oh my God,” she whispers, eyes half-shutting as I feel her relaxed muscles melt to my touch. “Are you like, a real person?”

I give her a light slap on the asscheek, and she squeals then giggles, wiggling her ass up into me as I rub her back.

“You did so well today, Serena,” I say, “I mean that. Both the fight and... everything else,” I say, my voice taking a husky undertone. “And you went through a lot more excitement than you’re used to. You need to come down slow from that.”

“I’ve never done anything with like, bondage and stuff,” she muses into the blanket. “Is this uh, aftercare?”

“Something like that, if that’s how you wish to think about it,” I say, finding myself grinning at her innocence as my hands rub the spot on her back where she was against the wall. “Aftercare usually doesn’t come after a knife-fight with a bunch of thugs, though.”

“Doesn’t it?” she laughs, but it soon relaxes into a sleepy sigh. “I think...I think I like it, though,” she says. “I wish we could get some more alone-time that doesn’t come with life-threatening danger every now and then.”

I flip her onto her back and put my fists on either side of her, looming over her and smiling warmly down at her form, then up to her face. Her golden hair spills all around her like the sun. I bend down and press my lips to hers.

When we part, I move my mouth to her ear and whisper, “If that’s what you want, maybe you’re with the wrong guy, dolcezza.” Her face turns serious, contemplating my words so direly.





SERENA




G od, he looks good.

It’s just shy of noon, and all morning Bruno has been subtly keeping guard right outside Bathing Beauty while I tend to regular business inside. Well, he’s about as subtle as someone who looks like him could ever possibly be. At first, I worried that his imposing figure might scare off potential customers. Especially considering his leather jacket and crossed-arm stance. But it turns out, it’s not just me who feels a calming aura from him. All morning, he’s been smiling and giving courteous nods to passersby, occasionally even striking up conversation. Many of those who stop to talk to him also come into the shop to browse, and by this time of day, I don’t normally have this many sales in the bag. Bruno has been less like an intimidating bouncer and more like an engaging shop attendant.

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