Hard by Cheryl McIntyre, Dawn Decker Read Free Book Online

deeply, trying to calm myself. This is why she needs to be bound. She has too much power over me right now, and that is unacceptable.
    I loop the rope around her hair twice, and tie it off. It’s high on her head, keeping her neck and shoulders fully exposed.
    Stunning .
    But I’m not done. I fold the hair hanging from the band in half, circle that hair again, and weave the rope back through the middle. I finish the knot off by passing the end through the center fold and wrenching it firmly. Holland yelps in surprise as her hair pulls tightly, bringing her head back with it.
    Usually, I would wind the remainder of the rope around my arm and control all movement, rewarding my playmate with either pleasure or pain as I please. Instead, I place my hand on her chest, backing her into the headboard and tie the end to the railing. In this position, as long as she stays still, the line will not pull. But if she tries to change her posture, even slightly, the knot will tighten, yanking her hair.
    I sit back on my feet, admiring my work before bending forward and capturing her lips, sucking and licking my way into her mouth. Holland makes a noise, humming in her throat with anticipation. I lean back, and never ceasing to disappoint me, she tries to come with me. The knot does what it is meant to do, pulling taut, and halting her progression. Her delicate auburn brows furrow in pain and she sucks air through her teeth.
    Time to play .
    I lean back in, this time covering her nipple with my lips. Suck softly, then hard, then soft again. Switch to the other rigid peak and repeat the process. When I have her moaning, I back away, watching her crave more, need more, and knowing there is nothing she can do about it. She reaches behind her, attempting to free herself and I grin. Unless she knows exactly what she is doing, she’ll only make it worse.
    She is right where I want her. At my mercy.
    “Please,” she utters, her voice hoarse and cracking.
    God, I love it when they beg .
    I roll the condom on, feeling Holland’s hot gaze burn into my skin the entire time. As soon as it’s in place, I tug her legs, sliding her forward just enough so I can push inside of her. The knot is surely tugging harshly on her hair, but she doesn’t protest. She whimpers, then moans, and finally makes a sound like a kitten purring. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. And the look on her face—a combination of discomfort, lust, and satisfaction—as I drive into her fast and hard, will be forever etched into my brain.
    I roll my hips and push in closer. Draw her nipple into my mouth and bite down lightly as my thumb circles her clit gently, offsetting the way I pound into her and her hair pulls. Pleasure and pain. Two opposing ends of the spectrum that go together fluently.
    Holland grabs my head, yanking me hard by my hair. I guess this is an eye for an eye. And I can’t say I don’t enjoy it. She doesn’t stop, dragging me up until my gaze is even with hers. She leans in further, the edge of her scalp whitening with the effort. I meet her the rest of the way before she rips her lovely locks out. I give her what she wants, my mouth on hers, kissing her like I’m fucking her. Hard and deep and ferocious. Her teeth clamp down on my tongue, biting me as she comes. I don’t even try to hold on. I relinquish all the power, letting her take me over the edge with her.

 
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    Holland
     
    I slump back against the headboard, fighting for breath. Jensen’s weight is on me comfortably, and I feel like I could fall asleep just like this, naked, tied to his bed by my hair. And to think, Darren wanted me to cut it. I’m glad I never got around to it. He always complained about finding it on his clothes or clogging the drain, and he thought it got in the way during sex. He never would have thought to use it the way Jensen did.
    That was the sweetest torture. Like punishment and reward. I’m sore all over, especially my head, and my breasts,