Sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of Lila's lavish bedroom, casting a soft golden glow across the black silk sheets. I stirred, my body heavy with the remnants of last night's intensity, and turned to find Lila sleeping beside me. She was breathtaking, even in sleep—her dark hair fanned across the pillow, lips slightly parted, her face softened in a way that made her look almost innocent. Almost. My gaze drifted lower, and my breath caught. Her big, full breasts rose and fell with each slow breath, the creamy curves begging to be touched. Her body was a masterpiece—curvy hips flaring, waist dipping, thighs thick and inviting. I'd spent my life believing I was immune to desire, but Lila had shattered that illusion. Now, staring at her, lust surged like a tidal wave, drowning every rational thought.
Her breasts were perfect, heavy and round, the kind that filled my hands and spilled over. I imagined sucking them until she screamed, squeezing until she arched into me, her nipples hardening under my tongue. Her curves were a siren's call—every inch of her soft, smooth skin screamed to be claimed, to be marked. My cock twitched, already hard, straining with a need so intense it bordered on pain. She'd awakened a beast in me, and it was ravenous, insatiable, obsessed with every part of her. I wanted to bury myself in her, to lose myself in the heat of her body, to make her mine in every way possible.
I couldn't hold back. Leaning over, I pressed my lips to her breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth. The taste of her skin—warm, slightly salty—sent a jolt straight to my groin. I squeezed her other breast, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger until it pebbled. She stirred, a soft moan escaping her lips as her eyes fluttered open.
"Hey, it's just morning," she mumbled, voice thick with sleep. "Let me sleep, I couldn't sle—"
I cut her off, my mouth crashing onto hers in a deep, wet French kiss. My tongue invaded, claiming her, silencing her protests as I pressed myself closer, my erection grinding against her thigh. She gasped into my mouth, her body responding even as she tried to pull away. I didn't let her. My kisses were relentless, hungry, my teeth nipping her lower lip as I deepened the assault, tasting every inch of her.
Pulling back, I trailed my lips down her neck, licking the hollow of her throat, savoring the pulse that raced beneath her skin. I moved lower, my tongue tracing the curve of her collarbone, then down to her breasts again, lapping at the sensitive undersides. Her moans grew louder as I licked across her stomach, dipping into her navel, then along the flare of her hips. Every inch of her was a canvas for my desire, and I worshipped it with my mouth, my hands squeezing her thighs, spreading them wide.
"Elias…" she whimpered, her voice a mix of protest and need.
I ignored her, positioning myself between her legs. Her wrists were still tied to the bedposts with her own leggings, her body stretched and vulnerable, just how I wanted her. The sight of her bound, her curves on display, fueled the BDSM urges I hadn't known I possessed. I freed my cock, hard and throbbing, and thrust into her without warning, burying myself deep in her tight, wet heat. She cried out, her back arching, her breasts bouncing with the force of my entry.
"Fuck, Lila," I growled, my hands gripping her hips as I set a brutal pace. Each thrust was deep, punishing, my cock filling her completely, hitting that spot that made her scream. Her breasts jiggled with every slam, a hypnotic rhythm that drove me wild. I leaned down, sucking one nipple hard, biting just enough to make her gasp, my other hand squeezing her breast until she moaned, loud and desperate.
Her walls clenched around me, her first orgasm hitting fast, her eyes rolling back as she shuddered beneath me. "Elias… oh God," she moaned, her voice breaking. I didn't slow, flipping her onto her stomach, her bound wrists pulling tight against the bedposts. I slapped her ass, the sharp crack echoing as her skin reddened, and thrust into her again, deeper this time, my hips slamming into her with unrelenting force. Her moans turned to sobs of pleasure, her body trembling as I drove her to a second climax, her juices coating my cock.
I untied her briefly, only to reposition her on her side, one leg hooked over my shoulder to open her wider. The new angle let me go deeper, my thrusts long and brutal, each one shaking her body. Her breasts bounced wildly, and I grabbed them, squeezing hard, pinching her nipples until she screamed. "Cum again," I demanded, my voice rough with need, and she did, her third orgasm tearing through her, her eyes rolling back as she gasped my name.
Four rounds, five—I lost count as I took her in every way I could imagine. Missionary, her legs spread wide, her wrists straining against the bindings. Doggy, my hands gripping her hips as I pounded into her from behind. On her knees, her ass in the air, my fingers digging into her flesh as I fucked her with a ferocity that scared even me. Each time she came, her moans grew weaker, her body shaking, but I was relentless. The BDSM power surged—her submission, her helplessness, it fed my hunger. I slapped her thigh, her ass, each sting making her clench tighter around me, pushing her to another edge.
"Elias, please… stop," she begged after the fifth round, her voice hoarse, her body barely able to move. Her eyes were glassy, her lips swollen from my kisses. But her pleas only fueled me. I increased the brutality, flipping her onto her back again, tying her wrists tighter to the bedposts. I thrust into her with savage force, my cock driving deep, my hands squeezing her breasts, her thighs, her throat—just enough to feel her pulse race. She came again, and again, her screams fading to whimpers, her ninth orgasm leaving her barely conscious, her body limp and slick with sweat.
Finally, I spilled inside her, my own release crashing through me with a roar, my vision blurring as I collapsed onto her. Our bodies were a tangle of sweat and heat, her breasts pressed against my chest, her breath ragged against my neck. I stayed there, lying on her, feeling the rise and fall of her chest, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through us.
After a while, I rolled off, my body heavy but sated. "I'm going to make us breakfast," I said, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. "Wait for me, darling."
Lila's eyes fluttered open, her voice weak. "Elias, I need to go to the washroom. Can you please untie me?"
I smiled, leaning over to untie the leggings from her wrists. Her skin was marked from the bindings, and the sight sent a fresh wave of possessive heat through me. "Sure."
As she sat up, rubbing her wrists, she whispered, "What if I get away while you're making breakfast?"
I grabbed her neck gently, pulling her close, and claimed her mouth in a deep, wet French kiss. My tongue tangled with hers, tasting her exhaustion, her surrender. I pulled back, my lips brushing her ear as I whispered, "You can't get away from me, honey. You're mine."