Because of Us (My Best Friends Brother)

TWENTY-ONE | Good Girl.

POV | Belle

Landon's absence only made my body ache with need. Thighs spread and hands planted firmly on the desk, I rolled my hips. Craving any sort of pressure or friction to give me some sort of release. Temptation swarmed to close my legs, rub them together until nothing but a puddle remained. But Landon’s command echoed around me. The thought of waiting for him, showing him how well I could listen, that, was more tempting.

The silence was deafening. Creaks from the hall outside the door kept my attention as I waited patiently. Heat rushed my body as the anticipation inside me came to its end, Landon finally returning. The shirt he wore earlier was gone, leaving him in nothing but his suit pants and belt. My eyes trailed over his bare skin, taking in each muscle as he sauntered closer before looking back up to his eyes. The approval in them makes me throb.

‘Good Girl Belle’ was all I thought as he made his way back to his rightful place between my thighs. So consumed by his presence I didn’t notice the objects That he carried in his hands, not until they sat on the desk beside me. I went to look but Landon was quicker. His hand found my chin, keeping my face in his direction with a firm grip.

“Patience Princess” he whispered. His hand slipped from face to join the other that was already at my wrist. I watched his eyes, them focusing on my own as what I could only imagine was rope circling my wrist. Once it was bound Landon pressed a hand to my throat, his lips grazing mine before pushing me down until I lay flat against the wood. I gasped arching my back as he held me in place.

I watched as he circled the desk, coming to my rope bound wrist before pulling it over the edge and securing it to a drawer. My body pulsed, n*****s hardening at the realisation I was about to be tied down. Landon tested the restraint before looking at me, as if asking if I was okay. I smiled, draping my free hand over the edge of the desk near the opposite drawer. The lust in his eyes made my cheeks flush with heat. I was turning him on just from being obedient, and in turn, I was dripping wet between my thighs.

With my hands bound Landon circled back around the desk, with spare rope in his hands he made quick work of securing my feet. Spreading them wider towards the edge of the wood where he threaded tops through the decorative metal hoops that hung from each side. The curiosity I had of why they were there was now gone as he secured the ropes through each loop. Hands and feet bound, completely spread open on display for him.

Though my chest was still covered by the loose T-shirt I wore, Landon’s gaze made me feel as if I were completely bare. Like he was undressing and touching me with his eyes. And with the smile that tugged at his lips as he caught sight of my core, he knew just how affected I was.

He runs his hands down over my thighs, admiring my soaked centre before dipping his thumb under the fabric that covered it. “Did someone soak their panties while they waited for me?” He dipped into my core “So fúcking wet for me princess” he praised, pushing his thumb down, rubbing circles inside me straight to my ass.

I bucked my hips, pulling against my restraints wanting to trap his hand there. He smirked, pulling away his hand only to rip the fabric in half. I gasped, my body tugging forward from the force of his pull. My arms stretch against their bounded positions. The wiggle room I had before was gone leaving me well and truly stuck.

I watched as he turned away, his left hand pinning my hip to the desk while the other reached for one of the items he had brought back to the room. I tried to crane my neck down to see what he had lined up to my core. The smooth texture trailed along my lips, no doubt coating the object before it sunk into me. I tensed, feeling myself stretch around it.

“Fúck this looks so good sliding into you” Landon groaned, watching as I took the item as deep as it would allow before slowly sliding it out. I moaned as Landon began fúcking me torturously slow.

“It looks even better coming out of you dripping wet” he picked up his speed. The object slapping against my core with each thrust, no doubt wetting his hand. I rocked against the table, taking every thrust, deeper and deeper. Panting as the familiar or warmth built inside me, but it wasn’t enough.

Reading my body like a book he lent forward, twisting the object inside me. “You’re taking it so good baby, want more?”

“Y-yes” I whimpered, finding Landon’s eyes.

He pulled it out, watching my face twist with need “Yes what?”

I panted. “P-please… yes please”

“Good girl” he whispered, thrusting it back in. This time it pulsed inside me, deep heavy tones of vibration hitting my walls. I screamed clenching around it, imagining it was Landon inside me, imagining it was his cóck I was milking dry. I moaned, grinding against the toy, desperately clenching when the vibrations were at their strongest. My stomach tensed each time only for a cry to follow as the vibrations pattern restarted.

He was teasing me. And he was enjoying it. Throwing my head back I begged through soft cries. Vibrations continued to pulse inside me, the toy hitting every angle as he thrust and twisted it into me again and again. Suddenly Landon’s mouth dropped to my clït, one slow lick before sucking it between his lips. I fell apart. His tongue sucked and flicked the sensitive nub while the toy pulsed in tune with him.

Tensing I tried to pull away, feeling my cùm drip down to my ass, pooling beneath me on the desk. Landon growled, releasing my clit and licking his lips. But whimpers still escaped me as the toy continued to vibrate inside me. Standing tall Landon watched me writhe under the toys torturous waves. His chin glistened with my cùm.

Wiping his face with the back of his hand he smiled before licking it clean. I clenched around the toy again. This caught his attention as he reached down, using a single finger to push it back into me to the hilt. “This is to stay inside you, understood?”

All I could manage was a moan and nod. My mind was blank, nothing but lust clouding each and every thought. Adjusting himself between my legs, Landon again ran his hand up my thighs. Tracing around my slick centre, rounding my hips and waist, taking the T-shirt with him as he pushed it up over my chest. Rounding his palms under my chest, he groaned. His fingers sliding over each mound, finding and pinching my n*****s. I pressed into his touch while rolling my hips against the vibrations at my core. Something in me was building again.

“Does that feel good baby?” He whispered, pinching and rolling my n*****s between his fingers while he palmed my breasts. I muttered a yes, desperately rocking again the sensations that tortured my skin.

“Be a good girl and stay still for me” Landon suddenly ordered. One hand freeing my chest, making the air around it seem bitterly cold before something cold traced the puckered nub. I gasped feeling the cold metal clamp down around my nìpple. The bite pulled me from my haze making me snap my eyes towards my chest. The metal clover clamp secured to my aching bud, a chain dangling from its end connecting it to the second clamp that Landon was lining up to my other breast. I watched on as he secured it around my nìpple, the pleasure and pain sinking into my core as he let it press into my flesh.

Tracing a single hooked finger along the chain, he tugged at the clamps. I groaned from the painful sensation. But I couldn’t deny the pleasure the pain had given me, feeling my drip around the toy. Satisfied Landon pulled away, the sound of his belt being unbuckled followed by the zip of his pants hit my ears. The metal hit the floor, followed by the shuffle of his feet. My mouth watered, feeling his hard length trace through the arousal that coated my inner thighs.

“So wet baby” he groaned, tracing the tip of his length around my core. Grazing over my swollen clìt before dipping around my stuffed hole and to my ass. I clenched feeling him at my puckered hole. One he had only ever played with before. Reality set in as to what he was planning on doing. Part of me feared what was to come next, the other was begging to feel him inside the one place I hadn’t yet. Give myself completely to him, let me own me in every way. The idea started to warm something inside me as I rubbed myself back against his dìck.

“Do you trust me Belle?” Something danced deep in the darkness in his eyes. Something that I felt myself craving. His tip trailed higher, coating itself in the cùm that continued to drip from my core before finding my ass again. I breathed out, feeling his c**k push against my hole. It stretched ever so slightly around his length before he retreated. Only to treat the action again.

Nodding I breathed “Yes… always” something in him shifted. Almost as if he relaxed into a part of himself I wasn’t aware he had. His body came closer, tucking himself tightly against my ass. No room to struggle, I accepted the pressure that began to fill me. My eyes pulled tight feeling him slip inside me. Pain quickly hit from the pressure of both him in my ass and the vibrator that only tightened some more.

Tears pricked at my eyes, curses escaping under my breath “Fúck, fúck, s**t…” I couldn’t help but tense as if my body was trying to stop the intrusion. Landon immediately began pulling out of my hole, stopping just before I was completely empty. His hands slowly skirted up my thighs, one dipping to my core where the toy continued its assault while the other found my clìt. I bucked my hips, feeling the toy thrust into me while Landon rubbed my soaked nub in circles. The action pushed him back into my ass. I groaned at the feeling of being full while pleasure began mixing with the pain.

“That’s it baby, you’re doing such a good job” I moaned, bucking my hips again, taking him even deeper. The ring of pain in my ass began to subside, turning into a pleasing burn. It mixes with the sting from my n*****s, the buzzing in my core and Landon’s fingers working my sensitive nub. I began to relax into his touch, to submit to the sensations, to him. Arching my back I tugged at my restraints, accepting him the rest of the way inside me. He groaned in response, twisting the toy as he pulled out and thrusted back in.

I was full. Every inch of my body throbbing. From the rope biting my wrists and ankles, to the metal that bit my n*****s, to my core and my ass that stretched and vibrated in sync with one another. All of me was deliciously humming in pleasure and pain. And Landon was the master to it all. Bending my body to his will, making me scream and cry with each touch. I fell completely under his control. Needy and willing for him and only him as he made me reach another high.

He thrust the toy inside me and he pulled out before thrusting back in. Him filling my ass to the hilt while he emptied my core. Again and again as I screamed he fúcked each hole with precision and intention. He knew exactly what he was doing as he pinched my clìt, rolling it like he would my n*****s until I came again. Maybe it was the organs from last, at this point I didn’t know. The organism crashed through me like waves, rolling into one another as he refused to stop. With my body spent I slumped against the desk, clenching and squirming as Landon continued to fúck me senseless. His grunts and groans each time he entered me letting me know he was getting close.

Bound and exposed, I couldn’t do anything but take it. “Tell me your mine…” Landon groaned, his hands finding my hips. Pulling me further over the edge Landon held me firmly against him, grinding himself as deep as possible. I whimpered feeling my wrists burn. Landon continued to push himself into my ass, the vibrator pressing in deeper as my clìt met his skin. “Tell me baby”

“I’m yours…” I breathed out air I didn’t realise I was holding. Tears again escaped me as I submitted to his demand. Admitting both to him and myself who I belonged to. His hands tightened on my hips, him throbbing inside my ass while the vibrations hit their strong pulse again.

Fúcking me slowly he lent forward, whispering against my chest “Again…”

“I’m yours Landon, I’ll always be yours” I bit my lips ignoring the sting as he gripped the metal chain between his teeth, tugging ever so slightly against my clamped n*****s. Admiration, Lust, ownership, his face said everything as he whispered those words again. Solidifying a desire that was hidden deep inside us both.

“Good Girl. Good fúcking girl” He pulled himself out before slamming back in. Ripping the clamps from n*****s with his teeth. I screamed in agony and pleasure as he came in my ass. His còck pushed inside me as he filled my forbidden hole. Claiming the last part of me that I had to give.

Dropping the metal from his mouth, Landon reached for my face. His thumbs tracing my cheeks, my lips. Every inch of my skin he could admire, he did. Despite my sweaty flushed cheeks and swollen lips from the amount of times I had dragged them between my teeth, I felt beautiful. Completely and utterly adored under his eyes. The moment his mouth touched mine I melted all over again. Happily letting him take my breath as I lay tied beneath his large frame.

Landon had held back all this time I now realised. He had hid this desire, one that crept beneath the surface for so many years. I may not know the extent of his pain yet, but I knew by submitting to him like this that some part of him was healing. That was enough for me.