Chapter 10: Tied and Taken
The scent of their coupling still hung heavy in the cool air of the guest room, mingling with the faint ozone smell of the city drifting through the cracked window. Vanja lay sprawled across the pristine white duvet of Joshua’s massive bed, utterly spent, every muscle a liquid thread of satisfaction. Joshua’s weight pressed her deliciously into the mattress, his forehead resting against her damp temple, his breathing slowly easing from ragged gasps. His cock, still semi-hard, remained buried deep inside her, a thick, warm presence that made her inner muscles flutter weakly in aftershock. She felt his lips brush her skin, a soft, almost reverent contrast to the ferocity of minutes before.
"You okay?" His voice was a low rumble against her ear, rough with exertion but threaded with a concern that hadn’t been there weeks ago.
A slow, languid smile spread across Vanja’s face. "Mmm. More than." She shifted slightly, wincing at the pleasant ache between her legs, the slight burn where the door had pressed into her back. "Though I might need a chiropractor after that wall."
He chuckled, the vibration travelling pleasantly through her body. He lifted his head, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her. Moonlight caught the angles of his face, softening the usual sharp intensity, highlighting the lingering awe in his eyes. He traced the curve of her cheekbone with a fingertip. "Worth it?"
She met his gaze, the depth of feeling in his dark eyes still sending a fresh wave of butterflies cascading through her stomach. "Always." She reached up, her fingers tangling in the sweat-damp hair at his nape. "Joshua... what you said..."
He stilled, his expression turning serious, almost wary. "Yeah." He dropped his forehead back to hers, a silent intimacy. "Meant it, Vanja." He pulled back slightly again, his gaze searching hers. "Freaks you out?"
She shook her head, a lump forming in her throat. "No. Just... wasn't expecting it mid-thrust against a door." A shaky laugh escaped her. "It was... perfect."
Relief washed over his features, followed by a slow, smug grin. "Good. Because I plan on saying it again. Often." He dipped his head, capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss that tasted of salt and intimacy and promises. His hand slid down her side, coming to rest possessively on her hip. "Now," he murmured against her mouth, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin just below her navel. "About that study..."
Vanja groaned playfully, pushing at his shoulder. "Seriously? After that? I need a shower. And possibly a week of sleep."
He rolled off her with surprising grace, pulling out slowly, making her gasp at the sensitivity. "Shower, then. But sleep?" He stood, gloriously naked in the moonlight, all lean muscle and coiled power. He offered her his hand. "We’ve got christening to finish. Starting with the shower." His grin turned predatory. "I haven't forgotten how you look covered in soap."
The large, tiled walk-in shower was a world of steam and slick skin. Hot water sluiced over Vanja, easing the delicious aches as Joshua’s soap-slicked hands moved over her curves with deliberate slowness. He washed her hair, massaging her scalp, his touch almost worshipful. She returned the favor, tracing the hard planes of his chest, the powerful muscles of his back, the curve of his ass. It was intimate, tender, a counterpoint to the raw passion earlier. But the heat simmered just beneath the surface. His cock, hard again, pressed insistently against her belly. Her nipples tightened under the stream of water, pebbled and sensitive against his chest as he pulled her close. He kissed her deeply under the spray, water cascading over their faces, his hands sliding down to grip her ass, lifting her slightly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling him nudge at her entrance.
"Need you again," he growled, the words vibrating against her wet skin. "Now."
He pinned her against the cool tile, the contrast of hot water and cold stone making her gasp. He guided himself into her with one smooth, deep thrust that stole her breath. He moved slowly at first, a luxurious glide in and out, the water making every slide effortless, obscenely slick. His hands moved over her body, sliding over soap-slick skin, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, drifting down her belly. She cried out as his fingers found her clit, rubbing firm, wet circles. The angle, the water, his relentless fingers – the pleasure built fast and fierce, coiling tight in her belly. Her moans echoed off the tiles, lost in the drumming water. He fucked her with deep, steady strokes, his gaze locked on her face, watching her unravel. "That's it," he urged, his voice rough over the shower's roar. "Come on my cock, Vanja. Let me feel you." His command, the friction, the fullness – she shattered, her climax hitting like a wave, her inner walls clamping down hard on his invading thickness as she screamed his name. He followed her over the edge with a guttural groan, grinding deep as he emptied himself inside her again, his body shuddering against hers under the relentless spray.
Later, wrapped in thick, soft towels, they stood facing the floor-to-ceiling window in his bedroom. Munich glittered below, a sprawling tapestry of light. Vanja leaned back against Joshua's bare chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. The towel slipped slightly, revealing the faint red marks his teeth had left on her shoulder.
"Look at that," he murmured, his chin resting on the top of her head. "Your city now too."
A warm feeling spread through her chest. "Our view," she corrected softly. She twisted in his arms to face him. "So, about this study... where exactly were you thinking?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief, but beneath it, a flicker of vulnerability. Moving in felt monumental.
He grinned, understanding the question beneath the question. "The room across the hall. Big window, quiet. I'll have a proper desk built. Bookshelves." His hand slid up her spine beneath the towel, fingers tracing her vertebrae. "Soundproofing," he added, his voice dropping to a suggestive rumble. "Wouldn’t want your thesis disturbed by... extracurricular activities."
She laughed, shivering at his touch. "Priorities, Captain." She reached up, tracing the line of his jaw. "Thank you."
He caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. "Don't thank me yet," he said, his eyes darkening. His grip tightened slightly on her wrist. "We haven't properly christened the bed."
Before she could react, he spun her around, backing her towards the expanse of white linen. Her towel pooled at her feet. His followed. He pushed her gently, and she fell back onto the cool sheets, her dark blonde hair fanning out. He followed her down, his body covering hers, his arousal already hard and insistent against her thigh. He captured her wrists in one strong hand, pinning them above her head. The other hand traced a slow, possessive path down her body – over her collarbone, circling a nipple, down her flat belly. He stopped just above the dark blonde curls at the apex of her thighs.
"Joshua," she breathed, anticipation coiling tight. The dominance in his grip, the focused intensity in his eyes, sent a fresh surge of heat straight to her core.
"Shhh," he murmured, lowering his head to nip at the sensitive skin below her ear. "Just feel." His free hand continued its exploration, fingers sliding through her slickness, finding her already swollen and wet again. He circled her clit, slow and deliberate, watching her face as she arched into his touch. "So fucking responsive," he breathed. "Always so ready for me." He slid one finger inside her, then two, curling them, finding that spot that made her gasp and twist against his restraining hand. "You like that? Like being stretched? Filled?"
"Yes," she gasped, her hips lifting off the bed. "Please..."
"Not yet." He withdrew his fingers, leaving her clenching on emptiness. He reached beside him, fumbling on the nightstand. She heard the soft clink of metal – his belt. Then, the familiar rasp of silk being pulled. His Bayern Munich tie. Deep red. He brought it to her lips. "Open."
Her heart hammered against her ribs. She met his gaze, saw the dark fire there, the absolute command. Part of her thrilled at the surrender he demanded. She opened her mouth. He folded the silk tie, the cool, smooth fabric pressing against her tongue. He tied it securely but not painfully behind her head, gagging her. The taste of fine silk filled her mouth, the restriction both terrifying and intensely arousing. A muffled moan escaped her.
"Better," he said, his voice low and rough. He released her wrists. She instinctively tried to lower them, but he caught them again, his gaze locking onto hers. "Keep them there." He didn't tie them yet, just held her stare, demanding her obedience. "Or I stop. Understand?"
She whimpered around the gag but forced her arms to stay stretched above her head, her fingers curling into the sheets. The vulnerability was excruciating. Exhilarating.
"Good girl," he purred, his approval sending a fresh jolt of arousal through her. He picked up the tie he’d discarded earlier. With deliberate, almost leisurely movements, he wrapped the deep red silk around her right wrist, then looped it securely around the sturdy wrought-iron bedpost. He tied it tight, the knot biting slightly into her skin, anchoring her. He repeated the process with her left wrist, spreading her arms wide, leaving her completely exposed and bound to his bed.
He sat back on his heels between her spread legs, his gaze raking over her naked, vulnerable form. Her breath came in ragged bursts through her nose, her chest heaving. Her skin felt hypersensitive, every brush of air a caress. He traced the curve of her breast, the dip of her navel, the trembling muscle of her inner thigh. He leaned down, his breath hot on her mound, and inhaled deeply. "Fuck, you smell incredible," he groaned. "All mine." He licked a slow, deliberate stripe up her slit, from her entrance to her clit. She jerked against the restraints, a choked cry muffled by the gag. He did it again, slower, swirling his tongue around the swollen bud. He worshipped her with his mouth, licking, sucking, teasing, his fingers joining in, stretching her, preparing her while she writhed silently, helplessly bound. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter, a white-hot wire pulled to its breaking point. She was trembling, desperate, her muffled whimpers pleading.
He lifted his head, his lips glistening. His eyes, black with lust, locked onto hers. He positioned himself between her thighs, the thick head of his cock pressing against her slick entrance. He gripped the base, rubbing himself through her wetness, coating himself in her arousal. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice thick and guttural.
She forced her eyes open, meeting his burning gaze.
"Beg for it," he demanded, the words a low growl that vibrated through her. "Beg me to fuck you."
She whimpered desperately behind the gag, trying to form words, shaking her head frantically, the silk pulling tight.
"Use your words, Vanja," he said, the corner of his mouth lifting in a cruel, beautiful smirk. "I want to hear you beg." He pressed the head just inside her, stretching her entrance slightly, a fraction of an inch, then stopped. The tease was agony.
She strained against the ties, her muffled cries becoming frantic. She forced sound past the gag, a desperate, choked whine. "Pphh... J-sshh... plsss...!"
He leaned closer, his cock still just barely breaching her. "Louder. Beg properly. Like the desperate little slut you are."
Tears of frustration and unbearable need pricked her eyes. She sucked in a ragged breath through her nose, gathering every ounce of will. "Fffuck mmm! Ppplease! Ppplease, J-Joshua... fffuck mme!" The words were mangled, distorted by the silk, but the desperate plea was unmistakable.
His eyes flared with primal triumph. "Good girl." He surged forward.
He slammed into her in one brutal, powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her slick, clenching heat. The force lifted her hips off the bed, a silent scream tearing from her gagged mouth. Her back arched impossibly, her body convulsing around the sudden, overwhelming invasion. The stretch was exquisite, the fullness absolute. He held himself there, buried deep, grinding his pelvis against her clit, the rough friction sending sparks of pure ecstasy through her already overstimulated nerves.
"Fuck yes," he groaned, his head thrown back, cords standing out in his neck. "Take it. Take all of me." He began to move, pulling almost all the way out in a slow, deliberate torture, then slamming back in with piston-like force. Every thrust jarred her body, her bound wrists jerking against the silk ties, the bedframe creaking with the power of his movements. The wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin filled the room, punctuated by his guttural grunts and her muffled, high-pitched cries.
He fucked her with relentless, punishing intensity, each deep plunge aimed to conquer, to claim. He watched her face, mesmerized by the play of agony and ecstasy – the tears leaking from the corners of her squeezed-shut eyes, the flush spreading down her chest, the desperate way her body strained against the bonds, seeking more, deeper, harder. "Look at you," he rasped, his voice raw. "Bound. Gagged. Taking my cock like a perfect fucking whore." He leaned down, his mouth finding her nipple, sucking hard, biting the peak. She screamed into the gag, her body bowing off the bed. "You love this," he growled against her skin. "Love being used. Love being mine." He pounded into her, the pace becoming frenzied, desperate. "Gonna come, Vanja? Gonna come all over my cock while I fuck you like this?"
She nodded frantically, tears streaming freely now, her vision blurring. She was balanced on the knife-edge, the relentless assault on her clit and her G-spot pushing her beyond reason. She could feel it building, unstoppable, a tsunami of sensation.
"Come!" he roared, slamming into her one final time, burying himself to the root, grinding hard. "Come now!"
His command, the overwhelming fullness, the grinding pressure on her clit – it detonated her. Her orgasm tore through her like a lightning strike, a silent, seismic convulsion that locked every muscle in her body. She arched off the bed, held only by his grip on her hips and the silk biting into her wrists, her scream utterly silenced by the gag. Her cunt clenched around his cock in powerful, rhythmic spasms, milking him, dragging his own release from him. He shouted her name, a raw, shattered sound, as he emptied himself deep inside her in hot, pulsing jets, his body shuddering violently against hers.
He collapsed onto her, his weight crushing her into the mattress, his face buried in the crook of her neck. Their harsh, ragged breaths were the only sound in the sudden stillness, mingling with the frantic pounding of their hearts. She was boneless, utterly spent, trembling with the aftershocks, the silk gag damp with tears and saliva. He shifted slightly, his softening cock slipping out of her, a warm trickle following. He lifted his head, his eyes heavy-lidded, dazed with satisfaction and something deeper. He reached up with trembling fingers and gently, carefully, untied the silk gag from behind her head, pulling the sodden fabric from her mouth. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her swollen lips.
"Okay?" he mumbled, his voice rough but tender. He began working at the knots binding her wrists, his touch surprisingly gentle.
Vanja flexed her freed hands, the blood rushing back with a tingling sensation. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close, burying her face in his neck. She was beyond words, overwhelmed by the physical intensity and the terrifying, beautiful vulnerability of it all. She simply held on.
He rolled onto his side, taking her with him, cradling her against his chest. One hand stroked her hair, the other rested possessively on the curve of her hip. The red silk ties lay discarded on the rumpled white sheets like battle standards. The city lights painted shifting patterns on the ceiling. She felt safe. Owned. Understood. His breathing deepened, evening out towards sleep. Just before
The deep, even rhythm of Joshua’s breaths against her hair lulled Vanja towards the edge of sleep, her body a warm, sated weight against his. The city’s glow painted faint stripes across the ceiling, the only sound their slowing heartbeats and the distant hum of Munich. He shifted slightly in his sleep, his arm tightening possessively around her waist, pulling her naked back flush against his chest.
He murmured something indistinct, a rough sound vibrating through her skin. His hardening cock pressed insistently against the curve of her ass, a thick, insistent heat even in half-sleep. Vanja arched subtly, pressing back, a silent invitation. Joshua’s hand slid down her belly, fingers tangling in the damp curls below, finding her already slick again.
"Can't get enough, can you?" he rasped, his voice thick with sleep and arousal, his fingers delving deep, testing her readiness.
"Your fault," she breathed, grinding back onto his erection. "You broke me open."
He growled, rolling her onto her back in one fluid motion. Before she could gasp, he was above her, knees pinning her thighs apart, his gaze dark and hungry in the low light. His cock, fully hard and glistening with her wetness, nudged insistently against her entrance. "Open wider," he commanded, his voice low and rough, gripping her hips. "Take it all."
He thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. She cried out, arching off the mattress as he filled her completely, the delicious stretch reigniting the deep ache. He didn’t pause, setting an immediate, punishing rhythm, driving into her with piston-like force, the slap of flesh against flesh echoing sharply in the quiet room. The solid oak bedframe groaned beneath them with each powerful impact.
"Yeah, fuck," Joshua gritted out, his eyes locked on where their bodies joined, watching his thick cock disappear into her slick cunt. "So fucking greedy for it." He leaned down, capturing her nipple in his hot mouth, sucking hard, biting the peak. She screamed, her hands flying to grip his shoulders, nails biting into his skin. The bed groaned louder, a deep, protesting creak.
"Joshua... the bed..." she gasped between thrusts, a flicker of awareness piercing the fog of pleasure.
"Fuck the bed," he snarled, lifting his head, his hips snapping forward with brutal force. "Focus on this cock wrecking your pussy." He grabbed her wrists, pinning them beside her head, his weight driving her deeper into the yielding mattress. He fucked her harder, faster, the rhythm becoming savage. The wooden frame shuddered violently. A sharp crack sounded. Then another.
Vanja’s eyes flew wide. "Joshua, stop—!"
Too late. With a deafening, splintering groan, the center support beneath the mattress gave way. The world tilted violently. They plummeted, tangled together, landing in a chaotic heap of limbs, tangled sheets, and splintered wood inside the hollow bed frame. Dust motes danced in the moonlight.
Silence. Shock. Then pain flared in Vanja’s elbow where it had slammed against a broken slat. "Scheiße!" she gasped.
Joshua pushed himself up on his elbows, blinking, covered in dust, naked and absurdly magnificent amidst the wreckage. His cock, miraculously still hard, jutted obscenely between them. He looked down at the shattered frame, then at Vanja sprawled beneath him, her green eyes wide with disbelief and residual arousal. A slow, incredulous grin spread across his face.
"Well," he said, his voice rough but laced with dark amusement. He shifted his hips, the thick head of his cock brushing deliberately against her still-throbbing clit. She gasped. "Guess we proved my point about needing soundproofing." He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "But I wasn't finished fucking you."
Before she could react, he hooked his hands under her knees, forcing them wide open again, pressing her thighs back towards her shoulders, exposing her completely to the cool air and his hungry gaze. He positioned himself over her, his cockhead finding her soaked entrance amidst the debris. The broken wood pressed uncomfortably into her back, but the look in his eyes banished the discomfort.
"Hold on," he commanded, his voice thick with renewed lust, staring down at her wrecked sex. He plunged back into her wet heat with a guttural groan, the force driving her deeper into the ruins of the mattress. The sharp edges of broken wood dug into her skin, but the relentless drag of his cock inside her, hitting impossibly deep in this awkward angle, obliterated the pain. He fucked her amidst the splintered wreckage of his expensive bed, a conqueror claiming his spoils.
"Yes! Oh fuck, Joshua!" she cried out, her hands scrambling against broken slats for purchase as he pistoned into her.
"Look at this," he growled, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder, grinding his pelvis against her clit with brutal precision. "Your perfect cunt, milking my cock... surrounded by the fucking mess we made." He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her chest. "You broke my bed, Vanja," he accused, his voice raw. "With how fucking tight you are. How good you take me."
She could only moan, her body coiling impossibly tight again, the mixed sensations of pain from the wood, the dominant fury in his eyes, and the relentless stimulation pushing her towards another shattering peak. "Please... Joshua... I'm close..."
"Come," he ordered, slamming into her. "Come all over this fucking wreckage. Show me." His thumb found her clit, rubbing hard, fast circles. "Now!"
Her climax ripped through her, violent and consuming, her back arching off the broken slats as she screamed his name, her inner muscles clamping down on his invading thickness like a vise. He roared, burying himself to the root, grinding hard as he emptied himself deep inside her in hot, pulsing jets, his body shuddering against hers amidst the ruins.
Collapsed together in the wreckage, covered in sweat, dust, and each other, they gasped for breath. Splintered wood poked Vanja’s shoulder. Joshua winced as he shifted, a jagged edge scraping his thigh. He looked around at the utter destruction – the snapped wooden slats, the ripped fabric liner beneath the mattress, the tilted, broken frame.
A low chuckle started deep in his chest, turning into full-bodied laughter that shook them both. He pulled her close, careful of the debris, pressing a dusty kiss to her temple. "Fuck, Vanja," he breathed, still laughing. "Did we just break the fucking bed?"
She stared at the chaos, then up at his laughing face, the absurdity washing over her. A giggle escaped her, then another, until she was shaking with exhausted laughter against him. "Thoroughly," she managed, wiping dust from her cheek. "I think... I think you owe me a new one. One that can handle you."
He nuzzled her neck, his hand drifting possessively down her spine. "Our bed," he corrected, his voice softening. "And yeah." He kissed her deeply, tasting dust and sweat and her. "Guess we’re mattress shopping tomorrow." He shifted again, his expression turning thoughtful, then mischievous. "Though... the floor’s still solid. Give me five minutes."