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Saint twists his fingers into my hair and yanks my head up. “While I love nothing more than your smart mouth,” he murmurs, “this time, I need to keep you quiet.”
“Don’t you dare?—”
He snaps my chin shut before slapping the tape over my mouth.
With my hands bound and my mouth covered, he lets my head fall back to the floor.
“How would you like me to fuck you, muse?” he purrs. “Like this?” To demonstrate, he flips me on my stomach and grindshis erection against my ass, nothing between us but my flimsy skirt and his jeans. I try to wriggle away, the expletives muffled by the tape across my mouth. “Or on your back so you can see my mask while I’m pounding that sweet pussy?” His words make my toes curl. “Or maybe I’ll make you straddle me and bounce on my cock. Make you take every inch with your hands tied, completely at my mercy. Tell me, muse. Which do you fantasize about more? One, two, or three?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, knowing I’m not getting out of this situation, so I might as well take what I want.
Slowly, I uncurl a finger from my fist.
“Mmm,” he groans. “One it is.”
He rips off more duct tape, binding my ankles together.
Once I’m fully restrained beneath him, he yanks me up by the hips until I’m bracing myself on my bound hands and knees. He hikes up my skirt, bearing my ass and pussy to him.
“Briar,” he murmurs. “Every inch of you is flawless.”
He smacks my ass hard enough to leave a handprint, making me yelp. I try to scramble away from him, but he hauls me back. “Where are you going, muse? We haven’t gotten to the fun part yet.”
Beneath the tape, I grin. It’s official—I am just as sick and twisted as he is. I want nothing more than for him to thrust his hard, throbbing cock into my pussy right now. And he knows it.
Sometimes, he seems to know me better than I know myself. Understanding the deep, dark parts of my psyche that I refuse to admit even to myself. The part of me that desires everything he’s doing to me right now. He lifts his mask just enough to reveal his smirking mouth before his head disappears behind my legs.
From this angle, I can’t see what he’s doing to me. But I can feel it.
His hands part me before his tongue strokes along my pussy. I hiss against the tape, fists clenching and thighs attempting toclamp together involuntarily, but he keeps them spread as far as they’ll go with my ankles bound.
His finger finds my clit and presses down, circling and making me yelp. My arousal drips down to my clit and he groans. “So wet for me already, muse. Such a bad girl, eager to take her punishment for running from me.”
I attempt to yell,the hell I am, but the words are muffled by the tape.
“Your mouth may not have been able to take every inch of my cock,” he says, “but maybe your pussy can.” He caresses my backside lovingly. “If not, maybe your ass will.”
Now I frantically try to get away from him, wrists and knees aching as I manage to reach the edge of my bed. This was stupid. So,sostupid. Definitely one of the top worst decisions I’ve ever made.
Saint de Haas has murdered men. Why the hell did I think I could trust him to tie me up and fuck me masked-kidnapper-style?
He drags me back by the hips, making me scream against the tape. He lifts my hips up to his face, my feet dangling in the air and my hands the only things bracing me.
His tongue stabs into my pussy, making me cry out and clench around him. His tongue works the tight muscle until he slips back out and laps at my clit. The overwhelming pleasure on my sensitive, aching nub makes me scream against the tape, throat burning. Rather than ease up, his tongue presses on my clit harder. I can’t wriggle to get away from him, to lessen the pressure of his tongue on my too-sensitive clit, so I’m forced to take everything he gives me, pussy pulsing with every stroke of his tongue.
Every moan and rumble from his throat sends goosebumps springing up along my skin. My arms start to tremble, and I’m forced to trust him not to drop me.
I’m already so close, the pleasure mounting rapidly with the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
“Come for me,” he commands. “I want to feel your pussy throb around my tongue.”
My eyes water, pleasure rocketing through me so fast and unexpectedly that my orgasm hits me like a train.
Euphoria sings through every muscle as I cry out in a long, agonized moan, thighs shaking as he feasts on me like a man starved. His mouth on my pussy drags out my orgasm so long, I worry my heart will burst, sweat coating my back as the arousal trickles down my thighs. I buck and shout when he keeps flicking my clit, the pleasure turning to torment as the duct tape digs into my ankles and wrists.
Finally, he licks up the wetness along my pussy in one long, luxuriating stroke before he sets my knees back on the floor.
But he doesn’t give me reprieve for long. One hand wraps around to play gently with my clit while the other spreads my ass cheeks.
