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He pulled it away.
I let out a screech of rage, kicking out and twisting in my bonds. Tears fell as I cursed and sobbed, the torturous pleasure ebbing away before ever hitting the high.
Defeat gripped me as Ewen tipped my face to his, his eyes delighting in my discomfort.
‘Your name,’ he commanded.
‘Cora,’ I gasped. ‘My name is Cora.’
FIFTEEN
EWEN
‘Good girl,’ I whispered against the side of her neck as she gave in and told me her name. ‘That wasn’t so hard now, was it?’
She whimpered as my hand slipped back to her wet cunt, picking up where I’d left off. Holding back had been absolute torture because I craved her moans as much as I wanted her tears.
‘Are you on birth control?’ I asked her, grinning when she flinched at the words. Of course, I’d already seen that she was while rifling through her room, but she didn’t know that.
‘Yes, but I’m a virgin.’ The words were small, filled with shame. Only mine flew into my head, making me shiver with need. Mine to open. Mine to possess.
‘I’m not about to fuck you. Not yet. Well, not unless I get carried away. Maybe if you beg sweetly enough, I’ll lose control and turn you into my little cock whore.’
Cora shuddered as I drove two fingers back into her sopping cunt, her hips arching to take more.
‘Did my whip get you all excited?’ I crooned, my dick jutting painfully against my zip as she squirmed.
‘Yes,’ she said in a choked sob.
‘You like being marked. Owned. I should put a pretty collar around your neck and keep you tethered to the end of my bed.’ If she knew about the dark images involving her that ran wild in my mind, I’d undoubtedly scare her off.
‘Please,’ she moaned, her words stilted as I toyed with her pussy. ‘Please, help me come.’
Breathing hard through my nostrils at her desperate pleas, I stood back, warmth effusing me as she sobbed in earnest at the loss of my fingers.
I needed her frenzied, right at the edge between pleasure and pain. Lashes of my whip struck her skin while she bucked and panted, the fat tears rolling down her cheeks matching the glistening wetness dripping down her thighs.
Cora was beautiful. Perfect. Mine.
‘Do you need more?’ I asked, moving to stand in front of her.
‘Yes,’ she whispered. Using the handle of the whip, I grazed it up her thigh and pressed it to her wetness. She whimpered as she rolled her hips against the leather, sweet little pants rising with every arch of her back.
Grasping her cheeks in one hand, I pulled her face up to mine, studying the rivulets of tears that tracked down her flushed cheeks.
‘Can I come yet?’ she asked.
‘But darling, you suffer so beautifully for me. Just a little longer so I can feast on your tears. I want you to wear my marks for days to come. To see them every time you undress and stick your fingers into your wet pussy. To come back asking for more.’
She pushed herself up on her toes and pressed her lips to mine, sending shock waves through me. While I’d enjoyed playing with partners in the past, I usually kept a barrier that prevented any kind of genuine intimacy. Kissing playmates wasn’t an indulgence I allowed myself.
But her lips, silky soft and covered in a layer of salty tears, were simply too irresistible. Before I could think clearly, I succumbed, allowing her to steal from me with that lying fucking mouth of hers.
The way she moaned against my tongue had me wrapping an arm about her waist to pull her flush against me, her body hot from the whip’s stings.
All around me, the room spun as I lost myself entirely in her sweet desperation. When she broke the kiss, I pressed the flat of my tongue against her face, licking up the spilled tears with a hum of delight.
It was salacious. Decadent. Addictive.
