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“Put your hands flat on the mattress, Kayla, and I’ll consider not making you bleed.”
My palms slam onto the bed so quickly it feels like he’s the one controlling them.
“Very good.” Another bite of my flesh, higher this time, makes me squirm under his hold.
When he releases me, he licks the wound and asks again, “What was that face?”
“Despair!” I scream urgently. “It was fucking despair because you’re holding me here against my will. How can you not see that?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, I feel his head moving, and the next thing I know, his tongue licks a trail from my soaking entrance to my clit, making me shudder.
“No. Don’t.” But instead of taking hold of his hair again, I fist the sheets with both hands. Another lick, and I gasp. “Don’t!”
“Don’t make it feel good?” His deep voice rumbles against my clit, blurring the lines between good and bad in my head. “Would you like me to make it hurt some more?”
I try to speak, but he unleashes his devilish tongue on me again, turning my words into whimpers.
“Don’t—don’t touch me. Stop.”
It’s the fact that he keeps doing it after I asked him to stop that sends another wave of pleasure through my body. There’s this poison in my veins that blackens my soul. There’s this broken part of me that wants to keep screaming no louder so that he can force me harder.
But there’s also the part of me that fissures every time he refuses to stop.
He pushes his tongue inside me, in and out, again and again, until the word no disappears from my lips completely. Until I push against his mouth, and he buries his face completely between my legs, marking it as a new territory he’s conquering.
When he attacks my clit again, my eyes flutter closed. No matter how much I try to accept this passively, to not participate in the madness, he pushes harder, dragging moans out of me, thrusts of my hips, pants of pleasure. And those are the things he sees. He doesn’t know about the floods of bliss flowing through my body or the coil tightening in my lower belly.
He can’t feel my pleasure so close to exploding into a thousand stars.
Or maybe he can.
Because I’m lost in the decadence, twisting my fingers in the sheets, grinding against his tongue. When sweat pearls at my hairline from focusing on reaching my high, and when I realize I’m so wet the slickness trails all the way to my ass cheeks…he stops.
I gasp in oxygen, and it swallows the no I’m trying to scream at the same time.
“Would you like to come, my sunflower?”
I bite my lower lip, but the hopeless yes still comes out. I attempt to wrap my legs around his shoulders, and he stops me with a deadly grip, keeping them wide open.
“Would you like me to give this needy pussy what she needs?”
I nod slowly, throwing an arm over my face. “Yes.”
“Why don’t you show me how good you can beg, and I’ll see if it deserves an orgasm?”
I loathe the spark his words ignite in my body again. He grazes his teeth against my needy nub, and I shiver all over again.
“Pl—” I lick my lips. This is so hard. “Please.”
The tip of his tongue plays with me again, sending sensations through my belly, up my spine.
“Please, Nate,” I whimper.
“Keep going.” His breath against me could set me off. The flicker of a flame near gunpowder.
“Make me co—” A shaky breath breaks my word flow. “C-come, please.”
“Getting better. Carry on.”
