Page 82 of Condemned

Eyes shut then opened. Pretty blue eyes that blinked. “Yes, sir.”

Oh, a sir? “I like that sir.”

“Figured it’d be so.” She smirked, fleetingly, then tried to look innocent.

He let that one slide, hooked his arms under her thighs and hauled her to him, bent his head over her pussy, and licked one long lick from slit to clit that had her falling apart already.

“Beg.”

Avalon whimpered, craned up her head. “More? Please, please, sir?”

“Yes, more. If you come though, I will shove that chain in your cunt and do you that way. Remember that. No coming.”

Mouth pinched shut, she nodded.

“I aim to make you scream.”

“Oh, fuck yes, please, sir.”

They couldn’t be here forever though. She was right in that.

“Arms above your head. Move them and I stop.” Then he waited for her to obey before he lowered his mouth to her.

He brought her to the brink, three times, bucking and writhing and panting; made her wet the floor with her juices; let her grind herself into his face until he stopped her with a palm on her belly. Then and only then, when she was ready to pledge her soul to get an orgasm, did he stick his four fingers in her again and suck and lick like a machine that’s had its power control turned to high.

No stopping this time. “You can come.”