Cinder must have some unnatural power to open her throat because a shocking amount of me disappears. The scalding pressure of her sucking me off has me so close to popping, it’s all I can do to thrust and groan and think of anything to keep from losing control right there.
Before I register the cold air on my cock, Cinder returns to her previous spot to begin the painstaking journey of taking me into her tight little body again.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fucking witchtitties on a toothpick,” I curse, eyes clenched shut as I fight against the rope binding me. Again, the heat exchange between our bodies is so disparate, she is a hot, divine inferno of pressure, choke holding my dick.
Another stinging snap against my thigh has me jolting.
I’m not sure if I love or hate Cinder getting her hands on my crop.
“Open your eyes,” she commands, though she can’t keep the thickness out of her voice. She’s also affected.
I do so but thrust into her with as much motion as I can.
She gasps and her head drops back.
There are only little grinding motions she makes on top of me and again I feel the pressure of her clit piercing.
It burns. It burns so fucking good. It pushes my orgasm closer to the edge while strangling it in place with biting pain.
I’m not sure if she’s using the silver piece intentionally against me, or if she’s fully forgotten as she takes her pleasure on my hard dick.
Her movements are so minuscule, she might as well not be moving.
I want to scream, beg, shout at her to move. To fuck me. To ride me like an animal she wants to break.
“Please, please, mistress,” I beg. One of the marshmallows drops out of my mouth, but she catches it between us.
Cinder turns the dented mini sugar pillow over between her fingers then grabs my hair with her other hand, jerking my head back.
“Open,” she commands. I do so and she pushes it onto my tooth again.
Despite her harsh act, the soft scrape of her nails along my scalp sends warm pleasure tingles throughout my body.
Her mouth crashes into mine with a fervor I'm not expecting. The kiss is hungry, desperate. She needs to escape whatever is inside her.
As our lips meet, a searing pain shoots through me, emanating from where her silver tongue ring presses to mine. It's a white-hot agony, the metal scorching my sensitive tastebuds. But I don't pull away. Instead, I lean into the kiss, savoring the burn as a tangible imprint of her touch.
The pain grounds me, anchors me to this moment. It's a different kind of pain from what my father inflicts—this is a pain I choose, a pain that connects me to her. So I deepen the kiss, ignoring the blistering sensation, pouring all my unspoken emotions into the slide of our lips.
She raises her hips and slams them back down. I grunt into her mouth, feeling the impact hit the middle of my bones. She does it again. And again.
Each time, her hips increase in speed, driving me into a frenzy. My entire body shakes with lust. Her impossibly tight, pulsing walls surround me, overwhelming me with pleasure. Her breasts, still bare and perfect, transfer their weight and heat to my body with each thrust like an electric current.
She moans into my mouth, the sound low and guttural. My animalistic noises echo hers, lost in the haze of our coupling. As I feel myself reaching the edge, I grunt and thrust upward as much as I’m able to with that half-inch of movement.
Her clit piercing scrapes against me, but her pace is so volatile, the bright sting of pain comes and goes.
Cinder’s hips rock faster, harder, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I arch my back, trying to get deeper inside her, but she's in control now. Her nails dig into my sides, leaving little half-moons of pain that meld with the pleasure.
“I’m gonna—” my words are muffled by her lips.
“No.” Her command is a sharp crack. “You will not come until I tell you.” Even as she says the last words, she shudders.
“Cinder,” I whisper. “Come. Come on me, I want to feel you.”
Those violet eyes sweep down to me in surprise.
I’m not playing our game right now. I need to say her name, to feel her break apart around me. I can hold off like she said, but I want—no, Ineedto feel her come.
