“Oh no. That’s not going to fly,” I say. “You are going to finish that statement.”
I sweep the digit up and down her glistening seam, occasionally dipping in ever so slightly.
Those pale cheeks flush as she shuts her eyes against either my demand or the sensation. My other hand wraps around her throat again. It forces her eyes open. They are even more dazed and glazed than before.
“It’s never felt like what?” I ask.
I roll my gloved thumb over her clit. Protected by the latex, I don’t have to worry about the silver burn.
Cinder is moaning and thrusting her hips, still holding onto the chair arms for dear life.
“Tell me like a good girl, and I’ll give you what you want.” My voice is rough with need.
Her eyes meet mine with a fiery purple defiance. “It’s never felt this good. Like I want more. Like it’s not a chore. Like I don’t want it to end.” The words come out like an accusation like she’s angry. She resents the confession being forced from her. But I’ll make it worth her while.
My chest swells to nearly the breaking point even as I plunge two digits into her sweet center. She chokes on her gasp of surprise.
“Good girl,” I coo as I pump my fingers into her.
Her moans of pleasure get louder as I finger fuck her. “Whoa there, baby. You’re getting a bit loud and while I love it, I don’t want anyone to come interrupt us.” With that, I move my hand from her throat until I’m pushing my fingers into her mouth. She gladly takes them in, her tongue undulating against them, sucking them as if they were a dick.
I keep talking to distract myself from the almost uncontrollable urge to unzip my pants and shove my cock down her slutty little throat. “Not that I’d stop. All your friends could come in along with Tink and I’d still pump this lil’ snatch until you’re frothing and coming your brains out.”
Cinder’s hips buck and she moans and sucks at my hand harder. My gloved thumb rolls over that piercing. It’s a game to keep generating this little sound she makes at the back of her throat and the flutter of her eyes. Every time I hit it, I gain five points. Like a video game.
“Because you’re my bride. And even if this engagement is fake, I’m yours for the duration and you’re mine.” Five morepoints to me. “I don’t want anyone else. In fact, there is no one else now that there is you and this perfect little cunt.” I remove my fingers from her mouth to push her top up. She’s not wearing a bra and those little piercings glint devilishly at me from her erect nipples. I tweak and squeeze them until she’s left gasping.
Her legs begin to close so I extract my hand. A needy sound of protest escapes her. I land a sound slap on her pussy and she jerks. “Be a good girl and keep those legs open for daddy.”
“Please,” she begs. Another five points. I’m up to thirty-five total.
“You want to come for daddy?” I taunt, giving the other nipple an extra squeeze.
“Please, Kai.”
Kaboom.
Her use of my name breaks my every wall, like a bulldozer exploding through cement bricks.
It’s then I go to work. My fingers piston into her, curling up to hit that spot I know makes her lose her mind. Even when my wrist starts to ache, I don’t slow down. I’m a prince on a mission.
Her hips lift and raise back almost as if it’s too much for her, but I know I’m pushing her higher and higher until?—
The cry of sexual pleasure that escapes from her mouth is coupled with her body shuddering and bending. I don’t stop pounding into her, chasing her orgasm, elongating it.
“That’s it, let them hear you. Let Tink hear how I pleasure you. You may not care, but I sure as fuck do. I need you to know I only want to do this for you,to you.Because you come more beautifully than anyone I’ve known.”
I can tell from the way her eyes flutter and how her cries choke off that she is trying to suppress it now, so no one does hear, but it’s too late. Cinder can’t suppress what’s been set into motion. She can only come on my hand as I grip her by the throat and force her to finish.
“And if you let me,” I choke out. “I’d feast between your legs. I’d lick up your desire like a starving man. Like it was my last meal and you're the only thing that can sustain me.”
My mouth turns dry as I think of tasting her pussy. And I cannot deny her blood sings to me as much as her body does. The lust is folding me over and over until I’m a tense knot of want. I want to sink into her, I want to take from her. I want her blood sliding down my throat. I want to penetrate her with my dick and fangs. I want to claim her, mark her, so everyone knows she’s mine, and I’m hers.
Swallowing hard, I close my eyes, pushing the need back. I won’t do that to her.
Lost in my thoughts, I don’t notice how we’ve both slowed down until she pushes my hand from between her legs. A reedy little moan escapes her even as she does it. The flush of her blood pressing against her pale cheeks, throat, and bare breasts only causes my bloodlust to surge.
I have to stay in control. Even though she’s left a little sexy mess on the chair.Oh fuck me. . .
