"Yes, anything." She was more than willing to do anything to get what she wanted.
Her moans deepened in intensity when I quickened the pace of the knife, plunging in and out of her.
"Oh, yes—yes, there."
She arched into me harder and started riding the knife, whimpering loudly. I gave her what she wanted, supporting her hip with a harsh, controlling grip to aid her thrusts against the knife. She bit down on her lower lip, holding back a strangled sob because of how intense and stimulating it was.
When she stiffened against me, and I knew she was about to come, I took out the knife. Her eyes flew open, flashing with confusion and frustration.
"Please, I need to come."
"You will come only when I say so." Her protest hung tightly in her throat when I turned on the vibrator and connected it to her clit.
I claimed one of her nipples, sucking and biting on it as I assaulted her clit with the vibrator. Every time she thought it was consuming and mind-numbing, I increased the intensity and switched to the other breast. She jerked and thrashed around, constantly releasing ugly sobs. Her wrists were trying to get out of the cuffs, and I was so sure that they'd be so red already.
But the pleasure I was giving her kept her in a chokehold.
"Please, please—I, please—god!" she screamed.
I grabbed her throat, choking her until her moans were strangled. "That's right, Sienna. I'm your god."
"Oh, there…fuck, there…please, don't stop." I did the opposite of what she asked. I denied her orgasm for the second time in a row.
I tossed the vibrator aside, drowning in the sounds of her whimpers. I needed to be inside her. I wanted to be inside her,but something held me back—the fear that if I claimed her, I wouldn't be able to get enough.
I freed her legs from the cuffs and clamped my mouth on her dripping cunt.
"Oh fuck."
She tasted so damn good—a possessive growl rippled from the back of my throat. My tongue stroked her and glided up and down the length of her sweet little cunt. An intense obsession grabbed me in the guts, and the thought of another man tasting her pussy filled me with anger that clouded my vision with red.
Her legs wrapped around my neck, suffocating me, but I didn't stop feasting on her. I ate her out until all I could hear was her moans bouncing off the walls of the room.
"Please—stop," she choked out, sounding so unsure, like she didn't even know what she was asking for. Maybe it was for me to stop or not stop torturing her the way I was.
I groaned, thrusting my tongue into her. I fucked her with my tongue, grabbed one thigh, and applied pressure on her clit with my other thumb.
She sobbed, writhed, and begged, but I didn't stop.
"I'm going to—please, I'm going to come. Let me come." She sobbed, begging for her release.
I ate her out even harder, biding my time and waiting for the inevitable. Her legs clenched around me so hard, I was convinced she wanted to rip off my ears.
Sienna came onto my tongue with a long, hoarse moan.
Her legs slackened around me, and it took me crawling up to look at her to see that she had already passed out.
CHAPTER
FIVE
SIENNA
"Keep plying yourself with champagne, and I'll have to stash you into a body bag to carry you when we are leaving." Rose's sassy voice hit me from behind.
I grinned, knocked back the rest of my drink, and turned to her. She looked stunning in her exquisite crimson cocktail dress that clung to her body and ran up her thigh in a wicked slit.
"Relax, I'm fine." I wiggled my eyebrows at her.
