He stopped
He hung me out to dry.
I whimpered. My limbs were burning from the pent-up release. "Please, let me come. Please…"
"I never said you could come. You have to earn it."
I tossed my head back, breathing heavily. Tears streamed down my face out of frustration, and the deranged bastard licked them off. As he adjusted my restraints, it felt as though blood circulation around my wrists had halted.
He flipped me over, positioning me face down in the sheets.
"We are not done here."
My face was buried in the sheets. It muffled my breathing. My ass was in the air, all in his face, and I was so sure he could see my glistening pussy from this position.
I shuddered, electricity sprouting on my skin when he reached beneath me to cup my sensitive breasts.
"Do they hurt?" He twisted a nipple.
I moaned, soiling the sheets with my saliva.
"You are such a needy slut." My body was still sore and trembling from the pent-up release. I felt full without even having anything inside me.
"Do you know what I’m going to do to you now?" The cuffs around my wrists and legs clicked open.
I furrowed my brows. My hands were snatched behind me, and he tied them up. My heart pounded against my rib cage because I had a feeling that whatever he was about to do to me, I was going to be munching on the sheets like a bag of chips.
Something cold, dangerous enough to make my nipples harden, and caused beads of sweat to trickle down my spine.
I tried to discern what it was, but he grabbed my hair, fisting it, and pressed my face into the mattress.
"I'm going to fuck you with this, and you will scream for me." My heart leaped into my chest.
The object scaled down my back, teasing my butt hole, and I groaned at the intrusion.
"Is…is that a pistol?" I took a wild guess.
"Good girl." He sounded impressed. "You'd love to be fucked with this, won't you?"
My words were crushed in my throat when he glided the barrel of the gun up and down my pussy. My whimper was deep-throated, and I buried my face into the pillow like I was trying to run from it—from him.
"Ohhh…"
"You love that?"
"Yes, ugh, yes!"
The tip parted my moist folds, teasing my clit enough to make me wiggle and thrash against his predatory hold. The cool metal slid over my clit, horror and excitement slashing through me at the thought of having a dangerous weapon that took life intruding my body.
It was as terrific as it was exciting.
"Breathe for me, baby. I'm going to need you to relax. You can take it," he cooed, patting my hair.
I drew in a long breath and slowly puffed it out. The tip was thrust slowly into me, and I felt my throat close up. It was both foreign and thrilling. My toes curled, and I scratched at the covers as he yanked it out of me before plunging it back in.
"Fuck!" The mattress stuffed in my face swallowed up my moans.
I could feel my arousal coating the tip as it went in and out of me, making sultry, sloppy sounds. The pain stretched me beyond my limits, and the pleasure was there to dull it, consuming me as a whole. It was a paradox of feelings, the most intense thing I had ever felt in my life.
