He suddenly whirls me around to face him as soon as I say the words, snatching my throat to keep me steady. Tilting my head back, the pad of his thumb presses down on my bottom lip, his face so close that I can feel his smoky breath on my skin. Panic rises as I struggle to breathe, both from his proximity and the corset's tight grip on my lungs.
His gaze bores into mine, his jaw set tight. “You can't,” he orders, his voice chillingly calm compared to his unpredictable demeanour. “Once you were declared part of Dark Night, there was no way out.” I look at him confusingly as he continues. “Oddity owns you now, Noir. The only way you'll ever leave this place is in a fucking body bag just like the rest of us.”
My gaze widens in shock, but fury quickly replaces it, “No one fucking owns me.”
A dangerous twitch of a sneer spreads across his lips, “Oh, my Little Dolly, that’s far from the truth.”
As I roll my eyes, I push myself up onto the desk and he releases my throat but stays standing between my thighs, his presence overwhelming.
“In your dreams, Hell, maybe.” I murmur.
Ignoring his gaze as he watches me carefully, poised to pounce again at any moment, I grab my bag off the vanity and pull out my black tutu and fishnets. I slip the tutu down my body until it’s fixed on my hips, then draw my jeans down my legs.
As soon as they reach my ankles, he yanks them off with an aggression that sends a jolt through me. He steps forward, grabbing the back of my thighs, pulling me closer to him and forcing my legs around his waist in an animalistic act of frustration. I have to lean back on one hand while the other pushes against his chest. His warm palms move up the back of my thighs, my skin igniting under his touch and his spiral contacts lock onto my lips.
“You think I didn't notice your choice of face paints tonight, Noir?” He acknowledges. “Are you trying to tease the fuck out of my cock until I end up destroying you? I think you want me more than you'd like to admit.”
I scoff and look away, “Yeah right. Your head couldn’t get any bigger.”
As he lowers his face to the side of my neck, his hands reach my bare hips and when he gives them a tight, painful squeeze, I feel the throb in my pussy again.
“Your little cunt came hard the other night, and you're still as frustrated as ever? Does my Dolly seek more pleasure and pain from me?” he asks with a growl in his throat.
Yes!I internally scream. Yet, I stay silent, knowing better than to tempt him. My chest heaves with every breath I take from pure arousal and fear, but eventually, he draws back, our dark eyes instantly meeting.
He stands upright, snatching my fishnet tights from the desk, then crouches between my legs. I watch curiously as he slips them over my feet, but he pauses when he notices the scars on my ankle, and panic strikes me.
“What are you doing?” I manage to breathe out, my voice barely audible, but it makes him withdraw from his lingering thoughts.
“Like I said, I do whatever the fuck I want, and I get whatever the fuck I want,” he responds calmly, his wicked gaze fixed on the movement of the nets ascending up my smooth legs.
“I wonder how it feels when the big bad monster isn't getting the pussy that he desperately wants,” I taunt.
He stops, his eyes flickering up toward mine, a sinister aura in them and I instantly regret my words.
Without warning, he aggressively spreads my knees wide apart with his hands. Before I can stop him, he dips his head, and his pierced tongue moves harshly over the ladder of fresh slices on my inner thighs, punishing me for my backchat.
My eyes roll and I groan loudly from the pain, my hand instantly latching onto his black, soft hair, in a pathetic attempt to stop him, but he persists in his untamed movements, sucking on the wounds and biting them to inflict immense discomfort. He edges toward my core, and I begin to pulse with need.
With a sudden motion, he plunges his face into my panties, aggressively devouring me through the fabric. My head snaps back, a loud gasp tearing from my throat and my legs shudder involuntarily from the intense violation. The heat of his tongue and piercing working in unison as he savagely gnaws on my pussy lips like a wild beast tearing into flesh, sets me on fire. My grip on his hair tightens, as his hands move to my inner thighs, spreading me wider while he digs his fingers into my cuts causing a delicious blend of pain and pleasure that electrifies my senses.
His mouth detects my swollen, aching bud, and he starts to suck on it through the delicate lace, igniting a fiery sensation that consumes my entire being.
Oh god, please don’t come. Don’t come when he’s eating you out through your fucking panties. Please goddamit!I plea with myself, holding onto everything I have.
I start hyperventilating, the overwhelming feeling of bliss building inside of me. I can't control it—his mouth is too skilled.
Too wild.
He's too good.
Fuck, I’m going to come!
When he abruptly stops, I tilt my head forward, staring down at the back of his head with expanded eyes, my breathing frantic, my clit one flick away with his tongue from an earthshattering climax.
“It seems the pussy I desperately want is betraying her owner,” he murmurs over my throbbing core, his tone detached.
In my dazed state he rises suddenly, his fingers digging into my wounds, adding to the intoxicating agony that causes me to hiss, while his other hand sneaks into the back of my hair, yanking it back forcefully.
