I squirm under his grip on my neck before he decides to let me go. I gasp for air, but just as my lungs try to expand to take in a breath, he crashes his mouth into mine, stealing my opportunity for new air to enter my lungs. Just as I lose myself in the bliss that is his mouth on mine, he stops abruptly, leaving me with a throbbing ache that nothing except him can fix.
I let out a flustered sigh, needing him back against my body, when he kneels before me. He inches forward slightly on his knees, and as he lifts his hands, he secures me firmly against the wall. With a deviously handsome glance, he stares up at me before grasping for my thigh, bringing it over his shoulder, now exposing my arousal to him.
He grins as if in approval at the way my sex is already slick as I wait for him to begin whatever he has planned for me.
Still glancing at the sight of my arousal, he licks his lips. “Who knew all this talk of revenge could get a woman going the way it has you?”
“You clearly don’t know as much as you think you do about me, because the thought of making my enemies suffer makes me wetter than you ever could,” I challenge him.
A delicious smirk falls from his lips at the boldness of my words that even shocks me.
“Is that a challenge?” he whispers, hovering his breath just above my slit. The simple act of his hushed words lingering over where I want him the most sends chills throughout my body. “If I have to keep you here all night, making you come over and over again until you can barely fucking walk, I will; just to prove you wrong.”
He shifts his mouth to my inner thigh, as he bites down on my flesh so passionately it causes me to wince. Pain and pleasure radiate as his lips tease me. He continues this torturous dance on my inner thigh before lifting his head from in between my legs.
“Now, be a good girl and let me begin what I have been wanting to do since the moment my tongue left your pussy earlier.”
As soon as he finishes his sentence there, his mouth is again diving into me. The way his tongue devours me makes my whole-body quake. I feel as though I am suspended in mid-air with a pleasure I have never experienced before him.
Lost in pleasurable bliss, I feel an odd sensation begin to form in my center. Through the wetness of my slit and the warmth of his mouth, I feel something cold. Jagged, almost. I peer down to see where this feeling is coming from, but I am unable to see anything other than Carmine’s mouth suctioned onto my clit. Whatever he is doing feels equal parts uncomfortable and intoxicating.
I try to keep my eyes on him, but with each stroke of his tongue, I find myself shutting my eyes, leaning into this bizarre sensation. Then, I feel what I think to be metal go deeper inside me. I look down once more at Carmine working in between my legs when I see it.
The long skeleton key from his chain is now tucked between his thumb and forefingers as he methodically fucks me with it. The metal of the key feels cold as he glides it in and out of me. Its rigid texture against my wet walls feels better than I could have imagined. As if his mouth didn’t feel good enough already, this strange thrill is bringing me to the brink of a release I don’t know the rest of my body is ready for.
“What are you doing?” I exclaim between moans as he picks up speed, both with the key and his mouth.
He lifts his mouth from my dripping center, as his finger and key remain inside me, going in and out as he watches, momentarily, before looking up at me to respond, “You tried to unlock my secrets, so I am unlocking you.”
I glance over to the box that remains on the shelf. This can’t seriously be all over that damn box, can it?
He follows my gaze, and I feel the key dig deeper inside me. I squeal, though, it is more out of pleasure than out of pain as he clicks his tongue.
“Eyes on me,” he reprimands me before bringing his mouth back to my clit.
If this is what he considers a punishment, him sliding a naturally ribbed object into me so I am on the brink of an orgasm, then I will gladly be punished by this man any day.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises between licks. “Now, I am going to finish you off with the only thing that will open that box you were eyeing,” he says as he continues to glide the key into me, this time bringing his thumb to my clit. The mix of his flesh and the metal is making me want to burst immediately.
“So, when you want answers, you can think about how I made you come with the key that holds the answers your soul desires,” he says, ominously, as he feverishly working the key inside of me as he moves his thumb to my aching center.
I want to know what the hell he is talking about, but I can’t take it anymore. As he continues to move the key in and out of me, I feel the ridge on the end of the key scratch my walls slightly as I clamp down on it, as I come.
He leaves the cold jagged piece of metal inside of me as I revel in the aftershock of pleasure, he just gave my body. He twists the key once more before taking it out of me.
“You are absolutely delicious,Sen,” he says, admiring its dampened gleam
As he rises to his feet, I take his hand that the key is in, tossing it to the floor, disinterested in the secrets he has or the games he plays. The euphoric high from the release he just gave me, while undeniably amazing, was not enough. I realize that in this moment, I feel the unfamiliar sensation of addiction begin to strum up in my core.
Suddenly, the need for answers and logic dissipates, and in this moment, I want him, more of him than I’m sure he is willing to give me. But I will settle for the pleasure he brings my body for now.
I pull him in closer to me by the loops on his pants, his tall frame now towering over me. Our lips meet again, this time with a passion that gives the heat radiating from the fireplace a run for its money.
We make our way in front of the fire as he lays me on the floor, pinning me down once more, but this time with both hands as he works his mouth on my neck. As he kisses me, I feel a desperate desire to see what he is working with, so I wiggle myself free from his grasp. I begin to unbutton his pants, needing his length in my greedy hands.
While I work on freeing his length from his pants, he rises to his knees and leans over to the bottom shelf of the bookcase closest to us. He futzes around, searching for something, and I look up to see he is grabbing a condom.
He brings the condom wrapper to his mouth, about to open it when I pant, “It’s okay, I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.”
