“It’s important to me.”
I wrap them around and around until his chest is secured to the chair.
“So important you’d rather risk your life.”
I tighten it a little more until his ample muscles protrude from his shirt, and his breath becomes raspy.
“Poetry is my life. It’s the only thing that sustains me.”
I wrap the second rope around his neck.
“The only reason I’m still alive,” he murmurs.
“I’ll give you a reason,” I say, tightening the rope until it becomes a noose.
His muscles tense, fingers clenching against the seat as I watch the light slowly snuff out in his eyes.
“You wanted this, remember?” I lean in and whisper into his ear. “To have your breath taken away by me.”
He moans as his head tilts back farther, and his eyes roll back into his head.
I loosen my rein, and he sucks in a deep breath.
“Fuck.”
He talks too much and says too little.
Just like every other man.
All talk, no action.
I pull up my skirt and drag down my panties under his lustful gaze, pausing for a second to enjoy the agony on his face for not being able to touch me because he’s tied down, then push the button on his chair so his backrest is tilted downward so I can straddle him.
“Yes. I’m going to fuck with you.” I grab his eight-incher through his pants and stroke it. “And you’re going to enjoy.”Stroke. “Every.”Stroke. “Single.”Stroke. “Inch.”Stroke.“Of.”Stroke.“Depravity.”
I release him, and he groans with frustration. “Why not just finish me and get it over with?”
“Haven’t you heard? I make all of my victims suffer,” I muse, crawling up to his face until my thighs clench his neck. “And I wantyouin particular to suffer for not telling me who wrote me several notes.”
Was it him or Xavier? I need to know the truth, and he needs to learn a lesson. I have no fucking patience in dealing with men who refuse to give me what I want. If he won’t do what I ask, I’ll make him my fucking bitch instead.
He wants to die? I’ll give him death.
I push farther until my pussy covers his mouth.
“And since you won’t use your mouth for words, I’ll let you use it to please me instead. Now lick.”
Orion
The momentmy tongue tastes her divine pussy, I want to kill myself for not trying this sooner. I should’ve been more annoying, more in her face, more insufferable, because apparently, it’s the only thing that gets her attention to the point of this beauty actually wanting to kill me.
Fuck.
Her taste is absolutely addictive, even more than the wine I’ve been sipping for years.
This. Thisis the nectar of the gods.
I swirl my tongue around and around, circling her slit while she rolls her hips around. Slowly, the noose begins to tighten, but I keep going to try to please her as best as I can while she suffocates me.
