Page 131 of Inflict

Connor dropped to his knees, landing two hard, back-to-back swats against Evelyn’s arse as he bent down. Each time one landed against her skin, she jerked into the counter, a happy sigh falling from her lips.

“Wider,” he demanded, “open these legs up wider for me.”

She did, no questions asked.

He palmed her backside with one hand, his fingers digging in roughly while his other slipped between her open thighs. His fingers found the sliver of her sex wet and hot, and she shook above him.

“You’ve got just enough slack on that rope to bend at the knees a bit and sit,” Connor said.

“So?”

His backside hit the floor and he turned and slid in between her legs, so his back was to the counter. His mouth was just an inch from her wet cunt. He could smell her arousal already, and it had his mouth watering. “Sit on me face or don’t, lass.”

“You know, depending on your mood, that brogue of yours gets deeper.”

“It’s a gift. Let me give you another.”

Evelyn whined. “You’re supposed to be making this hard on me.”

“Oh, I will.”

Silly woman, she didn’t even question him on how; instead, lowering her body into his waiting mouth. Connor groaned low, the rumble vibrating through his chest, at the first taste of her wetness on his tongue. There was something about the taste of her, all heady, tart, yet sweet, that he loved. It was a feckin’ shame to waste it, really, so he couldn’t bring himself to do that at all.

He ate her hard, palming her arse, and forcing her to stay still while the flat side of his tongue explored and teased every single spot he could find. He was sure his fingerprints would be bruised into her pale skin, and that only spurred him on more. His assault on her sex continued until he felt the telltale tremors, her wetness increased, and her tight hole clenched around his tongue.

Then, and only then, he pulled back.

Evelyn let out a broken cry at the loss of her orgasm. “Connor!”

“Wee bit louder next time, lass. The feckin’ neighbor didn’t hear you.”

He rubbed and soothed the flesh of her thighs and arse, occasionally landing another spank to her bottom whenever she moved or whined a bit too much for his liking. Once he was sure her orgasm was good and gone, he pulled her cunt back to his mouth, and started the process over again.

Over.

And.

Over.

And.

Over.

He ate her cunt rough and fast, reddened and marked her skin with his hands just the way she liked, and let her hang each and every time an orgasm started to build. He was feckin’ relentless. She wanted hard, and he was going to give it to her just like she asked.

Evelyn yanked on her ties again and again, her legs shook, and her cries became so desperate, Connor thought he had never heard music as beautiful as that sound. But it was only when she began to beg, when he noticed that reaching her peak before he pulled it away from her seemed to get harder, did he finally let her go. Sweat slicked her thighs, and her flesh was a pretty pink from his handling. Her cunt couldn’t get any wetter, but he loved how much sweeter her pussy seemed to taste from his torture.

“Please … oh my, God, please let me come, Connor,” Evelyn mumbled. “Please.”

He didn’t, not from his mouth and tongue, anyway. Instead, he pulled away from her wet, swollen pussy, despite how much it killed him to do so. He didn’t like to waste, after all.

Standing up straight, he was able to get a good look at his lover, and just how much it was killing her to be bereft of what she wanted the most. Sweat-slicked, messed hair, wild eyes, bitten-red lips, and trembling like a wee leaf.

“Keep begging,” he ordered with another hard swat to her ass.

Evelyn did as he demanded, her pleas and wants falling from her lips like a waterfall of words that seemed never-ending. She didn’t stop begging when he spanked her again, down her thighs, and back up her arse, until pink turned to red, and her skin was damned hot under his hands. She didn’t even stop when he shoved his boxer-briefs down and stepped out of them, fisting his hard length and tugging on his cock with a few rough strokes.

The throbbing ache in his length only increased the longer he stared at Evelyn, her pert arse high, skin red from his handling, and her cunt visible between her thighs. He didn’t bother to give her any warning as he stepped in between her legs, angled his cock against her entrance, and thrust in hard.