Page 11 of I Never Stopped Loving You

She whimpers and writhes against my tongue as I drag it along her slit before sucking her sensitive clit into my mouth. Her back arches as she screams, but the bite block is stifling the sweet sounds. It's not enough. I need more.

I suck harder on her pulsing clit, letting my teeth clench around it. Her scream hits a higher decibel as she bites down.

“Fuck, Princess. Those sounds you’re making…” I groan as I lick her slowly, tasting everything. Her desire. Her fear. It’s fucking delicious. “I need more from you, though. Can you do that for me? Be a good girl and let me hear how much you love this.”

I bite down on the area between her pussy and her inner thigh. Her hips thrust up into me, knocking my jaw and making me bite down harder. It's still not enough.

I quickly stand, ripping my belt out of the belt loops and wrapping it around her neck. She stares up at me with a mixture of fear and fucking desire. It’s perfect, except for the color of her eyes.

I pull my pants down past my hips, letting them slide to the floor, then step out of my shoes, then my pants. She kicks her leg out at me as I step back between her thighs, but I catch it.

“What are you doing, Princess? I thought you said you wanted this.”

Unintelligible noises are muffled as she screams against the wooden bite block, but I can see it in her eyes how much she loves this.

I tease along her inner thigh, letting my fingers brush against the newest bite mark. Her eyes pinch shut, and her back arches as the pain travels through her body.

“Let’s see if we can get you more...comfortable.”

Her eyes snap open when the leather restraint is locked around the ankle of her boot. She flails, screaming as loud as she can and kicking out with her other leg until I manage to grab it. I slam it down on the metal table, and the sound echoes in the cold, damp room.

I restrain her other ankle before walking slowly toward the head of the table. Her eyes stay trained on me as I slowly stroke my cock, letting my thumb tease over the tip, making my body shudder.

I take my time, opening the condom and sliding it over my length. She watches intently, her breathing rapid, eyes wide with desire.

She mumbles something, but I can’t even slightly make out what she’s trying to say. I glance back down at my Rolex. It’s barely been twenty minutes. The experience is supposed to take forty, so I still have some time.

She tilts her head at me, then goes silent. My hand quickly wraps her hair around my fist while I lean and press my face against her neck.

“Don’t make a fucking sound unless you want this to stop,” I growl as I nip her earlobe.

She nods, letting me know she understood me.

“Fuck. You have no fucking clue how badly I needed this, Princess.”

I pull the band from over her head and let the bite block slide out of her mouth. She looks up at me with those glossed-over eyes and smiles.

She. Fucking. Smiles.

“Fuck me, Teddy Bear. I want you to ruin me,” she moans as she arches her body as much as she can in the restraints.

She lifts her head, exposing her neck to me, and I nearly come right there.

“You’ll regret saying that, Princess.”

Before she can say another word, I climb on top of her, pulling the belt tight around her throat. At the same time, I shove my cock inside her. Her body spasms as she screams. From the pain? From the pleasure? Who fucking knows at this point. All I know is her pussy feels so fucking good, tightening with each choked scream she gives me.

“That’s it, Princess. Scream for me.”

I pinch her clit as I start to fuck her harder. Each thrust of my hips causes the table to slide closer to the wall. The scraping sound of metal on concrete fills the room, mixing with each scream and grunt as I fuck her harder...deeper.

Each thrust causes the belt to loosen around her neck, and each time I pull out to the tip, I wrap the belt tighter around my fist until the only sound escaping her lips is a high-pitched whimper.

“Fuck...Yes...So fucking tight.”

With every thrust, the head of my cock hits a spot inside, sending her body arching to meet mine.

The belt is so tight around her throat that I can see the leather biting into her pale flesh. Her eyes are barely open, fluttering closed with each roll of my hips.