Page 44 of Devour

He does it again. His mouth and fingers build me higher and faster, and my body knows what’s coming. Not the orgasm, but the denial. My muscles tense. I’m right there on the edge. I’m begging him through sobs.

The fucker pulls away.

I thrash against the ropes, and a wrecked sound leaves my body. I’m trembling, and my clit is throbbing so hard it hurts. The tears won’t stop.

“Look at you.” His hand cups my face, and his thumb wipes a tear. “So fucking beautiful when you cry for me.”

“Please.” My voice cracks. “Please let me come. I’m yours. I’ll do whatever you want. Just please—”

“Goddamn right you’re mine.” He positions himself between my bound, open legs and runs the head of his pierced dick along my opening. “Beg me to fuck you, little heathen. Beg your king to use you.”

“Please fuck me.” I don’t have any pride left. He’s taken all of it. “Please, Axl. I need you. I need you to make me come. Please—I’ll crawl to you. Use me however the fuck you want.”

“That’s my good girl.” He pushes inside me in one slow thrust, and I feel every single piercing as he fucks me. I moan so loud that he covers my mouth. He holds there, buried deep, his masked forehead dropping against mine.

“Fuck, Saylor,” he growls. “You have no idea how fucking crazy you make me. You have no idea what fucked-up shit I’ll do to anyone who tries to touch you or take you from me.”

He starts to move. Slow at first. Deep, grinding thrusts. My wrists strain against the ropes, and I want to touch him so bad it hurts. I want my hands in his hair and my nails on his back. But I can’t move.

He pulls the mask off, tossing it to the floor, showing me his gorgeous face. His blue eyes find mine. They’re dark and intense, and my heart races while I can’t look away.

“Keep your eyes on mine.” He pulls back and drives into me hard. “Don’t fucking look away. You’re going to only see my face when you get off. You don’t touch yourself or come unless I say. Every second of your pleasure belongs to me.”

He fucks me harder now. The slow grinding is gone and his hips slam against me. My bound legs shake, and the ropes creak against the headboard. I can’t do anything but take it.

The pressure builds again, and this time I’m terrified he’s going to stop. My body tenses, and I start shaking, and I can feel it coming. I don’t look away from him. “Please, Axl.”

The words come out as a sob. Tears stream down my cheeks.

Axl lowers his head and licks the tears on my right cheek. “Fuck. I’ll never get tired of that sound.”

He wraps his fingers around my throat. “I’m in a generous mood, baby.” He pushes me into the bed, fucking me hard as I fight for air. “Come on my dick, Saylor.”

I break. My body jerks against the ropes, and the orgasm rips through me so hard I can’t see. I try to scream but end up choking as his hand tightens on my throat. He fucks me through it, driving deep on every thrust. The orgasm rolls through my body, making my legs tremble in their bindings, and my fingers go numb above the ropes.

He doesn’t slow down. He fucks me through the first one and keeps going. He releases my throat, letting me draw a large breath of air. I’m sobbing and shaking, and his lips brush my ear.

“One more.” He drives into me harder. “Give me one more, little heathen.”

“I can’t—”

“You begged for this, baby.” His teeth graze my ear. “And now you’re going to give me what I fucking want.”

His hand tightens around my throat again, cutting off my air. “I want to feel this needy cunt milk my cock.”

My body obeys him before my mind does. After a few more hard thrusts, the second orgasm tears through me and I can’t breathe. I can’t scream, and my vision goes dark at the edges. My body clamps around him, and he groans against my neck. He buries himself deep and holds there, biting me beside the mark he already left on my shoulder. I feel him come inside me, his cock pulsing while he holds himself deep.

His hand releases my throat, and I gasp for air. He licks and kisses the bite marks I know he left imprinted in my skin.

We stay like that, his weight on me, and I don’t want him to move. I can feel his heart hammering against my chest and his cock still inside me.

His hands move to my wrists. He unties the rope from the headboard, and my arms drop to the bed. I don’t have the strength to lift them. He grabs one of my wrists and presses his lips to the rope marks, then does the same to the other.

Then he leans down and unties my right leg, unwrapping the rope from my thigh and ankle. He does the same to my left. His fingers trace the red marks the rope left on my legs, and he massages each one.

He pulls out of me and I wince. He rolls onto his side and pulls me against his chest. His arms wrap around me, his hand rests on the back of my head, and I bury my face in his neck as I continue to sob. The intensity of it all is just too much.

“You’re alright, little heathen.” He continues to rub the sore areas. “You were so perfect for me. Such a good girl.”