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“Please,sir.” He nibbled at my clit, licked it a few times, leaving that pulsing, whispering heat.
How could I…yet the pleasure rose, and his nibbles became a bite with teeth to either side, warning me.
“Please?” My whimper was pitiful. “Please sir, don’t.” I tried to squirm away. “Don’t bite.”
His teeth left me. “Be still or I’ll do it.”
I froze, ashamed of my masochistic wishes.
“Those bruises will remind you not to run and hide.”
His tongue moved over me, a warm softness that teased my clit, stirring, slowly licking, and evoking an exquisitethrob, throb, throb. Unable to stop myself, I writhed at his face, and he laughed.
“Whoa now. What was that for? Tell me you want my cock.” He dabbed again, and again. His tongue was an instrument of torture, and my thighs flexed and tensed. I made a plaintive sound. “Say it.” He swiped his finger along my slit then tasted it. “Dripping. Say you want my cock in you. Now, Charity.” He eyed me then bit my thigh but gently, leaving those teeth on me, denting my skin.
By then I was shaking and powerless to do anything but beg. “Please. I want you. I want your cock inside me?” I whispered that, and saying it made me feel him fucking me, feel it sliding in. “Please?”
His tongue began to stroke, brushing over that nub as if it were a precious jewel.
Enthralled, I watched as he buried his mouth on me, lapping and teasing, with his fingers cruising along my slit. I whined and spread my legs—shaking, as I clutched at the shelf with my bound hands. I opened my legs further, my feet twisting across the floor as I rested my head against the cupboard behind me.
“Fuck. More?” I gave a half grunt, a half gasp.
“Now you’re being a good girl. Come for me then I’ll fuck you.” I glanced down, mouth open, breathing in shudders, and wondering if he was talking to me or to my clit.
As if in answer, his mouth was applied to said clit and he hummed over it then speared a finger inside me. He began to perform the perfect thrust and lick duet. I strained forward, aiming to get more of that tongue.
The man was making wet noises with that finger and his adorable mouth. I needed to preserve him in a bottle.
I think I squealed, for he thrust two fingers into me at the perfect moment, and sucked a little harder, flicked that tongue. I definitely screamed, deep inside, keening as I bucked and tried to wrap my thighs over him, grip him, hold him close.
While I was still being wracked by the last throes of the orgasm, he drew away, but left those fingers inside me. I heaved in air and tried to focus, mind-blown and with my legs trembling, then he rose and turned me. He pushed my head low then took a painful grip on my hips as his cock slipped and searched for the right spot between my legs.
I felt the warning sink of his cock between my lips, just an inch, that beautiful moment before full penetration. My body was singing, needing this, needing to be filled. Then he rammed in deep. It slammed in hard enough to hurt. The shock of the hammering he delivered only fed my desire for more.Thiswas what I’d been fantasizing about—being fucked without mercy.
My mouth became a permanentOas he took me. The thrusts forced me lower, until my face was on the floor and sideways. Our grunts and my appreciative moans blended into a sexual frenzy in the mostly dark cupboard. His hands kept me from crumpling, and his last thrusts filled me and ended with a blisteringly hard ram of his cock that ground in and stayed there. I felt the twitch and enlargement as he came then the pressure of his come as it pumped out.
Replete, satisfied, I was left with nowhere to go except my mind and the floor as I replayed the moment. He let me collapse into a heap, my hands still bound. After a long while, counted by a hundred urgent heartbeats, he zipped up and came to kneel beside me.
His fingers were searching for the clip holding my wrist cuffs when the door swung open and let in the blaze of a corridor light.
“I see you prepared her for me. Nicely wet, Dr. Watson?”
From my squashed position on the floor, I watched Cassius lean his forearm on his leg, and his hand on my hip. “Indubitably, Holmes.” He’d riffed off the Sherlockian intro from the doctor.
I twisted to scowl at them. The lazy fog of my climax and the trepidation I always felt when seeing the two men together, blended into…something I had no words for.
Anticipation?
“I suspect she was in here handling her cunt without permission.”
“Ahh. Obviously, she is a girl who wants to be fucked in a cupboard then. You did the right thing, Cassius. Let me examine her.” The doctor replaced Cassius by my side and brought me into a head-down position again but propped on my knees. I tried to gain my feet, but doing that with my hands tied was impossible, especially with both of them watching and amused.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Need this?” Cassius offered the flashlight and ignored my question. “I almost put a gag on her, before.”
“I might do that.”
