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Many submissives had tried playing the same game with him in the past—in an effort to prove they were the one who could withstand his torment. They all failed. So would Lillian Pringle.
Her cries intensified the second he alternated from one breast to the other in a wild suckling marathon that made her head spin. Hunter didn’t have to look into her eyes to know the battle had been won as one moan after the other escaped her lips. Nibbling on the nubs caused her body to twitch wildly against him as he simultaneously hilted his fingers deep inside her pussy. Without allowing her a breather, he pumped in and out, slow then faster. Looking up, he watched her face as he finger-fucked her, noticing the pleasure inside her building and rising, beckoning for more.
“I’m waiting, Lillian,” he growled as he released her nipple with a loud popping sound before crouching down. “Tell me, sub.” His tone brooked no resistance as he looked up at her shamed yet pleasure-filled face.
“Holy f-fuck,” she wailed in shock as he lifted one leg, holding onto her waist, and placed it over his shoulder.
“Indeed,” he murmured as he buried his face between her thighs. His tongue lapped over her slit, gently toggling her clit. Stroking, teasing, tasting… taking. In his usual unrestrained way, he placed his invisible mark on her, forcing her to acknowledge the feelings that coursed through her body. He took her on a flight of arousal, higher and higher, as he sucked and licked, devouring her pussy as if it was the best meal he’d ever had. To be honest, he had a difficult time remaining unaffected since her bouquet was an intoxicating drug he could easily become addicted to.
Unaware of her nails cutting into his shoulders, he angled his face for deeper penetration, roistering in the carnal cries exploding from her lips, as wanton as they were pure in her lustful enjoyment.
Lifting his head, he licked his lips slowly as he wiped his chin with the back of his hand. Every action was deliberate. His expression showed nothing of what he was feeling, appearing unaffected to those who watched.
The gasp floating toward him from her as their eyes met was testimony that she identified the look in his eyes, a predatory tiger on the hunt—hunger, the type that wants to own and possess. He straightened but didn’t touch her… waiting.
“Yes, Master Crow,” The husky whisper was barely noticeable above the excited twittering of the crowd. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Thank you, Lillian, for the honor. I will endeavor not to disappoint you.”
Lilith
How am I supposed to keep my shit together when he manages to reach deep inside me with little or no effort and demand the kind of submission I didn’t even know was hidden inside me?
Lilith silently bemoaned her fate as she struggled to remain standing long after her tormentor had lowered her leg to the floor and stepped back.
Although she had scoffed at Delia’s warning, like all the other women, she had come undone in his hands. The pull of orgasmic bliss he had offered her not only embraced her, it swallowed her whole, igniting in a place so deep in her core, she was still shaken. Her skin continued to sizzle from the fiery heat he had set alight, spreading over her body to scorch and burn from the inside out.
Breathe, Lilith. Fucking breathe!
She was still gasping for air, leaving her incapable of unscrambling her mind. The buzzing after-effect and her reaction to his seduction shook her more than she cared to admit. She hadn’t even climaxed, but her body reacted as if she had. Swallowing a stuttering breath, she took another peek at him through the sooty fan of her long lashes. As much as she was left undone and boneless, he, the mighty Master Crow, presented the same indifferent expression as before.
“It’s time, subbie. Please stand in the center of the platform so the Masters can chain you up.”
Lilith’s eyes wandered to the chains that had been lowered from the rafters. Two were attached to O-rings in the floor she hadn’t noticed before.
“Chained? I thought it was an edging scene. Why am I being constrained?”
“Since the scene is in the pit and witnessed by many, we need to ensure they have the benefit of viewing all parts of you. In other words, your body, and your face. The chains are basically used to assist you to stay upright, because once we start, believe me, your legs will give out under the strain of lust rushing through your veins.” A large hand curved under her chin, and he nudged her closer by tightening his hold. “Remember, Lillian, you have the power to end this whenever you feel it’s too much for you.”
“But what if I’m just overwhelmed and need a breather?”
“Breathing in a situation like this is overrated,” he teased and chuckled as she glowered at him. “Yellow, subbie. Use the word yellow, and I will listen to your concerns. One warning, though. If I find that you are stopping play purely to keep from climaxing before I tell you too, it won’t end well for you.”
“And if I climax before you give permission?”
“For every climax I didn’t ask for, I will add ten minutes to the edging. Make no mistake, Lillian. This scene will not end until I am happy that the climax you have when the time is ripe happens on my command. It can be over in an hour, or it could continue throughout the night. You are the driver of your own fate tonight.”
“An hour! You’re going to edge me for an hour before I’m allowed to come? That’s torture!”
“No, subbie. That’s sexual torment to achieve the greatest pleasure you’ve ever had.” He pointed to where Masters Scrooge and Raven were waiting. “Now, Lillian, time’s a wastin’.”
During her relationship with Rocco, Lilith learned to hate restraints. Since she wanted to experience the full spectrum of what submission truly meant, it was the first aspect of BDSM she had explored once she started visiting clubs. Now, she was relaxed and accepted the freedom being tied up offered. At least she wouldn’t have to worry what to do with her hands once the scene started.
All she had to do was to concentrate on the pleasure Master Crow had promised.
Except climaxing until he tells you to. Don’t forget about that, Lilith.
Yeah, there’s that, I guess.
