Chapter Eight
Maverick.
We’re in Room Seven of Inferno. Another place we rented out for the evening to celebrate our engagement and the beast in me also wants to celebrate… amongst other things. But first thing’s first. I may have just gotten engaged to my Siren… but, well… she’s been a very bad girl.
Raven’s wings shimmer in the low light of the room - wings I purchased specifically for this monumental occasion.
Damon and Jonas requested to watch the way I torture her during our alone times and I obliged them.
Just this once. If they later want to join - by all means.
But they’re… delicate when it comes to her. They see one little tear and crumble.
I see one little tear and I… well, it fucking fuels me.
Hair braided and resting along her spine, she’s in my preferred humble position, palms and forehead to the ground, back slightly arched, thighs spread so wide every millimeter of her ass and pussy are on display for our eyes to feast…
“Aren’t you a sight…” I trail off and her wings shimmer just right, scrutinizing her but only to commit her to memory.
I kneel behind her, lick my finger, and reach forward, finding her slick with her own arousal. Of all the things that could turn on my woman, it’s the trepidation of knowing I’m going to let my beast out and wreak havoc on her that turns her on the most. My good girl.
“I’m going to ask you a series of questions and you’re going to answer by using your mouth. Do you understand?”
It’s a muffled whisper, but I hear it. “Yessir.”
I keep my fingertips dancing along her clit. “Last week you were stand-offish, rude, and you cried in my arms. Why?”
“She cried in your arms?” Jonas whimpers.
I hold out a finger to him to shut him up. This is my time to interrogate and interrogate I shall.
“I’m sc-sc-scared.”
“Of what?” I plunge two wide fingers into her dripping entrance, loving the feel of her walls stretching only to clench around them. Those gorgeous wings of hers shimmer again at my gentle assault.
She huffs out a soft sigh as though the words she’s about to say fill her with shame and they should. “Boring you.”
I hike a brow. This I already knew thanks to Sabrina. I begin to fuck her with my fingers, shoving in a third, causing her to squeal. “Does it feel as though I’m bored right now, Angel?”
“NO!” She shivers.
I withdraw my fingers and rub them over the skin of her asshole, rimming it, then lean over to the small tray I brought containing a few items from the bountiful unopened toys Inferno has to offer.
I had Jonas open and wash a few select pieces before taking his place by Damon.
I grab the bottle of lube and squirt it onto my fingers, warming it up for her, then delicately trace her puckered hole.
She lets out a low moan, those wings of hers sparkling in the light and my dick roars to life. Fuck, I’m addicted to that sound and the woman who elicits them. “What’s the rule, Siren?”
“Take what you give me.”
Perfect. I dip my fingers into her asshole and push past that tight ring of muscle, fucking it just to watch her soft skin yielding to me. Fuck. I love that. “How about now, Siren? Does it feel like I’m bored with you?”
“No… sir.”
With my free hand I reach over and grab the anal plug, lubing it up. It’s large and bulbous, perfect for what we have planned later. “You were also a very bad girl and tried to get Jonas to spill our surprise. You would have ruined your entire engagement. Why?”
“Don’t… ugh!” She trembles when I remove my fingers from her ass.
I move so Damon and Jonas can watch as I slowly push the anal plug inside of her, again, mesmerized by the way her lovely skin stretches to accommodate it.
Just to please myself and torture just a fraction more, I fuck her with it.
Her gorgeous ass grips the bulbous part, and I cannot wait to fill this hole later and return this plug to her ass to stop my cum from leaking out.
Depraved.
But only for her.
“Filthy fucking girl.” I spank her when it’s inside and the flare of the base is nestled properly. “Answer me, Siren.” I spank her again just because I love the way my handprints show up on her beautiful skin.
“I… d-don’t like sss-secrets.”
I spread her asscheeks apart and push the meat of them up to see the way her fat little pussy is glistening, that white ambrosia of hers already collecting, dripping down to her clit. “Look at that…”
Taste…
Feast…
I swallow the saliva that pools in my mouth, my cock already aching to feel her clench around me. “Is all that for me?”
“Yes.” she hisses.
“I’m just getting started, Siren.” I stand from where I was kneeling behind her and take the tray to the sideboard. “Kneel for me.”
“Jesus Christ,” Jonas murmurs.
Our fiancé is kneeling in nothing but her wings and that damn leather halter chest piece that showcases her perfect breasts.
The best part? The fucking collar containing a small ring.
I have plans for that later that involve a custom made leash.
For now… I’ll resort to more mild practices we’re used to.
After all, I wouldn’t want to scare the guys their first time observing.
I go to the Saint Andrews cross, bringing a few more things I know she’ll enjoy. Then go back and stand before her. “You are a devastating sight, Siren. But did I fall in love with your beauty? Look. At. Me.”
She winces, closing those twin amber flames before opening them again. “No sir.”
I reach down to cup her chin, run my thumb over her bottom lip, and press it between her lips.
I groan internally at the soft wiggle of her tongue on the pad of my thumb.
I turn her head to look at the stripe of silver hair at her temple.
Silver against the dark mahogany. “No, I didn’t.
Every imperfection or flaw you think you have, is another reason I am enamored by you.
Everything you have survived. Everything you have overcome.
My fearless, dark angel.” I turn her head again so I can stare down into those caramel pools darkening with desire.
“Now, take me out. Slowly. There you go… mmhmm… slower.” I hiss when the coolness of her hand touches the hot skin of my cock, so hard. So ready to ruin her.
“Good girl. Open… wider… that’s it.” With a fist, I guide my cock into her waiting mouth, dragging it back out so I can do it again.
“Fuck, that’s beautiful. So beautiful with my cock in your filthy, naughty mouth.
Mmhmm… just a little more… God that’s good.
No, Raven. Don’t move your tongue. Mmm… That’s right.
Fuuucckkk. Such a good girl when you want to be, aren’t you?
The best when you let me use you… hmmm. Is that what you need? For me to use you?”
Big brown eyes so full of desire look up at me, tears starting to fall. One small nod of her head.
Rut.
I withdraw from her mouth even though I don’t want to.
I’m tempted to have Jonas replace me for a second but this isn’t the main course.
This is only the beginning. In more ways than one and that’s why tonight is so fucking imperative.
She needs to realize a few things and tonight, I’m making it very, very clear.
“Stand, Raven. On your feet.” She obeys almost too eagerly and I lead her over to the Saint Andrews cross by hooking my finger into that damn little ring on her harness. I fucking love this thing. I’m ordering a plethora later. “Face me. Lean back. Arms up.” I strap her in. “Color?”
“Yellow.”
I nod once. “Spread your legs. I want you to know, you’ll be completely at my mercy. Use your safe word at any point and time and it all stops. Now, color?”
“Green.”
“Good girl.” I sink to my haunches, the sweetest cunt I've ever tasted on display not just to look at but to devour. And soon, I’ll have all of her exposed completely.
I’ll pluck those pretty little wings of hers right off and remind her she’s my whore.
My beauty. Mine. I suck her entire pussy into my mouth, and she yelps, grinding against my face.
I grin as my tongue explores her, seeking more of her nectar to nourish my beast. My tongue curls up and into her, causing her thighs to tremble.
I pull away. “Did you think I was going to be sweet to you? Lick your pussy nicely?”
“No!” she gasps.
I thrust two fingers into her. “Who do you belong to, Raven?”
“You!”
I snarl, going back to feast on her cunt until she’s shaking and squeezing me tight.
I pull away from her altogether, chuckling when those pretty little tears of frustration fall.
“Awww… poor little Raven was a bad girl and has to face the consequences. Is that what it is, Siren? Hmm? You weren’t disciplined enough as a child and don’t know how to just be a good girl, do you?
Look at you now… crying to come like a pathetic little slut for my cock.
” Exactly how I want her- pinned, desperate to come, and doing her best to please me.
I grab the crop and have it come down on her tits.
They bounce softly and turn my favorite shade of pink on her.
Her back arches once more, into my pain, the light above her making her look even more ethereal. How is that possible?
“Color?”
“Green!”
So I bring it down again and again to her breasts, her thighs, her clit, over and over until she’s crying my name.
I let it fall to the floor, go to my angel and grab her roughly by the nape of her neck, my other hand once again goes between her plush thighs.
I let my fingers taptaptap gently on her engorged clit.
I bring my face down to hers, my lips but a few centimeters away from hers.
“Maverick,” she bucks against my fingers, tears spilling freely.
“Shhh Siren… there you are… so beautiful. Cry for me. That’s it… my pretty fucking girl.”
“Please! I need… I need you.”
“You get the minimum, Siren. Just like you gave us all of last week.” I fist my cock and guide the tip of myself to her sopping wet, hot cunt, and bring my hand back up to cup her chin so she has to look at me.
“Fuuucccckkk.” I kiss her salty lips. “That’s it.
Now, try to fuck yourself on my cock. Seek me, Siren. Do your best.”
She does. In frustrated mewls she tries her best to fuck me, barely succeeding with an inch or two, but not enough. “Maverick, p-please!” She sobs, doing her best to bear down and failing. Practically growling like a feral kitten.
Adorable.
I pout my lips, furrow my brow and mock her little mewls.
“Awww… you can’t, can you? You need more, right?
You need this little pussy to be filled all the way, don’t you?
You need to be stretched and fucked like the dirty, desperate, depraved little slut you are for my cock.
” I chuckle darkly when her attempts are momentarily futile, unable to get more than a few inches of me inside.
I lick up one of her tears, planting a kiss on her temple.
“Fucking delicious. Do you understand now, Angel? Hmm? This is what it feels like when you shut us out. This is what it feels like when you deprive us of your thoughts. Your touch. Your heart”
“I’m sorry!”
I know she is. Which is why I shove every fucking inch of myself into her searing, wet heat, cursing when she screams my fucking name in her soul-shattering rasp.
My eyes cross but I focus them back at the beautiful mess in my hands.
“My gorgeous fucking girl.” thrust. “Fuck, Raven.” thrust. “There you go, Hellfire.” Thrust thrust thrust.
I can hear Jonas and Damon behind me groaning and it’s all so fucking lewd and obscene. Like our own personal corner of paradise on Earth.
“Christ, Raven-” I can feel her beginning to clamp around me and it takes everything in me to withdraw, not letting my beast rut and fuck up into her but I’m not alone here. There’s a plan. I make a motion with my head and a very naked Jonas gets up from whatever he’s doing with Damon to help me.
“No!” she screams, more tears falling. “Please! I’ll- I’ll b-be s-s-so g-good. I pr-promise! Green!” She cries desperately, making my wicked heart soar. She struggles in the restraints. “Green!”
Jonas helps me untie her and just like I said, I remove her wings. I grab the little ring on her harness on her neck and tug her to the breeding bench. Damon comes and helps us strap her legs into the stirrups, doctor that he is. Although I’m sure gynecology is only a hobby.
“I’ll be good!” She cries out again. My poor girl thinks she’s still going to be punished. In a way, she is. But this time, only in the most delightful ways.
“Color?”
“Green!”
I smirk, withholding my groan when I see the glorious mess between her legs.
She’s dripping. I grab the flogger from the tray, letting the tresses hit her smooth skin.
Over and over I let them flop over her, so she calms down.
Little pink whelps show up on her skin but her ass needs my handprints.
So I do just that. I spank and knead her ass, rub it, finger her pretty little pussy and again until she’s squirming, searching for me. My fingers. My love.
I finally strip out of my boxer briefs and round the breeding bench to her side so she sees me.
I bend forward and cup her chin once more.
“I refuse to begin a marriage where there is no clear communication. Your thoughts belong to us. Your body. Your soul. Your heart. You have an issue, lift your pretty fingers, or you open this beautiful mouth of yours. I love you. If I can fix it, I will. If I can't, I’ll find a way. Your happiness is my priority, Raven. Do you understand me?”
“Yes!” She gasps and I know Jonas is kneeling before her, eating her delectable cunt. She’s fighting not to close her eyes, to keep her honey gaze on me and that pleases me.
Pleases the beast.
“Good. Now, we’re going to use you. No hole will be left unabused. Color?”
Her eyes cross and I stifle a laugh. “Green, please.”