Chapter 19
Salem
Like in a trance, I grabbed Heresy’s hand, and we climbed the rickety stairs again. I didn’t give a second thought to what had awaited us before. A large four-poster bed awaited us now, complete with a spooky veil. He held it open as I climbed onto the bed. The clouds had passed and moonlight lit the room, as we stripped of our clothes.
I didn’t expect things to get so dirty and depraved, when Heresy pulled out his pierced cock.
The sight of him, naked and aroused, sent a jolt of desire through me. I reached out, wrapping my fingers around his pierced length. He hissed in pleasure, his eyes darkening with desire.
“Salem,” he snarled, his voice all low and gravelly. “You have no idea what you're doing to me.”
I smiled, my confidence growing. “Maybe I do.”
I slid my hand up and down his shaft, feeling the metal bob against my palm with each stroke. His hips bucked beneath my touch, his breathing growing ragged.
“You're right, witchy,” he panted. “You know exactly what you're doing.”
I bit my lip, a faint blush creeping up my cheeks as I continued to explore him. My fingers discovered new territory, massaging his heavy balls and teasing the sensitive spot beneath.
Heresy groaned, thrusting into my hand with renewed vigor. “God, Salem, you're so wicked.”
I grinned mischievously, feeling a thrill coursing through me at the thought of him being completely under my control. “Wicked is just the beginning.”
My fingers firmly encircled his pierced cock again, fueled by determination and an overwhelming lust. Heresy's body tensed beneath me, his flesh hardening even more under my touch.
“Salem,” he gasped, sounding all kinds of desperate. “You have no idea how much power you hold over me.”
I had a smug smile on my face. “Maybe I do.”
My hand moved in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding effortlessly against my palm as I worked him.
A low growl escaped Heresy's lips, his hips bucking with every stroke. “You're right,” he panted, eyes locked onto mine. “You know exactly what you're doing. but it’s my turn to show you what I can do.”
Heresy’s hand dropped down to pet my pussy and he wasn’t gentle. There was no build up before he slid his fingers inside me, probing my depths and eliciting a gasp from my lips. We were making out hard, our tongues fighting for control as he kept touching me. But all too soon, he removed his hand and took mine away from him.
In one swift motion, he positioned himself between my legs. I felt the metal bead rubbing against my clit. I looked down between us. The cold metal piercing on his cock glistened in the moonlight. Then it disappeared. I could feel the head of his dick parting me, stretching me in a way that sent ripples of pleasure coursing through my body.
The room was dead quiet, except for our heavy breathing and the sound of us getting close. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in, eager to feel all of him. It was so primal, raw, and I couldn't get enough of it. He filled me completely, the sensation making me squeal.
His gaze fixated on mine, his look of desire and something beyond our years. It all felt so familiar and right. It was like he could read my every desire, and he was determined to fulfill them all. He moved slowly at first, sinking deeper into me with each thrust.
“You're so tight,” he groaned, against my lips. “And so wet.”
I moaned, feeling his pierced shaft hitting all the right spots within me. Heresy continued to thrust into me, his pace increasing as he became more lost in us.
“Harder,” I whispered, my voice ragged with need.
He didn't need to be told twice. His thrusts became aggressive, dominating, completely taking control. I met his force with my own, meeting him stroke for stroke. The bed creaked in time with our movements, the sounds of our bodies echoing around the old house.
His hands gripped my hips, his eyes locked on mine as he moved inside me. He muttered, his voice hoarse. “You're going to be the death of me, witch.”
I grinned, feeling a surge of power. “Maybe that's the point.”
Heresy's pierced cock thrust into me with a deep-seated hunger, his dominance both thrilling and terrifying.
“Say my name,” I challenged, daring him to claim me completely.
“Salem,” he growled, the word a declaration, a possession. “You’re mine. Say it.”
“Hersey, I’m yours.”
“I'm gonna lose it,” he growled, thrusting harder, his pierced length hitting me just right.
“I think that's the idea.”
His hands gripped my hips tighter, pulling me closer as he rammed into me with relentless abandon. Our bodies slapped against each other, the scent of our arousal filling the air. My hair was a mess in my face, and I gripped his shoulders, nails digging in as pleasure and pain tangled together.
The pleasure built and built until it was almost unbearable. I cried out, my form shaking and shuddering as wave after wave of bliss crashed over me. Heresy followed soon after, groaning loudly as he filled me.
We lay there for a moment, catching our breath. The storm had passed, the darkness outside replaced by a star-filled sky. And in that moment, I knew that whatever curse hung over this place wouldn't keep us apart.
But I had another question, was it pushing us together?