Chapter 32
Chapter thirty-two
Winona Bishop
Never Enough — Black Atlass
Upside down, my heart still cavorts in excitement as I’m lifted inch by inch. Goosebumps prick my skin. My hardened nipples cut through the thin fabric of my sports bra. Electric shocks race down my neck, spine, and center, curling my toes and rushing back up.
Reeve peels his shirt over his head single-handedly and tosses it over his shoulder.
My greedy eyes trace along his biceps, drinking in the ink covering every inch of his skin as he returns from the tree. Beads of sweat gather in the sharp dips of his muscles as he paces leisurely, circling my ensnared body like prey.
I will never get enough of him.
My breath catches when I feel him looming closely behind me.
I feel less excited about not being able to see that python snake, Mona.
He grabs my ankle, and my head snaps up to see what he’s doing. He yanks the ropes hanging from the hook that the net is attached to, securing my legs and spreading them farther apart.
I take short breaths as the pressure around my neck increases from all the blood rushing downward.
The chills in my body multiply as Reeve grabs the waistband of my jean shorts and tears the fabric in half with his knife. Then he tears off the remaining two pieces from my legs.
He eyes my soaked underwear, a wicked curl forming at the corner of his mouth. Without a second thought, he sticks his tongue out and swipes it over the middle section of my underwear—right over my slit.
Squirming against the restraints, I moan in pleasure.
“Always ready for me,” he growls through clenched teeth.
I spasm.
More of my thick arousal oozes out slowly, gathering between my thighs.
His knuckles feather my heated skin, venturing up and down my thighs. His warm breath brushes my flesh before his lips trail wet kisses along the inner side.
I clutch the stagnant air, wishing it were his hips, shoulders, arms—any part of him I can hold.
Tension coils in the base of my belly. Thoughts drift away almost entirely.
I take a deep breath; the earthy smell of the forest mixes with his sandalwood cologne and cigarette smoke that always clings to him. Potent. Sensual. Seductive.
Why did he smoke, though? he only smokes when he’s—
My limbs turn to stone when Mona touches my leg. Her dry scales make my skin crawl. She slithers leisurely, flicking her tongue as another hiss harmonizes with the forest’s dark atmosphere.
My throat is paper dry.
Something else tears apart and echoes between us, but I’m too overwhelmed. Distracted. My heart thunders in my ears. Too many things happen at once as I realize my underwear is falling to the ground, and Mona crawls up my thigh.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Do you need to use your safe word?” Reeve asks in a serious tone.
It’s not a game to him when it concerns my peace of mind, well-being, and physical state.
I feel as delicate as a feather beneath his touch and as fierce as a goddess when he looks at me the way he does.
I’m honored. Cherished. Claimed. By none other than the love of my life. My twin flame.
He is all I’ve ever wanted.
“No,” I reply confidently. “Leave her.”
“As you wish.”
I hear the grin spreading across his face through his voice.
“Good girls are rewarded when they conquer their fear like you.” He spreads my ass cheeks. A deep growl rumbles in his chest when he finds the flat edge of the butt plug I put in last night.
Reeve twists it, and I shudder.
I know he wants me to free myself from this fear—a fear that has festered in me because of that clown in the circus.
“Let’s turn your fear into a kink,” he declares in his deep, husky voice, stepping in front of me, and I grip his hips tightly. “Leave your marks.”
Parting my pussy with his fingers, his wicked tongue licks my opening and travels up to my clit. He attacks it with the ferocious strokes of his tongue.
He slurps around me, needing to devour. Claim. Own.
I want to push against his mouth, but I can’t.
He licks my pussy back and forth. My back arches. Moans coloring the forest anew. He hums around my swollen clit, pinching me gently and toying with my slick lips before two fingers push against my entrance, lodging inside me.
I cry out his name.
Reeve thrusts his fingers in and out and slurps around my clit.
I keep still with shaky breaths as Mona reaches the juncture of my thigh.
“Not there, little friend,” Reeve says, amusement echoing in his voice, “That’s my jurisdiction.” He places the snake on my back, and she slithers upward, eager to reach up and coil around my neck. “It’s okay, Baby. Let her do her thing. She’s not going to harm you.”
“Reeve, oh my god, Reeve.” My panicked voice envelops me.
My face scrunches up in disgust. I swallow around the thickness in my throat, and moan loudly when Reeve sucks my clit hard enough to bring me to an explosive orgasm.
His fingers push deep inside me, and he curls them at the perfect spot.
Then, twists the butt plug with his free hand.
The snake tightens around my throat. My eyes roll back from the pleasure they all bring me.
I ride the crest happily until the climax fades.
I gasp as Mona relaxes her body. A dreamy smile spreads across my face, but a whirlwind of emotions crashes in my chest.
A tear dampens my lashes and rolls down my temple.
“The only tears allowed in here are the ones between your thighs,” Reeve says in a hushed voice, kneeling to look into my eyes. My cum glistens on his lips as he licks it clean.
“What if it’s freeing and helping me?” I ask, tears filling my eyes.
“Let it out, Baby.” He wipes them all with his soft lips, peppering me with kisses. “I’ll lick them to taste the high only I can give you.”
The storm within me gradually calms, and I nod.
“How was Mona?”
“Surprisingly, not bad.”
“She’s still around your neck,” he points out.
I pause for a moment, then take a deep breath.
“Good girl.” Reeve grins widely, slipping the cool edge of his knife under my sports bra, and with a quick flick, slices the fabric down the middle. I stretch my arms to let him remove it, but he cups my breast instead, wrapping his lips around my nipple to suck.
My eyes squeeze shut.
The blade skims my collarbone and travels to my other nipple, rubbing against it softly, then vanishes, and a slap replaces it.
I arch my back. Mona tightens around my neck again.
Bursts of pleasure swim in my belly. Reeve clasps his teeth around my sensitive nipple, scraping my areola and sinking them into it.
I whimper in ecstasy, biting my bottom lip as the pleasurable sensation washes over me.
Being at the mercy of his rough touch is a pill I would gladly swallow over and over without a second thought.
“More,” I beg as he removes my sports bra. “Please, more.”
He spits on the nipple he hasn’t touched yet, licking my areola in circles. The growing stubble on his cheeks tickles me. My arms wrap around his neck, nails digging into his back, leaving a crescent-shaped mark on his skin.
He hums around me in approval.
“Reeve, I want your cock in my mouth,” I clarify, and he pauses.
“Anything for my good girl.” He straightens up, and my eyes land on the glistening hair descending from his navel down to the bulge in his pants. It’s directly in front of me, aching. “Wet it all for me, I need to be inside you.”
I unhook the button of his pants and drag the zipper down. His thick cock bounces out, swollen, red, and glistening with pre-cum. Reeve helps me push his pants and briefs down enough to do what I want to do.
I fist his cock—the heavy weight of it in my palm makes my cheeks flush—and stroke it from the base while my tongue toys with the head, giving him quick swirls just to drive him mad.
He groans in pleasure and twists my clit and butt plug as a punishment.
I hum against him, and he thrusts into my hand.
“Jerk.”
“Cock sucker.”
“A proud one,” I finish my statement by cramming his cock inside my mouth. He roars as I let him hit the back of my throat.
I twist my tongue along the underside of his shaft, flicking each piercing to enhance his pleasure as he starts going in and out.
“Fuck, that’s a good girl.” He growls. “Keep going.”
I hollow my cheeks and suck him hard.
“Just like that. That’s how I like it.”
I memorize every vein, each piercing that slides along my tongue and hits the back of my throat. He drives into me fast and hard.
His groans and whimpers are so resonant. So guttural.
My hands reach up to push his hips away. I slurp around his balls, watching him lose it completely.
He’s so far gone. So deep in desire.
I drag my tongue along his length and give the crown of his cock a quick suction. My sticky arousal piles up as heat climbs up my body. Reeve takes Mona from around my belly and puts her around his neck.
He looks for something in his pocket, and a wicked smirk spreads across my face.
“Did you steal my lighter?” he questions, cocking his eyebrow at me.
I nod around him.
He shakes his head and pulls his cock out of my mouth. “You can’t escape me.”
“How else are you going to fuck me harder?”
He chuckles darkly, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he bites his lip. With a quick head shake, he cuts the ropes with his pocket knife, and I fall into his arms.
He carries me under the shade of a nearby tree. My back collides with the rough trunk as he lines himself with my entrance and fills me to the hilt with one. Deep. Thrust.
“Fuck…”
We moan together.
My legs are wrapped around his hips as he starts pounding into me. His palm on my breasts feels rougher. Eager. He squeezes it, spreading his fingers wider and pinching my nipple between his index and middle fingers.