Chapter 16 #2
"Lavender! Hey, baby, look at me." I grab her chin and force her frightened, wide eyes to meet mine.
At first, it's like she doesn't see me; she's trapped in whatever horror has put that look on her face.
"I will never force you into anything, do you hear me?
I just want to make you feel good, but say the word, and those come right off. "
I motion with my chin at the cuffs around her wrists, and my hand fists the sheet at her side, refusing to lay another finger on her.
Her fingers tighten into fists, as she once again yanks on the chains, and her breathing becomes labored.
I reach across her body, ready to uncuff her, and she manages to dig her teeth into my shoulder.
"FUCK..." I groan at the pain, and it instantly stills my movements.
I'm embarrassingly hard right now. I can feel drops of my precum coating the inside of my pants, and I'm reminded that I went commando today.
The sensation of the rough material rubbing against my crown isn't helping matters, along with the pain my little purple pixie fairy is inflicting.
"Mmmm, Lavender, can you stop biting me, so I can release you?
" I growl, my neck tilted back as I try to stop my eyes from rolling to the back of my skull with pleasure.
Her teeth release my flesh, and I almost beg her to bite me again.
I chew down on the inside of my bottom lip, until my mouth fills with the taste of copper pennies, to halt the words that will make me sound pathetic.
"Little cub, if you fail to make me come, just know when I get free from your little chains, we’re going to have a real problem," her husky voice has me instantly staring down at her with surprise.
The look of fear has disappeared, and in its place is one of curiosity, heat, and attraction.
However, I'm sure I still see hesitation, almost as if she's forcing herself to continue, rather than demanding I remove the cuffs.
The realization that this woman has secrets, lots of them, slides over me.
I should stop this now. I don't want to get wrapped up in whatever her deal with Mayhem is.
I'm trying to stay under their radar, win my fights, pocket my money, and get the hell out of Soule at the first opportunity.
"Not up to the task, little lion?" Her sexy voice inquires, as one eyebrow lifts in defiance.
Just like that, any thought about stopping this, and walking away from her, goes up in rapid smoke.
I slide completely off of her, crawl to the end of the bed, grab both her ankles, reach forward, and seize the waistband of her tight bike shorts and yank them down until her pretty cunt, covered in black, cotton underwear, is exposed.
I spread her legs wide to accommodate my broad, muscular shoulders.
A shiver races through her body, and her back bows slightly off the bed, bringing me unhinged satisfaction.
"Damn, baby, you've wrapped my present in my favorite color.
" I yank the shorts until they reach her knees, and with a naughty smirk, I grab the stretchy material with both hands, and rip them apart.
"Oops, I hope those weren't your favorite pair.
" I drag my eyes away from the place I long to bury my face, and meet her expression of fury.
"Those were expensive, asshole," she growls, as I lean forward and lick a line right above the waistband of her panties.
"Promise, I'll buy you a new pair, Lavender," I groan as I use my teeth to drag her panties down past her waist, and my nose rubs against her heated flesh.
Fuck, she smells so damn delicious. I'm about to gorge myself on the finest meal.
A moan sounds in the air as she lifts her ass up, assisting me with getting her panties off.
"You're making a lot of promises, Simba, the lion cub. Let's hope you're not all roar and no talent."
Is there anything sexier than a woman challenging you to prove your worth?
Fuck, not to me. I fist her panties, and rest my chin against her pretty pussy.
"Say goodbye to these, too, pretty girl.
They're about to die a quick death." I yank, and the sound of material tearing, and her whimper, fills the air.
I throw the fabric on the side of my bed and feast my eyes on her pretty mound.
She's freshly waxed, except for a landing strip of hair that leads me to paradise.
I rub my nose down the strip of neatly trimmed dark hair, getting my fill of her scent.
"You're a little deviant freak, aren't you, cub?
" Olly's voice is filled with heat, the words just above a whisper.
I chuckle 'cause if she only knew how close she's hit the mark with her words, she'd probably run.
Maybe one day I'll get to show her all the shit I'm into, that's if she doesn't immediately ghost me after this, not that I have any plans of allowing her to do that.
I'm about to be stuck to her like a tick on a bloodhound.
I push her thighs wider and settle down on my stomach between them. “I wonder if your pretty cunt tastes even better from the source. Shall we find out?” My tongue slides out, and licks her from clit to puckered hole and back again, gaining my first taste of her sweetness.
"Oh, fuck." Her back arches off the bed with my next lick.
I trail my tongue through her soaked pussy lips, licking and sucking up all of her wetness, until I reach her hard, little clit.
My lips wrap around it, and I thrash it back and forth with my tongue, before sucking hard until I elicit a scream from her lips.
"Who's purring now, baby?" I grin into the skin just above her clit, as she tries to buck me off again, then wraps her muscular thighs tightly around my ears. Squeeze, baby. All I picture is a watermelon shattering under the strength in her legs, and that turns my libido up another notch.
"Shut the fuck up and enjoy your dinner, kitty," Olly giggles as she suffocates me in her pussy, and my cock gets even harder at the thought that my last breath could be filled with her sweet scent, and taste.
I suck and lick her clit, and slide my hand forward, stroking the crease where her core meets her upper thigh before sliding my fingers to her opening.
I push against her hold, needing to see her face as I plunge my fingers inside of her.
She lifts her head and meets my gaze, staring down at me as a blush crosses her cheeks, and she bites down on her bottom lip.
"You taste like my demise, sweet Lavender." I don't hesitate, plunging two fingers deep inside her slick core and begin to thrust to a rhythm that matches the tempo of my frantic heartbeat. Damn, she's so tight and warm, my poor cock leaks and begs to get in on the action.
"Ohmygod, fuck! Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes!" I increase my pressure, rubbing against a spot on her internal front wall, and thrusting as deep as I can, while my tongue lashes at her clit over and over again.
I watch her body and features for cues on whether to pick up momentum, slow down, or apply more pressure.
"Fuck, please don't stop! Please!" Her head tilts back against my sheets, cascading them in beautiful purple and brown waves, and something inside of my chest tightens painfully until my next breath hitches.
I slip another finger inside of her tight hole, stretching her, and her wetness drips down my palm.
The sounds escaping her, combined with the sound of her wetness, are pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
I haven't cum in my pants since I was a prepubescent boy, but Olly is about to make that happen.
Her core tightens down hard on my fingers like a vice, and I watch with wonderment as her whole body seizes up tight, her muscles contracting underneath all her soft, golden skin.
Her mouth opens, and a loud moan leaves her pretty lips as she cums, causing the hairs on my arms to stand on end.
"Oh my god, fuck, cub, so good," she wails over and over, and my body fills with pride that I caused that to happen.
When she's come down from her high, I slide my fingers from inside of her pussy and slip them inside of my mouth, sucking them clean, and she watches with dilated pupils, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"That's one, Lavender. Just three or four more to go, and then I'll let you rest, maybe."