Chapter Twenty Two
Icouldn’t do this, I told myself. shame battled with desire inside me as Bast’s lips finally reached my mouth, and he took it in a slow, sensuous kiss that sent fire through my veins. His grip tightened around my throat, allowing a little air through, but holding me still so he could plunder my mouth. I wanted to pull away, to refuse him, but I couldn’t resist his touch. Heat pooled in my core, flaring at every touch, at the feel of his hard cock pressed against my back. He liked it too, I realised. The way he dominated me, the way he knew without doubt that I was at his complete mercy.
His hand slipped down under my shirt and into the waistband of my pyjama bottoms. I struggled against him, letting out a sound of outrage when his fingers brushed against the dampness between my legs. At least, that”s what I”d meant it to sound like. He pulled his mouth away as he slid his fingers through my growing wetness.
“Bast, I can”t… I shouldn’t…”
“Who says?” he asked. “Who says you shouldn’t? I can feel that you want me, Paige. Your body cries out for me.” He slid a finger inside, curling it and I moaned.
“It’s wrong, I’m not…”
“Not what?” he asked, circling my clit with his thumb.
“I”m not a slut,” I gasped out.
“Mmm… I hate that word when you use it like that,” he murmured, kissing along my cheekbone, his fingers relentless. “All I see is a woman getting the pleasure she deserves. If that’s a slut, then you are mine, Paige.”
“What?” I asked, then arched my back gasping as he slid another finger inside.
“Mmm, yes, my sweet little slut. So turned on by my fingers deep inside her pussy. You’re dripping wet for me, Paige. Can’t you feel it?”
I could, and my face was on fire from the shame of it, from the sounds he made as he plunged his two fingers deeper inside me, and the way I writhed on top of them.
“I’m not… stop… I don”t even know you!”
“Oh but you are so wet for me, my beautiful one. Are you sure you want me to stop? You say so and yet your body... it says it wants me to fuck you so damn hard. You”re so wet my hand is soaked and every time I slide my fingers inside you...” He started fucking me harder with his fingers and I moaned, grabbing at his wrist. ”Every time my fingers are inside this hot little pussy, you push against me, craving more...”
“Bast…” I moaned.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered. ”Look at yourself.”
“I can’t,” I whimpered. His grip tightened around my throat.
“Open your eyes, Paige.” His command was absolute, and I obeyed. My top was unbuttoned, my breasts on full view as my chest rose and fell with the pants he drew from me. One hand around my throat and the other under the silk pyjama bottoms as he touched me. My eyes were bright, and my skin flushed.
“Beautiful,” Bast said in my ear. “My beautiful little whore. Are you going to come for me again?”
I nodded, my eyes fixed on his. He pulled his hand away, bringing it up to my face.
”Look how dripping wet you are, little slut. Look how much your pussy craves my touch. Did you see yourself? Riding my fingers like the little whore you are?”
I blushed even harder, and he slid his fingers into his mouth, licking my wetness from them.
“Fuck you taste good. Taste yourself.” He pushed two of his fingers into my mouth and I obliged, running my tongue over them. Bast closed his eyes and groaned.
“Fuck that’s good. Oh, Paige, you shouldn”t have been so good at that.”
He pulled his fingers out of my mouth, and slid them back between my legs, shoving them deep inside. I cried out and he began to circle my clit with his thumb. “You’re going to come for me, and then I’m going to give you my cock to suck like a good girl. You got that?”
“Yes,” I gasped, not sure if I could even speak anymore. His fingers moved faster, his grip tightened around my throat and he kissed me again, swallowing all my sounds. He pushed deeper into me, his thumb working over my swollen clit, his palm grinding against me. I whimpered at his touch, the heat building up inside me becoming too much to bear. ”I”m going to... Bast...”
”That”s it, Paige,” he growled, his words sending chills down my spine. ”Come for me.”
My back arched as the wave crashed over me, pleasure overwhelming every sense.
I came hard around his fingers and a cry ripped from my throat as the orgasm rocked through me.
”Good girl,” Bast murmured in my ear, his voice soothing me through the aftershock of pleasure. ”So good and wet for me.”
He pulled away, letting go of my throat, and I heard the zip of his trousers. Nerves spiked inside me, despite the aftermath of my climax. His cock stood erect in front of me, long and thick, and my eyes widened at the size of him. Bast saw my apprehension and laughed.
“If you’re intimidated by me, I’m going to really enjoy watching you take Nate.” He wrapped his fingers around his shaft, pumping it gently, moving around so he could see us both in the mirror. He reached down, sliding his other hand into my hair.
”Suck my cock,” he commanded, his voice no longer a seductive whisper but a harsh demand. And so I took him into my mouth, taking as much of him as I could. The taste of him was strange but not unpleasant, musky and male. I gagged as he pushed a little too deep and he pulled away.
”Easy, Paige. Start slow.” His fingers tightened in my hair, guiding me back to his length. The act, rough and degrading, was somehow even more arousing, and I took him in, swirling my tongue around his shaft, tasting him again.
He groaned, the sound echoing in the room. ”That”s it.” His hips moved subtly as I bobbed my head, taking more of him with each stroke.
”Yes... Just like that,” he moaned, his voice filled with desire and lust. ”You”re doing so good.” His words spurred me on and I moved faster, sucking him deeper into my mouth.
Bast was breathing heavily now, his grip in my hair rough but not painful. He watched me through heavy lidded eyes as I worked him towards climax. The erotic sight reflected in the mirror was a far cry from the innocent girl who had walked into this club. Here I was, on my knees before him with his cock in my mouth; his beautiful slut. A blush coloured my cheeks as I felt myself growing wet again. My body betrayed me, craved for more of him. The thought excited me and I increased the pace further.
”You”re doing well, Paige,” he praised. “Use your teeth too, but gently...” His voice sounded strained, but it made a thrill run through me. He was losing himself nearly as much as I had. The power of that, the knowledge of it, was intoxicating. I sucked harder and he jerked. A low curse spilled from his lips. I breathed around him, experimenting with using my teeth gently as I moved upwards along his shaft. His grip tightened in my hair at that, hinting at a loss of control that thrilled me.
”Yes... such a good girl,” he mumbled through gritted teeth. ”Such a good slut for me.”
His words seemed to spark something within me, a desire to please him, to drive him to the edge just like he did to me. So I let my hands wander, stroking what my mouth didn”t reach and massaging the balls below.
”Fuck!” he cursed again. His hips jerked involuntarily and seeing his control slipping was electrifying. I could bring this powerful man to his knees, push him to the edge. The taste of his arousal on my tongue was intoxicating, and it drove me to explore further. My free hand moved from his shaft to his thigh, squeezing the muscle there.
”Suck harder,” he ordered, his voice shaky. He looked as if he was fighting for control, but the grip on my hair softened. I obeyed and took him deeper, my fist now moving in sync with my mouth”s rhythm.
I swallowed as much of him as I could, loving the raw masculinity of it all. Never had I imagined myself to be this girl, down on her knees, pleasing a man like this. But in that moment, it felt right. It felt empowering. Every whimper, every moan Bast let out was my doing. He was at my mercy now and the thought thrilled me.
Bast’s hand tightened in my hair as I continued to suck him, a direct response to the pleasure I was giving him. “Christ, Paige,” he groaned out. The look in his eyes was one of pure lust and desire and I felt a warmth spread through me. Was this what it was to truly desire and be desired?
Suddenly Bast’s hand jerked in my hair and he withdrew from my mouth with a sharp intake of breath. His muscles strained, his chest rising and falling rapidly with exertion. “I’m going to…” he began. “Fuck, Paige, I’m going to come and you are going to swallow it all down like the little slut that you are, understand?”
I couldn’t answer, just continued as I was doing. He was watching us both in the mirror, and I watched too, captivated by the slide of his glistening shaft into my mouth. I looked up at his face, as I took him deeper. His gaze left the mirror, meeting my eyes and he groaned.
“God, you look so fucking innocent down there on your knees, Paige. Those wide eyes gazing up at me, like I’m fucking god himself.”
He brought his other hand to my head, and held me tight, taking control. I could barely move as he started to fuck my mouth hard, driving himself to the back of my throat. I fought not to gag as he thrust into me, and gasped for breath.
”Paige,” he groaned, the sound raw with desire.
With one final thrust, he drove himself deep into my throat. I watched him through narrowed eyes as he succumbed to pleasure. He was magnificent; every muscle in his body taut with tension, his face twisted into an expression of sheer ecstasy.
He released into my mouth and I swallowed obediently, struck by the rawness of this act, how primal it felt. He slumped back against the reflective surface behind him, breathing heavily and staring at me with dark lust-filled eyes.
”That was...” he began but didn”t finish as if words failed him. He simply stared at me as silence filled the room.
“Ok?” I asked, licking my lips for the last taste of him.
“Surprising,” he commented. “I thought you had no experience.”
“I don’t,” I blushed, looking down. His hand tightened in my hair and he dragged me up, and pushed me onto the vanity. The few bottles and ornaments on there crashed to the floor. Eyes on mine, he grabbed the waistband of the pyjama bottoms, and dragged them off my legs.
“What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer, forcing my legs apart and sitting on the stool between them. I tried to close them, suddenly shy at how he could see everything.
”Look at you,” he said. ”You”re dripping wet again. You love it, don”t you? You love being used like this.”
”No...” I protested weakly but a whimper escaped from me when his fingers brushed over a particularly sensitive spot. He was right. Feeling him fuck my mouth the way he had and use me like that, had made me ache for his touch all over again.
“Don’t lie to me, Paige,” he growled. “Never lie to me. Or I’ll kill you.”
My breath caught in my throat as his eyes met mine, deadly serious, then he lowered his head to my pussy and began to lick me roughly. I gasped, clutching onto the edge of the vanity for support as his tongue flickered over my clit. His hands held my legs apart, keeping me open and exposed to him. The sight of him between my legs was so erotic and powerful that it made me squirm in anticipation.
He continued his exploration with a ruthless focus, turning my whimpers into moans. His tongue and fingers worked together to make me fall apart. He seemed to know just where to touch, press and lick. Every swipe of his tongue sent jolts of pleasure running through me.
“Bast,” I breathed out, my hands tangling in his hair as he continued to lavish attention onto me. My hips bucked against his mouth, seeking more contact, more pleasure.
“You taste so sweet,” he rumbled against me, sending vibrations through my sensitive flesh.
His words drove me closer to the edge. I was losing control, pleasure mounting higher and higher within me. The tension coiled tighter in my lower belly and I knew I was close.
”Bast,” I whimpered out again, which only seemed to encourage him.
His pace quickened, fingers pressing deeper inside me as his mouth suckled greedily at my clit. Pleasure washed over me like a tidal wave. I cried out loudly as my orgasm hit me hard, my body shaking from the intensity of it.
“So sweet, like forbidden fruit,” he murmured, sliding his fingers inside me. “Fuck, I love the taste of your pussy, Paige. You’re going to come for me again so I can lick it all up.”
“No more,” I begged. “I can”t.”
“One more,” he told me firmly, then sucked my sensitive clit into his mouth. I cried out, and his hands pushed at my thighs, spreading them wider as his mouth devoured me. The sensation was too much; I clawed at the vanity beneath me, my body writhing in response to his enthusiasm.
”That”s right,” he purred. ”It feels good, doesn”t it? My little slut, crying out for my tongue. Not so innocent now, are we Paige?”
His words were a cruel mockery of the innocent girl I once was; I was becoming something else. Something darker. And if that meant giving into him completely, then so be it.
Fresh heat pooled within me as his fingers joined his mouth, working in sync to drive me to the edge of insanity. My head fell back as I lost myself in the pleasure he was giving me. I couldn”t help but moan out his name, my body trembling beneath him.
”No… no… stop…” I gasped out between pants, trying to push him away with shaking hands as each wave of pleasure overcame me.
But instead of stopping, Bast chuckled darkly and pushed two fingers inside of me. I cried out, my hips bucking upwards involuntarily to meet his thrusts. He began to lick at my clit again, making my whole body shake and shudder with delight.
I could feel myself nearing the edge; a bout of pleasure so intense that I knew it would break me.
Bast didn”t ease up. His movements became more determined, his tongue unrelenting. The pleasure was overwhelming, a blinding force that consumed me whole. I couldn”t breathe, I couldn”t think. I could only feel.
”Come for me, Paige.” His voice was a dark rumble against my sensitive skin.
Bast drove two fingers deep inside me and sucked hard on my clit. My world shattered into fragments of hot, blinding bliss. I screamed out, my fingers twisting through his hair pulling him against me as waves of pleasure washed over me, each one more intense than the last. My body jerked beneath him violently, my hips bucking against his mouth as he drank me in like a man starved.
Finally, after what felt like hours later, the waves subsided. Bast pulled away from me slowly, his eyes dark and intense as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
”Good girl,” he murmured before climbing to his feet. ”I knew you had it in you.”
I couldn”t speak, couldn’t think. I felt numb as his arms came around me, lifting me and carrying me across to the bed. He laid me down gently, then disappeared. I lay there, still trying to catch my breath. Bast reappeared at my side, and I felt the soft warmth of a damp cloth between my legs. I let him clean me up, knowing I was too far gone to even try to do it myself. When I was clean and dry, he lifted the heavy covers over me. For a moment I thought he might kiss me, but instead he looked down at me with those unfathomable dark eyes.
”Say yes, Paige. Say you”ll be ours. Say you”ll be mine.”
Sleep drifted over me, but I could hear the yearning in his voice. Had anyone ever wanted me so much? I didn”t think so.
”I”ll think about it,” I murmured.
I heard the sharp intake of breath, as I closed my eyes, and I smiled. There was silence for a few moments, and then he spoke again, his tone almost warm.
“Sleep, Persephone. No one will disturb you. You’re safe here.”
I closed my eyes, hearing the soft click of the door as he left the room. My mind turned over and over, trying to make sense of what I”d done, but exhaustion overtook me, and within minutes, I was sinking down into oblivion.