CHAPTER NINE #2
“What?” I whisper.
“Are you ready to beg? You’re fucking me with your eyes, Little Devil.” He sits up straighter, his hand is still on his thigh lightly tapping away.
I’m not sure how I should respond. My mouth goes dry and my eyes flicker from his to the bulge growing in his pants. I want to say yes. I want to let him take over and for my control to slip away like it never existed.
“Crawl to me.” He says roughly.
I close my eyes, too afraid to witness myself fall into him. He doesn't have to know that I chose him for now. I want him. When this is all over we’ll go back to our regular lives, not knowing each other once again.
I get down to my knees and place my palms on the dirty floor. I can feel the debris itching at my skin. My dignity slips away and the only thing that's left is hunger.
“Open your eyes.” I obey and my eyes snap open. Tremors wrack my body and goosebumps litter my skin. The idea of what awaits, excites me.
I reach him and wait for his next command. His masked eyes never leave mine and his body heat radiates off of him in waves.
“Beg.” His voice is a deep growl as he watches me.
“Please, let me touch you.” I whisper. “Touch me, use me, do whatever, please.” Humiliation seeps into my veins and tears cloud my vision.
“Everything that I touch becomes broken, you will bleed and then beg for more. Are you sure you want this, Little Devil?”
My head spins and my heart lurches in my chest. My hands tremor as I bring them up to his knees.
“I’m already broken. There's nothing left of me that you can break.” My voice shakes and his eyes darken at my response.
“I promise, you’ll regret it.” With that last sentence he brings his hand down to my curls and yanks my head back. His grip is tight, a headache splinters my scalp and I swear I feel pieces ripping out.
“Ahh.” I yell out from the pain. My tears begin to fall but he basks in them.
He fills with satisfaction and digs his nails into my scalp. My head sits uncomfortably, almost connecting with my back and my hair is pulled taut.
“You ask and you shall receive.” He laughs and the mocking sound echoes in my mind—a sound I will never forget.
“My kind of pleasure is nothing like I showed you these past days.” I shudder at his words. A hidden meaning underlying them.
I’m terrified. What did I just sign myself up for?
“What—” He cuts me off by pulling my head farther back. I feel like my neck might break and he’ll find even more pleasure in that.
“Don’t speak.” His voice is unlike anytime I’d heard before. “Take off my pants.”
I hesitate but get to work at unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers. His cock springs free, barely grazing my lips, salt instantly tingles my tongue as I lick them.
“What a slut, you can’t wait any longer can you?” His question sits in the air unanswered. I can’t risk having my hair pulled back even farther.
My eyes widen as I look over his large cock. Piercings line the bottom and I count up to six of them. Angry veins wiggle in and out of the space between them and pre-cum leaks down the base.
“You learn fast don’t you.” I nod and look up at him through my lashes. “Good girl.” He purrs.
I clench my thighs tighter together at the appraisal and he notices.
“If you bite me I’ll strangle you to death.” I nod and wait for him to lead me exactly where I want to be. “Pull down your top.”
I pull down the latex until it sits right at my knees. I can’t get it completely off in this position.
“Good little slut.” He murmurs. His free hand comes down and grabs one of my breasts. He flicks the hard nipple and pain radiates across my chest. “These would look fucking beautiful if they were pierced.”
I cringe at the thought of the pain. There’s no way in hell I’ll get them done.
“Touch yourself while you suck me.” He finally guides me to his cock and I slowly trace my hand down my stomach. I’m not that experienced when it comes to sucking men off but I hope it's enough.
I wrap my lips around the tip and suck hard. He groans and pushes me down further. His cock hits the back of my throat once he’s halfway in and I gag. His piercings are cold and foreign on my tongue as I lap at them. There’s no way all of this will fit, he’s too fucking big.
“Touch yourself.” He pulls my hair back, stopping me. His cock in my mouth and saliva dripping down onto his legs.
I push my folds apart and swivel my finger around my clit. I moan around his cock and he leans back with a groan. He loosens his hold on my head and I go back to sucking him.
I put my all into this moment for him. To witness the weakened state he's in as he takes from me.
I sloppily lick at the piercings that form a ladder up his cock, down to the base.
He drops my hair and grips my cheeks so tightly my mouth is forced open for him.
He lifts his mask and his grey eyes meet mine, all I can see is desire.
“You’re shit at this, but that turns me on more.” He muses and I whimper around his cock.
I push two fingers into myself and my walls clench around them desperately wanting more.
I lean back and rasp out, “I never said I was fucking perfect.”
He grabs my hair and brutally forces himself back down my throat. His other hand comes down and traces my throat where his cock sits. The pain turns into mind blowing pleasure and I shake as an orgasm tears through me.
“Keep going, Little Devil.” I grip his leg to balance myself and continue slurping him aggressively. I nip and tug at his piercings but he doesn’t seem to mind. I get used to them as they hit my tongue and teeth, enjoying the way he feels.
He hisses when I bring my other hand up and cup his balls. I twiddle them in my hand, gripping them tight but not painfully. He throws his head back and his cock swells in my mouth. I feel each vein twitching as his release builds.
He pushes his hips up, meeting each of my pumps and the warmth of his cum fills my mouth. His grip on me hardens as he goes stiff and a loud groan leaves his lips.
“Swallow all of it.” He growls and snaps his eyes to mine.
I gulp him down greedily and even slurp him one last time before pulling away. I want every last drop. He watches me feverishly. His lips turn up into a cruel smirk and he drops my hair.
“Fuck, you look even prettier ruined for me.” I gulp as he runs his thumb across my lips, wiping away my saliva.
I stay on my knees, waiting for what else is to come but he doesn’t say anything—just watches me with an intensity I’m not used to.
“I wish I had my phone. I want to capture this moment forever.” I frown at him.
“I wouldn’t let you take pictures of me.” I begin to stand up but he pushes me back down with his foot. His boot digs into my bare stomach, painfully.
I grip the sides of my leather outfit in my palms. What I would do to smack the hell out of him.
“I never said you had a choice, did I?” I snarl at his sarcasm.
My face heats up and turns a dark crimson as he leans closer. His boot doesn’t lift and entirely crushes me below him.
“Not in my movie, Ember. When you agreed, everything became my choice.” He muses and his words are a promise for ruin. By the time I walk out of here he’ll be the only guy I remember for the rest of my life.
He smiles approvingly at my silence and pulls me up by my arm. He pulls his clothes back on and walks me over to the bathroom. I shuffle with my leather suit around my knees, trying to keep up with him.
“Let me clean you.” He whispers softly, his voice completely different from just seconds ago.
I nod and he pulls my jumpsuit the rest of the way off and sits it on the sink.
He turns the shower on and I step inside first. The hot water scorches the spots he left on my breast and face.
He opens the curtain and reveals himself completely naked before me.
His stomach is a beautiful array of solid muscles, decorated with a few tattoos.
Two scorpions facing each other sit on either side of his v-line and a quote goes across his chest along with a cross.
I can’t read the quote because it's obviously in Spanish.
He steps inside and wraps his arms around my waist.
“You did good, Little Devil. I want more.” He whispers into my ear.
I feel his erection poking me in the back. His hand traces down my stomach and stops right at the top of my folds. His touch is featherlike as he circles the area. My stomach flutters and I push my ass into him.
“Please.” He places light kisses on my neck and across my shoulder, teasing me with temptation.
“Yes.” I moan.
He wastes no time parting me and pushing two fingers in.
His are much bigger than mine and feels like too much already.
He pumps in and out of me aggressively. I lean back into him for support and hold the wall.
His other hand fondles my breast, pinching and twisting my nipples.
I moan as he bites down on the skin between my neck and shoulder.
His bite tears through and crimson leaks out onto his tongue.
Seeing him swallow it down causes me to jolt with pleasure and he continues to lap at the area, soothing it.
“Fuck…fuck, your blood tastes fucking good.” His groan is a vibration against my skin and I moan with him.
I relish in the feeling of being wanted by him. Nobody has ever wanted or used me like this. I feel alive under his embrace, his warmth clings to my skin. With each bite, each thrust, each praise coming from his mouth I revel in the thought of being his.
He bends me over and positions himself behind me. He slowly slides his cock in my folds and up to my center, gathering my juices. He pulls my hair into his hand and wrenches my head back, making sure the water drowns each breath I try to take.
He buries himself in me—the intrusion of his girth and length causes my pussy to spasm around him.
My legs shake and I can't figure out if this is right or wrong.
His touch is rough all over and consumes anything I have ever known.
He brings his free hand to my clit and circles it.
The pleasure ricochets throughout me and causes me to gulp down water in a desperate need for oxygen.
“You feel like fucking heaven. Everything about you is perfect.” I melt as his words and an orgasm tears through me.
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