Chapter 4 The Price
The Price
Beam stared up into Talon’s striking green gaze and shivered. Something about the way he was looking at her made her heart pound and her stomach clench. Shit, she had to get out of here as quickly as possible.
“Can you remove the spell now?”
His mouth dropped open before firming into a scowl. The glint of the two silver rings in the corner of his lower lip mocked her as his nostrils flared. It wasn’t fair that he was so attractive and that fucking arrogant.
“Did you really think gargling my cock for a few minutes was going to be enough to get you free? You owe me so much more than that.” He held her face in one hand and glared down at her, his thumb smearing cum over her lips. “I’m going to make you into my perfect little fucktoy.”
Beam gasped. She’d never told anyone about the fantasies that sometimes woke her in the middle of the night, wet and wanting. The ones where she was helpless and used. They’d only gotten worse in the last few weeks.
Talon smirked, as if he could see exactly what was going on inside her head.
Without another word, he gripped her dress and ripped it down the front.
He jerked her to her feet and finished the job of stripping her with impatient hands.
Now that he was this close, she could see the tattoos that covered his hands, winding their way up his arms and across his chest with elegant symbols that looked like some sort of script.
She stood motionless, captivated by the feral gleam in his eyes.
Sometimes, in her hottest dreams, there was a dark figure who took what he wanted from her with no remorse.
One that had made her touch herself frantically in those fuzzy moments at the edge of sleep.
She couldn’t help but wonder if it had been him all this time.
A shiver made goosebumps break out over her skin, and her nipples hardened painfully.
Talon palmed one breast roughly, pinching the aching nub between his thumb and forefinger until she whimpered. He leaned to rasp in her ear, “Go ahead, pretend this isn’t exactly how you deserve to be treated. I know better.”
She wanted to make some kind of snarky response, but her body had already betrayed her. As if he’d plucked that thought from her, too, his hand slid down her body to plunge his fingers between her legs. “Drenched. Exactly like the slut you are.”
The humiliation made her tighten around his fingers.
He let out a bark of a laugh and then moved fast, whirling around her and pushing her onto the bed facedown. With an impatient growl, he spread her thighs and lifted her ass. Though her muscles quivered in anticipation, she stayed exactly as he posed her when he stalked away.
Beam squeezed her eyes shut when cold, slick fingers entered her ass a minute later.
She tried her best not to move, but her hips rocked as he stretched her with professional detachment.
She buried her face in the bed to stifle her moans and her embarrassment when he finally moved on to working her open around an obscenely large metal plug.
She was groaning with need by the time he’d managed to get her to take the whole girth. He left her again without a word. Writhing with lust, she reached her hand under her to rub her clit.
From behind her, there came a dark chuckle that froze her. “Oh, don’t stop on my account. Keep working that little gem. You’re only making it worse.”
Damn him to the fieriest pit of the Hells, he was right. She’d worked herself into a panting, sweating mess, but was no closer to orgasm than she’d been when she arrived.
“Please,” she whimpered.
His hooves scraped over the floor as he moved closer. One finger traced up the inside of her thigh to capture the evidence of her arousal that dripped from her throbbing pussy.
“I jerked myself raw right here on this bed for weeks because of you.” He pulled back and smacked her upturned ass. “It’s about time I get some payback.”
Her entire body bucked as she clenched around the plug. A low, pitiful whimper escaped her. The image of him masturbating exactly where she rested while thinking of her wasn’t helping her state at all.
She squealed when he pushed a thick dildo into her pussy without any warning. While she was recovering her breath, he fastened buckles around her hips and cinched it all down so the shaft was buried deep and wouldn’t go anywhere no matter how much she squirmed.
When the vibrations started, she moaned into the bed. It was too much. Her body shuddered with the new stimulation. He pulled her limp arms around behind her and cinched her wrists there.
Talon strode around the side of the bed and shucked his shorts.
Beam shook as the frustrated pleasure wracked her body.
He slid onto the bed and watched her struggle for several minutes, then pulled her so that her torso rested over one of his legs.
His fur rubbed against her heated skin in the most distracting way.
“Let’s see if you give a better blow job like this.” He pried open her mouth and fed her his cock that was already hardening again.
The musky smell of him filled her head. She tried to relax to accept him, but her body was too tense and overstimulated. He pushed past the resistance to plunge further. She spluttered and gagged, but his grip on the back of her neck wouldn’t let her back away.
“So far, I’m not impressed. We’ll have to do a lot of training to turn you into a proper fucktoy. All your slutty holes will be available to me whenever I want them. However I want them.”
The vibrations increased and she moaned helplessly as filthy images of what he would do to her filled her head.
He took the opportunity to push even deeper, fingers digging in to hold her still.
The more she struggled, the more intense the vibrations became until she lost track of everything but her soaring desire.
She mewled around his cock as he fucked into her throat.
Eventually, her struggles became something else entirely as she spread her thighs and ground into the bed, humping desperately, even though she had no hope of reaching climax. His cock breached her throat again and again, until all she could taste and smell was him.
He pulled out and smacked his cock against her cheeks. She stared up at him, eyes unfocused and lips parted.
His dark green eyes scanned her face. “Gods, you’re such a slut.”
She nodded, too aroused to form words or deny the accusation, so instead she dropped her head to suck him down again. He let out a satisfied groan that made her entire body quake.
“Swallow every drop, and I’ll let you come,” he said, almost fondly.
Beam moaned with relief as he manhandled her into the position he wanted. He fucked her mouth with long, quick strokes, racing to the edge with her hair wrapped around his fist.
With a bellow of triumph, he rammed deep. His thick, salty seed quickly filled her throat and mouth. Before she could swallow, his hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed.
Panicked, she looked up at him. The cruel smirk on his face let her know he understood her difficulty perfectly.
When enough pressure built up, cum spilled out around his cock and over her stretched lips, dribbling down her chin.
He released his hold on her with a laugh.
She swallowed as much as she could, but it wasn’t enough.
Talon continued pumping his hips until he was finished and then withdrew.
He left her again without saying anything, the taste of him heavy on her tongue.
She fidgeted on the bed in her too-aroused state, her breath hitching with tears.
She was hopelessly aroused and completely helpless, unable to do anything to ease herself.
When the vibrations stopped abruptly, she could only sigh.
After a little while, the bed dipped behind her.
He unbuckled the straps, slid the dildo from her pulsing cunt, and settled between her legs.
His fingers slipped into her without any resistance.
With a gentleness completely at odds with everything else that had happened between them, he massaged her g-spot.
Her muscles quivered around him. She didn’t dare to hope that he was going to let her come—she’d disappointed him, even though it hadn’t been her fault—but the soothing touch after what seemed like hours of the unrelenting buzz of the vibrator was wonderful.
She rocked her hips back and murmured her appreciation.
He didn’t say a word, simply kept working over the same spot until she squirmed under him. Deep in her belly, discomfort and desire coiled tightly around one another. Hypersensitive and overstimulated, every inch of her ached, inside and out.
“Please,” she whimpered. “I’ll do anything.”
He didn’t acknowledge her plea at all.
She slumped against the bed, boneless in defeat. He would never let her come. She would be this horny and aching forever.
Scintillating sensations fluttering through her pelvis only gave her an instant of warning before a thundering orgasm came crashing down around her.
Her hips jerked violently as the muscles inside her all tensed at once, clamping around his fingers.
A guttural cry rose from her chest and lodged in her throat.
Pleasure coursed through her in relentless waves that only got more powerful the longer they went on.
She sobbed into the bed under her as she lost control of her body entirely and the world went fuzzy around the edges.
She’d never felt anything like the breathless bliss that cascaded through her body—white-hot and pulsing.
He continued to stroke her through her shuddering climax that wouldn’t stop. “What I want is everything. Your complete surrender to my every depraved whim.”
She mumbled her agreement. She couldn’t deny him anything, not while her body still writhed in indescribable ecstasy.
“Say it.” He curled his fingers inside her, sending another bolt of glorious sensation through her.
She gasped. “Whatever you want.”