Chapter 7 The Gift
The Gift
Beam let a few days go by, mostly to give her sore body a chance to recover, then texted Kai to make sure her friend was going to be home when she planned to arrive to surprise Talon. Kai responded with a grinning emoji and an eggplant.
When she answered the door, Kai was radiant. She wore a maxi sundress that flattered her blossoming figure—she looked even more gorgeous than the last time Beam had seen her. It wasn’t fair how much pregnancy suited her. They hugged and traded a little gossip and small talk.
“Do you know where you’re going?” Kai asked after a couple of minutes.
“Yup, I’ve been to his room out back before.”
“Cool, I’ll leave you to whatever mischief you’re planning.” Kai waved cheerily as she walked off.
She made her way to Talon’s bungalow and slipped inside.
As she took off her clothes, she looked around.
Not much had changed, except for the couple of expensive-looking cameras that hung very obviously over the bed.
That was a surprise, but not one she minded.
She wondered if they were filming now. If so, he was about to get a show.
She set herself up in the middle of the bed on her back with her knees bent.
Sliding her hands over her breasts, she played with them for a few minutes to warm herself up.
She plucked at her nipples in a slow rhythm, tugging the piercings to create a little more tension once her arousal really set in.
She moved one hand between her legs and rubbed her clit in a gradual circle. There wasn’t any need to rush. He probably wouldn’t let her come for hours yet. The idea of the amount of control he had over her body revved her right into the red.
Fuck, it was hot. There was nothing she could do to get off until he allowed it, and then he could flip that switch and make her come nonstop. Lifting her hips, she slid her fingers into her slick pussy. She craved being completely out of control more than anything.
She reached into her bag for her vibrator just as small red lights appeared on the cameras above her. Smiling, she stared into one as she slid the vibrator home. She pinched her nipple with her other hand, moaning as the sensation zipped through her to her clit.
A few minutes later, she felt him outside the door. He didn’t come in right away, and she imagined him out there staring at his phone watching her fuck herself. The idea sent a shiver of desire through her.
To make it easier on him, she rolled so her cheek was pressed to the comforter and her ass was in the air. Within a few seconds, the door locked behind her.
His hooves clicked over the wood floor until he stopped at the foot of the bed. “Keep going just like that while I get some things.”
She did, working herself hard with the vibrator and moaning into the bed, her hips grinding.
While she was distracted, he came up behind her and slid the hood over her head, so she was suddenly plunged into darkness. He tied the bottom of it shut around her neck and settled his hand on her ass.
Desire curled through her as he spread her cheeks and poured lube directly on her asshole. She worked the vibrator in and out of her pussy as he gradually stretched her. Though she tried to be patient, she was soon fucking herself with the entire length and begging for him to take her ass.
When she expected him to begin with the plug, the bed dipped behind her instead.
The broad head of his slickened cock teased her ass a few times, and then pushed in.
She squealed at the intrusion, and when she tried to move away, he held her hip in a tight grip.
After she stopped struggling, he reached around her body and guided her hand to work the vibrator again.
He clicked the button to increase the intensity, and when her hips jerked in response he pushed deeper. It was a slow process because of the size of his true form. The vibrator died halfway through, and he slid a replacement into her hand without missing a beat.
By the time he was all the way in, she was wailing with the tension of her frustrated pleasure. She’d lost the ability to manipulate the vibrator somewhere along the way and he’d taken over, working it in and out in counterpoint to his mind-melting thrusts into her ass.
He pushed both his cock and the vibrator in all the way and clicked it up to the max.
She shrieked as the heightened sensation wracked her body.
He toggled it off again and fucked her ass with long strokes until she whimpered.
He repeated that same cycle again and again until he came with a roar what felt like an eternity later.
Cum leaked from her stretched hole when he finally softened enough to pull out. He left the vibrator off and forgotten in her pussy when he moved away. She ached everywhere. She’d never in her life been so turned on without any way to resolve it. She sobbed into the bed helplessly.
He came back a while later and eased the vibrator out of her and flipped her onto her back.
After cuffing her hands to the headboard, he settled between her thighs.
A delicate kiss brushed over her throbbing clit and made her jolt under him.
He made a soft, soothing noise and flicked his tongue over the abused nub, teasing the piercing.
Once again, he was so gentle that he almost seemed a different man entirely from the one who’d fucked her almost unconscious with feral intensity. He built her up slowly with his artful mouth until she was keening with desire.
“Please,” she begged. “I need to come.”
“Not yet.” He rubbed one hand over her belly when she started to sob again, dipping down to slip his tongue inside her again while he strummed her clit with his thumb.
She fell still under him, her only movement the rise and fall of her chest with her shuddering breaths as arousal swelled with no outlet.
With a murmur of approval, he pulled back and kissed her inner thigh.
“I love it when you surrender everything to me like this.” He slid three fingers into her drenched cunt, curling them to stroke her with a little too much force.
“Stay nice and still for me while I absolutely ruin this slutty little cunt.”
She whimpered as her muscles tightened around him reflexively. Everything hurt.
He kept her in that heightened state what seemed like forever. The pain and the pleasure curled around each other until she couldn’t tell the difference between the sensations as they thrummed inside her. He pulled away after a long while, leaving her aching, and she sobbed into the hood.
Cuffing her ankles, he spread her legs wide and fastened them to the bed. He repositioned so he was sitting next to her right leg. The distinctive sound of nitrile gloves being snapped into place was followed by the cold touch of alcohol.
“Satyrs are possessive creatures,” he mused as he continued to swab her inner thigh. “When we lay a claim, we expect it to stick.”
Beam swallowed. What did he mean by claim? Did satyrs do mating bites? She knew better than to ask out loud. He wouldn’t answer her anyway.
“You can say no, of course.” He swiped something else over her skin. “In which case I’ll suck your clit until you scream for me.”
Beam moaned at the thought. There was nothing she wanted more than his mouth on her again.
“However, if you take my mark and cry sweetly while you thank me for it after, I’ll make it my mission in life to make you come that hard every day.”
She bit her lip. She had no idea what taking his mark would mean, but she wanted to do it. For him and for herself. She nodded in the hood, but didn’t say anything. As she suspected, he’d been watching her, because he squeezed her leg with his gloved hand in acknowledgement.
The first cut caught her completely by surprise with a line of white-hot pain. She jerked in response, but the way he had her bound, her leg remained completely still and exposed to him. She spluttered noisily, not holding back her sounds of anguish because it was exactly what he craved.
He made another slow line that hurt every bit as much as the first. She was on the edge of hyperventilating by the time he said, “T,” and smothered his face into her pussy to slurp on her clit. She vibrated under him. Her pleasure soared even as the place where he’d cut her still ached.
Oh, fuck. She was never going to last through his whole name. Not like this. She sobbed harder as the frustrated arousal cut every bit as deep as his knife, snot and tears soaking the inside of the hood.
He murmured approvingly into her cunt and then sat up again.
One slow, painful cut that went on forever. Two. Three. And then he said, “A.” He feasted on her clit again, making noises of enjoyment the whole time she squealed.
Two more endless, scathing lines. “L.” Another long meal of her cunt. She was sweating and exhausted, but there was no reprieve for her anywhere. Everything was agony.
Four lines this time. She was nearly senseless by the time he said, “O.” He tongued her until she moaned in a constant drone, her head falling to one side.
She cried through the last three lines that he placed perilously close to her pussy with hiccupping breaths that made the wet hood cling to her. “N.”
He smeared something over the wounds that burned like wildfire and itched like the hells, and then he smoothed a protective plastic film over the whole area. Every line of his name carved into her skin throbbed.
Settling between her thighs, he slid three gloved fingers into her cunt and worked her with slow, torturous strokes that rubbed her everywhere at once.
She floated in a cloud of sensation she couldn’t put a single name to, caught and controlled only by him.
It was bliss and agony all at once. She could no longer tell if she was moaning or crying at any given moment.
Eventually she realized he was waiting for her acknowledgement.
“Th-th-thank you,” she said, her voice shaking and tear-filled.
He sighed as if she’d made his fondest wish come true. “You’ve given me such a precious gift. I will never forget it.” He lowered his mouth to her cunt and drank her down. His mouth was everything in the universe—every sinful desire and every wicked cut.
Tingles spread outward slowly and then her orgasm crashed through her with the force of an avalanche. Every muscle tensed as wordless cries tore from her ravaged body.
Nothing could have prepared her for the scorching heat that burned through her as he continued to devour her without remorse.
She spluttered when she ran out of breath, but he didn’t pause in his onslaught.
Her ears rang. Her thighs shook. Tied down and spread open, she could do nothing to stop the pleasure from rolling through her in relentless waves.
She could only accept it, the same way she had the pain.
With that acceptance came freedom unlike any she’d ever felt.
She lay on the bed limp and boneless as she continued to come nonstop until he was sated.
He nibbled and nuzzled his way slowly up her body until the heavy weight of him rested over her.
He kissed her through the hood, his tongue stroking her open mouth through the fabric.
The sensation was as filthy as it was delicious.
His hand circled her throat as he slipped his hard cock into her trembling pussy. “Gods,” he groaned, as he lazily rocked his hips. Every thrust reignited the pain from the cuts that were seared into the skin of her inner thigh. “I could fuck you like this all night. What’s your name again?”
She couldn’t answer, her throat was too sore, but the humiliation stung just right all the same. Helpless to do anything else, her muscles squeezed around him.
“Mmm,” he said, low and amused. “Now I remember you. You’re my slutty little fucktoy.”
The realization that she was exactly that was as hot as it was humiliating. He took his time, plying her with deep, long strokes that pushed her over the edge again and again. All that mattered was the next delicious clench of her body and the man who commanded it. She could deny him nothing.
Gripping her jaw to arch her head back, he drove deep into her quaking body one last time as he bellowed with his climax.
She went fuzzy around the edges and fell into the dark.