Chapter Forty #5
I figured he wanted me here as his possession, his pet. Like Velle…
To be whatever he wanted. I still think he wants to possess me in a way; that might just be the way he is. But he’s not trying to change me, or project some latent fantasy on me.
If anything, I think the fantasy is this. Us.
Lifting my fingers to his jaw, I trace it gently. His tongue glides over his lower lip before he tugs it, just a little, between his teeth.
Fuck me…
“I have been dying to touch you, my sweet baby,” he hums. “The right way… Let me touch you right.”
A whimper leaves me as I nod. I can feel how hard he already is, bumping against my thigh. But he doesn’t shove it into me, or whip it out. He’s not even fazed by his own erection, it seems.
He doesn’t grab me or paw at me aggressively. He simply takes my face in his hands, and I swallow hard, our eyes locked, until his fall to my mouth.
“Can I kiss you? Please…” He begs, the single sexiest whispered question I’ve ever heard anyone ask.
I nod fast, no hesitation. “Kiss me, Ivory.”
He’s humming as his lips tumble and crash over mine.
Slow suction, every bit as damning as last night, when he used it as a pretense to fucking strangle me.
It’s getting me high, so I don’t care, both of us parting just enough to fit together like two puzzle pieces.
His tongue teases my lip, then slips inside.
It brushes mine, gradually licking, tasting, petting and teasing while we both groan from the sensation.
“Mmm… carino,” he purrs into my mouth, fingers brushing through my hair. “You are so sexy.”
“Ummff,” the completely uncool sound comes out of me and he chuckles.
God, it is so damn hot.
Why is he so hot??
It’s even worse than last time. I’m fucking anesthetized by this man.
“Cards on the table,” he breathes in between tonguing and sucking, “I also gave you the dress because you look so mind-numbingly beautiful in it, mi guapita.”
“Yea?” I shiver.
“Yes… You imprisoned me last night when I saw you, love.”
My head is fuzzy with lust. “Oh… is that why you’re also in the cage?”
He hums again, smirking on my lips. “So fresh. Well… you want me to make you feel good, don’t you, pretty baby?”
I nod fast. “Uh-huh…”
“Buen, baby. That should be your only concern.” He pulls his hungry mouth away from mine to hold my jaw. “You can be whoever you want, okay? Angel, or Ari, or someone else… a combination, even. All I care about is making your legs shake, si?”
“Si…” My body is already responding to him and he hasn’t even done anything yet. “I… I’m always your pajarito, though… right?”
He hums another one of those sexy as fuck quiet chuckles. “Of course, baby. You will always be mi pajarito.” He kisses a line down my throat. “You can also be my naughty girl, yea?”
A tremor of illicit thrill runs through me at his praising words, and I nod. “Mhm… yes, please.”
“Okay, now be a good girl and hold still.”
“Ffuck,” I’m already falling apart, but I’m desperately trying to hold it together, because I want this to last.
Ivory slides down my body until he’s on the floor. At first I thought he was going to bring me to the bed, but now it seems like he wants us to stay standing.
“Can I please lift your skirt, baby girl?” He croons, gazing up at me from the floor.
It’s just as intoxicating as last night. Seeing him down there… kneeling for me.
I shudder and nod. “Uhh y-yes.”
Surrendering to how damn good it feels when he calls me that.
It’s hot as hell, but it also gives me this sweeping sense of relief. Like, in this moment, even just right now, with him, I don’t have to be a man if I don’t feel like one.
I don’t have to be confused or uncomfortable because he just wants me, and the rest of it is unnecessary detail.
Biting back a grin, he slowly runs his hands up my legs, both of my calves, then my thighs, bringing the silk material of the skirt up with them. Rather than taking it off, he lifts it up around my waist, and it’s honestly so hot, I’m already shaking.
“Oh, baby…” He purrs, dark eyes set on my panties. “Look at you in these little panties…” He runs his fingers along the material, very gently. Just a quick brush, but it sends a vicious quiver through me. “So sweet, I want a taste. Can I see from behind?”
Nodding, I spin to let him look at my ass in the panties. Peeking over my shoulder, I’m watching him lust over my butt, dropping plush kisses on the swell.
“Fuck, pajarita.” He traces the panty line with his tongue. “I want to rip these off with my teeth, dirty girl…”
“Mmff,” I whine, eyes rolling back as he kisses my thighs, my cheeks, around my hip…
Then before I know what’s happening, he’s turning me back around and lifting me.
“Hang on to the bars, baby girl,” he rasps, holding me up effortlessly on his shoulders, his face growing closer to my crotch.
Like an instinct, I’m trying to keep my thighs pressed together, because I’m not really tucked in place or anything. These panties definitely don’t hold it down. But Ivory is opening my legs wider, and I can feel it…
“I’m… um, baby, I…” I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. My cheeks are on fire, my lids drooping.
“Shh… No stresses, beautiful.” He kisses over my knee, trailing his lips up my inner thigh. “If anything feels uncomfortable just tell me to stop, or pull my hair… or punch me. Honestly, whatever feels right in the moment, follow you’re heart.”
I laugh, breathy and ragged, flinching when he gets a tickling spot, close to the apex of my thighs. “Mmm maybe not the hair pulling. I might wanna yank on it, but I definitely don’t want that to make you stop.”
He rumbles one of his sexy chuckles, and I’m throbbing. “God, you are so fucking sexy.”
His breath warms me as he grips my thighs in both of his hands, holding them apart while holding me up. My right arm is above my head, clutching the brass bar of the cell, but the other is in his silky hair, combing fingers through it already.
If I fall, I fall. This feels too good to care.
But honestly, I don’t think he’ll let me fall.
I don’t think he wants to let me go…
A needy hum vibrates into me, his mouth moving between my thighs. He nuzzles me over my panties, kissing. Even just that has me going out of my mind. I’m so worried I’ll come too fast, but I can’t help it. This is insane.
“I’m desperate right now, love,” he pants with his mouth all over me. “So hungry…”
“L-lick,” I shiver. “P-please, lick me…”
“You want me to lick your pussy, baby?”
Holy motherfuck… yes.
That is hot. Good God, yes, that’s what I want.
“Fffuck, Ivory…” I mewl, so dizzy I don’t even know where I am.
And he’s determined, just holding me in place and running his tongue along the shape in my panties.
I jerk and leak. I can feel it happening, but it’s so arousing, I’m tingling all over.
“Oh… baby,” I sob when he does it again, licking me over my panties while I shiver and quake.
“God fuck yes,” he groans on me, licking more. “Good girl… You like how Diablo eats your little pussy out?”
“Fffuuuck… yes,” is all I can say while he keeps going, and doesn’t stop.
Licking and lapping, deeper and hungrier. Gripping me, holding me open and eating me alive. I’m not even worried about my legs anymore. In fact, I’m spreading wider and wider, holding his face in between my legs.
I might be suffocating him a little, but I’m sure he’s fine.
He deserves it anyway.
On the edge of my consciousness, I feel the disconnect between my body and the sensation. It’s mostly my mind, overthinking. Plaguing me with shoulds. What someone should be doing to me down there, based on what I have.
But then he runs his tongue over a sensitive spot that has me trembling and groaning and clenching. And it feels just right. It feels perfect, the way he’s doing it.
“Tell me it feels good, baby… My tongue on your clit,” he rasps, breathlessly, in between licking me nonstop with punishing strength I didn’t know a tongue could have. “Tell Daddy how you want your pussy licked.”
“Ummfffuck… oh, Diablo. Lick my clit again.”
“Yea?”
“Yea…”
“Anything for you, baby girl.”
I don’t know how he’s doing it, especially through the panties, but it feels life affirming. The way he’s licking just the right spot to make it feel oh so good… I can barely process what he’s doing, but I don’t need to.
Daddy’s taking care of me.
“Fuck me, you are so sweet… so wet. Is it dripping?”
“Uhh…uh huh. Dios… Diablo, I’m aching.”
“That’s because your wet little pussy wants to come.”
“I don’t wanna come yet,” I whine, and he chuckles.
“Sweet Angel, I will make you come every minute of every day, don’t you worry. You can come as many times as you want… on my mouth… on my tongue… my fingers. On my cock.”
At mention of him putting his cock in me, my body nearly seizes. “Fuck me. I want it.”
“If you behave,” he rumbles.
“Will you… take them off?” I quiver out the words, needy and tight all over. “Mmm fuck, take the panties off, Daddy, and eat me out.”
“You’re such a naughty little slut,” he croons, wasting no time grabbing the material of my panties and ripping them down my thighs, tearing them to get them off.
Good gravy, that is fucking hot.
Ivory has his mouth on me in an instant, and it is so much better without the material in the way.
I can’t even tell how he’s making me feel what I’m feeling, but he’s working his tongue on me like a master.
All the other times we’ve fooled around like this, he’s always licked through my panties.
I think it’s easier for me that way, for some reason.
Having a barrier between us, like a shield… I felt protected from the uncertainty.
But now, there’s nowhere to hide. I’m exposed to him, but he hasn’t stopped, or changed. He’s not sucking, he’s doing the exact same thing; licking and licking. Kissing is the only suction it gets, and it just feels incredible.
I’m not worried about where the sensation is coming from or what it’s doing to me. I just want more.
More more more more more.