Chapter Twenty-Four #2
The muffled sound she makes behind the gag is desperate, pleading. I do it again, another whisper-soft lick, and her hips thrust upward seeking more pressure. I pull back, denying her what she wants.
"Not yet," I murmur against her thigh, my breath making her shiver.
I continue the slow torture, alternating between barely there licks and soft kisses around her most sensitive areas without ever giving her the direct contact she's craving.
Her breathing becomes ragged, and I can hear muffled whimpers and what sounds like attempts at begging through the makeshift gag.
My control is hanging by a thread. The taste of her, even these teasing samples, has me harder than I've ever been. But watching her come undone, seeing her tough exterior completely shattered by need — it's addictive.
Finally, when she's practically sobbing with frustration, I give her what we both desperately want.
I press my tongue flat against her and lick slowly from bottom to top, savoring every inch.
The taste explodes across my senses — sweet and musky and perfect.
Her back arches so violently I think she might snap in half.
I lose myself in her then, my tongue exploring every fold, every sensitive spot that makes her cry out behind the gag.
The sounds she makes drive me wild — desperate moans and muffled screams of pleasure that go straight to my cock.
I love the way her body responds to me, the way her muscles tense and release, the way she tastes on my tongue.
My hands map the curves of her body as I work, marveling at the contrast between her soft skin and the hard muscle underneath. She's beautiful and deadly, and right now she's completely at my mercy.
I slide one finger inside her while my tongue focuses on her clit, and her whole body convulses. She's so tight and wet, and the way she clenches around my finger makes me groan against her. I add a second finger, stretching her, and she makes a sound that might be my name if not for the gag.
Just as I feel her getting close, her thighs trembling against my shoulders, I pull back. She makes an outraged sound, her hips chasing my mouth desperately. I wait until she settles slightly before diving back in, building her up again with my tongue and fingers until she's right on the edge.
Then I stop again.
This time her frustrated cry is loud enough to hear clearly even through the panties. I can't help but grin against her thigh.
"What was that about doing it better yourself?”
She screams something into her panty-gag. Something muffled, yet definitively understandable: “Fuck you.”
I laugh, then get back to work.
I build her up again, slower this time, my tongue working in steady circles while my fingers pump in and out of her. She's shaking now, her whole body taut with need. I can feel her getting close again, her muscles clenching around my fingers, her breathing coming in sharp gasps through her nose.
Just as she's about to go over the edge, I pull away one last time.
The sound she makes is pure animal rage. Her body thrashes against the restraints, and I can see tears of frustration leaking from under the makeshift blindfold. She's beyond words now, reduced to desperate whimpers and furious growls.
"You wanted proof," I murmur against her inner thigh. "Here it is."
This time when I dive back in, I don't hold back. My tongue finds her clit with precision, working it in tight circles while I thrust two fingers deep inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her see stars. I'm relentless now, giving her everything she's been craving.
Her response is immediate and explosive.
Her back arches off the bed so violently that the sheet restraints around her wrists go taut.
I feel her muscles clamp down on my fingers like a vise as the orgasm tears through her.
The sound she makes behind the gag is raw and primal, part scream, part sob.
Her whole body convulses, shaking so hard that the bed frame creaks. The sheet tied around her left wrist gives way with a sharp ripping sound, then the right one follows. Her hands fly to the back of my head, fingers digging into my hair, holding me against her as wave after wave crashes over her.
She rips the soaked panties from her mouth, gasping for air.
"Holy fucking shit!" she screams, her voice hoarse and ragged. "You goddamn bastard! Fuck! Jesus Christ, Reaper!"
The curses keep coming as aftershocks rock through her; her legs still trembling around my shoulders. I don't stop, drawing out every tremor until she's pushing weakly at my head, too sensitive to take any more.
When I finally lift my head, she's sprawled boneless against the pillows, chest heaving, skin flushed and slick with sweat. The blindfold has slipped up, and her dark eyes are unfocused, pupils blown wide.
"You son of a bitch," she pants, but there's no actual anger in it now. Just exhaustion and something that might be awe. "That was... fuck."
I crawl up her body, unable to keep the smug satisfaction off my face. "Still think you can do better yourself?"
She glares at me, but it lacks her usual bite. "Shut up and get inside me before I change my mind about letting you live, you fucking ass."
I grin at that word. Ass. “I will. And since it seems like I fucking won your challenge, I’m claiming my prize.”
“Prize? What fucking prize? We never talked about a prize.”
“I want to fuck you in the ass.”
“You want to fuck my ass?” she says, sounding surprised, defiant, yet still rolling over, still getting on her knees. “Is this what you want?”
“It’s exactly what I want.”
I can't help but stare at her. She's on her hands and knees, her perfect ass in the air, and I'm already reaching for her before I fully process what I'm doing. My hands grip her hips, and I lean down to press my face between her cheeks.
The first taste of her makes me groan deep in my throat. She tastes different here — more intense, more forbidden. My tongue traces slow circles around her tight opening while my cock throbs painfully against my stomach.
"Fuck, Reaper," she gasps, pushing back against my face. "Your tongue feels so good."
I spread her cheeks wider with my hands, diving deeper, my tongue working against her with increasing hunger. The sounds she makes — breathy moans and sharp gasps — drive me wild. I can feel myself leaking pre-cum onto the sheets as I feast on her.
My right hand slides down to find her pussy, still soaked from her orgasm. I slip two fingers inside her easily while my tongue continues its assault on her ass.
"Jesus Christ," she pants. "Don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop."
I moan against her, the vibrations making her shudder. My left hand drops to my cock, stroking myself as I eat her ass like a man starved. The dual sensation of tasting her and touching myself has me dizzy with need.
"You like that?" she asks, her voice rough with arousal. "You like eating my ass while you stroke your cock?"
I pull back just long enough to answer. "I fucking love it."
Then I'm back to work, my tongue probing deeper while my fingers pump in and out of her pussy. She's dripping wet, her juices coating my hand as I work her toward another peak.
When I press one slick finger against her tight opening, she freezes for just a moment before pushing back against it.
"Yes," she says. "Do it."
I work my finger slowly inside her ass while my tongue continues lapping at her. She's so fucking tight, and the way she clenches around my finger makes my cock pulse in my grip.
"More," she says, and I oblige, working a second finger into her ass while my other hand keeps pumping into her pussy.
She's shaking now, cursing steadily as I stretch her, prepare her. My breathing is ragged as I stroke myself, watching my fingers disappear into her body.
"Enough fucking around," she says, looking back at me over her shoulder. "Claim your prize and fuck me in the ass. I want it."
Moaning, I release my cock and position myself behind her, my hands gripping her hips. This is really happening. After everything we've been through, all the violence and hatred, she's here offering herself to me completely.
I line myself up against her opening, the head of my cock slick with pre-cum as I press against her tight entrance. The resistance is incredible, and I have to fight every instinct screaming at me to just thrust forward and bury myself inside her.
"Easy," I say, more to myself than to her.
"Don't you dare go easy on me," she says, pushing back against me. "I'm not some fragile little flower. Fuck me like you mean it."
The head of my cock breaches her tight ring, and we both groan at the sensation. She's so fucking tight it's almost painful, gripping me like a vise as I work slowly deeper.
"Fuck, Adriana," I gasp. "You feel incredible."
"Shut up and give me more," she says, her voice strained but determined. "All of it. Now."
I grip her hips harder and push deeper, watching my cock disappear inch by inch into her ass. The sight is so erotic I nearly come right there. Her body accepts me gradually, her muscles relaxing as she adjusts to my size.
When I'm finally buried to the hilt, we both pause, breathing hard. The sensation is overwhelming — she's so tight and hot around me I can barely think straight.
"Move," she says. "Fuck me properly."
I pull back slowly, then thrust forward again, setting up a steady rhythm. Each stroke sends electricity through my entire body, and the sounds she makes — desperate moans and sharp gasps — drive me wild.
"Harder," she says. "I said fuck me harder, you bastard."
My hand comes down on her ass with a sharp crack that echoes through the room. The impact leaves a red handprint on her pale skin, and she cries out — not in pain, but in pleasure.
"Is that what you want?" I say, punctuating my words with another hard thrust.
"Yes! Fuck yes!" she says. "Spank me again. Make it hurt."
I oblige, my palm connecting with her ass again and again as I pound into her. Each slap leaves its mark, her skin growing redder with every impact. The combination of pain and pleasure has her writhing beneath me, pushing back to meet every thrust.
"You like being spanked while I fuck your ass?" I say, my voice rough with exertion.
"I fucking love it," she says. "Don't stop. Hit me harder."
I bring my hand down with more force, the crack of flesh on flesh mixing with our heavy breathing and her cries of pleasure. Her ass is covered in red marks now, some already darkening to purple bruises.
"Fuck, look at you," I say, admiring my handiwork. "Covered in bruises from my hands."
"Good," she says. "I want to feel this tomorrow. I want to remember exactly how hard you fucked me."
The raw honesty in her voice sends a throb through my cock, and I crack my hand down again on her ass. She moans and bucks against me, taking my cock deeper into her tight ass.
I lose myself in the rhythm of it, my hips slamming forward as she pushes back against me. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, punctuated by the sharp crack of my hand on her ass and her increasingly desperate cries.
"Fuck me harder, you son of a bitch!" she screams, her voice cracking with need. "I can take it! Give me everything!"
Something primal takes over then. I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head back, using the leverage to drive into her even deeper. The angle makes her scream, a raw sound that goes straight to my balls.
"You want harder?" I say in her ear. "You want me to wreck this tight ass?"
"Yes! Fucking destroy me!" she says. "Make me feel it for days!"
My hand comes down on her ass again, harder than before, and the slap echoes like a gunshot. She clenches around me so tight I see stars, and I know she's close. I can feel it in the way her whole body trembles, in the pitch of her moans.
"Touch yourself," I say, my voice barely recognizable. "I want to feel you come on my cock while I'm buried in your ass."
Her hand immediately flies between her legs, and the moment her fingers find her clit, she goes wild. Her ass squeezes me like a vice as she works herself, and I know I will not last much longer.
"That's it," I say, spanking her again. "Come for me. Come with my cock deep in your ass."
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm gonna — " Her words dissolve into incoherent screaming as the orgasm hits her. Her whole body convulses, her ass clamping down on me so hard it's almost painful. The sensation pushes me over the edge, and I bury myself to the hilt as my release tears through me.
"Adriana!" I roar her name as I empty myself inside her, my cock pulsing with each wave of pleasure. The intensity leaves me dizzy, my vision going white around the edges.
We collapse together, both of us shaking and gasping for air. I'm still inside her, both of us too wrung out to move. Her ass is covered in angry red welts that are already darkening to purple, and I feel a twisted satisfaction at marking her this way.
"Jesus Christ," she says, her face pressed into the pillow. "That was..."
"Yeah," I say, because I don't have words for what just happened either.
I pull out of her slowly, both of us moaning at the sensation. She immediately rolls onto her side, and I can see the exhaustion in her face, but also something else. Something softer than I've ever seen from her.
"Come here," she says, reaching for me. I settle beside her, pulling her against my chest. She fits perfectly there, and then she rises to give me a quick peck on the lips. “Don’t do that shit again. Don’t think you can just shut down and pull away from me, you son of a bitch.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I say. But, from the second she’s spoken, that thought returns. Is what we have real? Or is it only a break from our pain until she learns the actual truth?