Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
O liver
Christ.
Oliver’s breath escaped in harsh grunts. His head swam with the force of his orgasm. He couldn’t remember ever coming so strongly from a simple blow job. In fact, he might not have ever come so hard in his life.
As he came to his senses, he became aware of many things simultaneously. First, his little prisoner was sobbing at his feet with his cock stuffed in her mouth. Tears tracked down her cheeks in salty trails, and his cum glistened at the corners of her mouth and on her chin. She was still trying to swallow his release, which was quite admirable. Second, he held a fistful of her hair in such a tight grip that it was likely excruciating. And third, her body was quivering almost uncontrollably while her thighs shifted together in a restless motion.
Pulling out of her mouth, Oliver tucked himself back inside his jeans but left them unbuttoned. Londyn stayed where she was; lips parted from her shaky breaths; eyes closed. She was silently crying, and Oliver’s cock stirred despite the explosive orgasm he’d just experienced. He was ready to go again in an instant.
Swiping a finger across her chin, he gathered the remnants of cum and pushed it back into her mouth. “I told you to swallow every fucking drop, Londyn.”
Her eyes flew open at the taunt, the gray depths cloudy with angry tears and frustration. Glaring at him, she swirled her tongue around his forefinger, erasing the evidence of his climax as they stared at one another. For a long moment, Oliver allowed her to do as she wished, remembering just moments ago how her tongue felt against his piercings, how she gagged on his thick length and swallowed reflexively each time he went a little too deep down her amazingly tight throat. He probably shouldn’t have used her so roughly—especially when she was so inexperienced. He’d been with women far more experienced at fellatio who couldn’t deep-throat a cock of his size. Yet, this innocent girl, all five-foot-four and one-hundred-and-fifteen pounds of her, had taken every inch he shoved in her mouth.
“Good girl,” he crooned as she continued licking and sucking his finger. He liked how her eyes glittered with the brilliance of diamonds when he praised her. Her reluctant need for it was something he was already addicted to. She was exquisite. A goddess. A toy he would enjoy fucking over and?—
Like an angry little cat, Londyn’s teeth clamped down on his finger with such force that Oliver knew she had drawn blood. The pain was barely acknowledged. It was insignificant compared to the things he’d endured. In fact, her attack only hardened his dick and his resolve.
“Oh, that was a mistake, dove. Cute, but a mistake. And you were behaving so well,” Oliver tsked when she finally let go so she could spit out his blood. Her eyes flashed like thunderstorms rolling across the seas as she glared at him.
He grinned, wrapping a hand around her upper arm and abruptly snatching her onto her feet as if she were nothing but a ragdoll. “I guess my cock down your throat wasn’t punishment enough?” he murmured, staring into her eyes. “You want more, don’t you? Well, I can certainly accommodate that.”
Ignoring her whimper of protest, he dragged her to a vertical pole anchored to the floor and bolted to the ceiling. A chain dangled from its upper portion, a closed-hinged hook at its end. With deftly swift movements, he freed her wrists from the cuffs and just as quickly restrained them again. Her hands rested over her stomach for a brief second before he snatched them over her head, securing the cuffs to the hook. She was barely tall enough to reach the end of the chain, and now, she was practically on her tiptoes.
“You are excited by what I’m doing to you, Londyn. You can’t hide that from me.” His bloodied finger trailed down her cheek, then her neck, until he reached the top of the silky nightgown. “I watched you rubbing your thighs together, wishing I would touch you there. I think you like the pain. Like me using you.” With both hands, he abruptly ripped the gown into two halves. The material separated as easily as crepe paper.
Londyn cried out in shock as the cool air rushed over her naked form. Her nipples pebbled as Oliver drank in the bewitching sight of her restrained and bare for him. Letting out a groan, he cupped her full breasts, smearing his blood over the creamy flesh. “You are fucking exquisite.” He took one peak into his mouth, lavishing it with strokes of his tongue before grazing the tight bud with the sharp edge of his teeth.
“Oh, God,” Londyn feverishly moaned, shaking her head side-to-side. Her voice accelerated into a squeal, her body arching away when he bit her in response.
“No gods here, little dove. Just the Devil and you.” His soft laughter galvanized Londyn. With a ferocity borne of desperation, she kicked her legs, trying to hurt him, but Oliver only chuckled again, taunting her, “Is this your way of asking me to tie your legs as well? Because if you don’t want that, you’d best settle. There. That’s better. You’ll learn that no matter how ferociously you fight, I will do what I want, Londyn. This is the second time you’ve made me bleed, and while I usually do not allow such incidents to go unanswered, my intention right now is to continue your punishment in a manner that is pleasurable for me. Do you know how I will do that?”
Londyn’s head lolled as he continued licking and sucking her nipples until they were painfully hard. “N-no,” she gasped when he nipped again.
“I’m certain you’ve never been edged. It’s also called orgasm denial by some. It’s a combination of pleasure and torment that can be useful in teaching a lesson. It can be a way of taming a brat or even inspiring obedience. In your case, I plan to accomplish all those objectives by repeatedly bringing you to the edge. But you will never be allowed to come. It’s an exquisite torture, really. I’m so fucking excited to initiate you.”
Her body began shaking with his words. Oliver could not resist taking the finger she’d chomped and sliding it into the warm folds of her pussy. The blood still welling from his bite wound should have been a lubricant, but Londyn was already dripping wet.
“Oh, little dove. You are drenched for me. What a pair we are, you and me. You see, I enjoy inflicting pain, and your body apparently loves it.” Oliver pressed a soft kiss to her open mouth as she panted, using his tongue to outline her lips before dipping in and swirling it around hers. “This pleases me more than you realize. You are a special kind of prize. I’m so fortunate to have acquired you.”
He began stroking her clit, moving with her body when she arched away from his touch. With a mix of his blood and her sweet juices, he occasionally thrust his finger inside, making her cry out at the shocking intrusion. “Do you feel that, Londyn? How wet you are for me? How the pain turns you into a needy little whore desperate to be used by a monster like me? You are fucking my fingers right now… and it’s fucking hot. Maybe I’ll let you come after all. I’ll enjoy watching your sweet cunt drip with all that hate and lust you’ve got bottled up inside you.”
Oliver knew the signs of her impending orgasm. They were scorched into his goddamn brain. Every night, he’d replayed them like they were scenes from an X-rated movie. He’d fucked his hand to those images… swearing at himself for being so weak. But allowing her those three days of recovery only meant it would be all the sweeter when he broke her.
Oliver cruelly withdrew his hand when her eyelids drooped heavily, and her toes began to curl. She receded from the edge, her eyes flying wide open with confusion. He roughly shoved his fingers in her mouth, stifling her moan of protest.
“Lick them clean, dove, and we’ll start again. That was the first of many orgasms I’ll withhold from you today, so take a deep breath. I’m going to ruin you to the point where you are on your knees begging me to fuck you. And hopefully, you will have learned your lesson by the time we are done. Defy me, and I’ll punish you. Hurt me, and I will hurt you. Deny me, and I will take what I want anyway. You can’t win, you will never win. And I’ll make you sorry you ever thought it was an option.”
Many hours later, he carried her up the stairs and laid her unconscious body across the bed.
He had lost count of how many times he denied her completion. After the first five or six times, he simply enjoyed the moments. He carefully watched her responses to his touch. Filed away the knowledge of what made her squirm and jerk against the chain. Noted every nuance of her body as she shivered and sweated and cried from sheer frustration and his cruel denial. But as a testament to her incredible stubbornness, she never begged for anything. Not even to stop the erotic torture. She remained mute until her body finally gave in to exhaustion, her eyes shooting daggers at him until the moment they fluttered shut and she sagged against the restraints. He immediately unchained her from the post before the weight of her body could cause any harm to her shoulders or arms.
She was fucking magnificent in her suffering, and over the hours spent trying to break her today, Oliver’s obsession expanded into something more twisted. Before ending her life, he would hear her sweet voice begging for his mercy. Begging for his cock. Begging that he fuck her into oblivion. But while he had not accomplished those goals with this session of punishment, he thought his next plan would do the trick.
Londyn sighed heavily as he tucked the coverlet around her shoulders. She would be sore tomorrow—her muscles taxed to the limit. He was worn out as well, maybe even more so than her. Fighting the urge to let her come, fighting the overwhelming need to bury himself deep inside her was probably the most difficult thing he’d ever done. Even after he used her mouth two more times and jacking off over her round ass once, marking the pinkened globes with his cum and handprints, Oliver wasn’t satisfied.
Fuck, far from it. His cock knew what it wanted, and what it wanted was her virgin cunt. He wanted it sucking him in the same way her hot, sweet mouth enveloped him. He wanted it pulsing around him, bleeding for him and soaking his flesh with her pleasure. That’s what he wanted, and goddamn if he could hold off from taking every piece of her for much longer.
But… maybe she had earned a small reprieve—one day of rest to regain her strength. One day of contemplating her situation and how completely he held her life in his hands. After her initial resistance, Londyn accepted the punishments he gave her. Maybe she deserved a tiny display of his benevolence.
No. Fuck that. We’ll start again tomorrow. Only this time, I’ll give her so many goddamn orgasms that she won’t remember or even be able to say her own name. The only words I’ll allow are “Oliver” and “Please.”
“Rest easy, little dove,” he whispered, brushing her tangled hair away from her forehead. Unable to help himself, he brushed her lips with his, taking advantage of her soft mouth and kissing her deeply. He had painted her lips with her arousal many times while he played with her, and now, he relished the tangy sweetness on his tongue. She was so delicious. He just wanted to lick and bite and suck every bit of her into his mouth. Inhale her into his lungs and cut his veins open so he could absorb her like an addict with a fix. “Very soon, you will bleed for me, and I will relish every drop.”