Chapter 63 #2
She turns her face to the side, but her wet hair hides her face. “And what the fuck is that, Stone? What do I want?”
“Pleasure, Countess. I won’t give you pleasure.”
“What if I don’t want pleasure from you anymore!?” She huffs and tries to get to her knees to remove me from her back. “Get off me!”
“Not yet, and I think you’re lying,” I whisper near her ear.
She laughs scornfully. “Yeah? What am I lying about?”
I trail my hand down her side and shove my hand between her stomach and the bed.
I find her pussy and dip my finger inside, rolling her slippery clit with my finger.
“This. This cunt is telling me something different. It’s telling me you want exactly what I’m going to give you.
” I pull out my hand and suck before dipping inside again, gathering more of her cream.
I put my finger near her mouth. “Taste your lies, Countess.”
“Fuck you!” She mumbles, trying to hide her face.
I hold her chin with my other hand, keeping her face where I want it. I trace her lips, and she opens her mouth, attempting to bite my fingers. My cock gets harder, and I push it into her ass. She’s perfect. I love her like this. “You want to bite, Countess. Go ahead. Bite.”
I push my fingers in her mouth and she bites me. The pain shoots another dart of pleasure right to my dick.
“You want to bite me, brat? Bite as hard as you fucking can, I can take it.”
She bites down harder. I reach my other hand beneath her and push two fingers inside. The moment I do, she moans, releasing my finger to suck. I feel the vibration through my entire hand. She swirls her tongue around, and I match my fingers to her movements.
I bite her earlobe and keep fingering her until she’s humping my hand, grinding down.
“The truth feels good doesn’t it?” She nods and moans around my finger.
“That’s better. Now don’t move. Stay just like this.
” I remove both my hands and I climb off her body.
I head to her nightstand, opening it and pulling out the butt plug I want to use.
I suck on it and sit back down on the bed. Savage satisfaction roars through me that she hasn’t moved. “Hold open your ass.”
“No/”
I dig my hand into her hair and pull her up. It arches her back, and I whisper in her ear. “Disobeying me isn’t going to be fun, Camryn.” I let her down, and she pushes her hair out of her face and looks at me.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Everything is wrong with me, Camryn, but it doesn’t matter. Because fucking you, ruining your pussy, making you out of your mind with pleasure is always the right thing and all I care about.”
She stills, the fight leaving her body. Her shoulders relax, and she lowers her chest back to the bed. The moment she reaches behind her to open her ass, revealing that darkened center, I want to howl like a wolf at the full moon. “Your asshole is gorgeous, Countess. Still a virgin.”
“You fucked me with your knife remember?” She grumbles.
“No, Countess. I haven’t fucked your ass nearly enough.
My knife and tongue got a taste, but I still crave my dick piercing this hole.
” Just saying it, I groan. I touch the ruched skin, reverently, and then suck the plug in my mouth again, adding more spit.
Then I twirl it in the dark furrow, pushing against her tightly closed sphincter. Her ass cheeks clench.
“Relax, Countess.”
“I’m trying. I—I’m not good at it. I don’t think I can.” she pants.
I reach into my pocket and pull out the lube I picked up for her. I flip the top and squeeze it in the opening, adding more than I’ll need. She is going to take the biggest plug tonight. I want her ass ready. She shivers at the cool liquid. “It’s lube.”
She relaxes, and I work slowly, moving the plug, smoothing the slippery gel over and around her anus, allowing her to take it at her own pace.
I keep reminding her to breathe, and eventually it slides inside.
The flared, jeweled end is all I can see now.
It’s magnificent decorating her hole. “How does it feel? It’s bigger than my knife and the other two plugs. ”
“It hurts a little. And it feels like it doesn’t belong, but at the same time it feels good.” She murmurs, her voice shaky. She rocks her hips from side to side and moans. “I’m so full. Please, Stone. Fuck me now.”
I turn her over gently and kiss her, needing to feel her mouth, needing to hear that stuttered breath I’ve grown used to when she’s aroused to the point of pain, ready to come around my cock. “Just a little more. I want you on edge.”
She resists me, refusing to open her mouth. I growl against her lips. “Let me fucking inside.” Squirming, she turns her head away.
“No! You’re being an asshole! Everything is always on your terms!”
I gentle my touch, kissing her face, her cheeks, her eyelids, and finally her forehead. “You have no idea how untrue that is, Countess.” As much as I’ve tried to stop it. She has me completely ensnared. “Let me in. I need to taste. I need—”
She watches me, her eyes searching, and I’m not ready for her to see what I’ve been hiding from, running from.
“What do you need?”
You. I need her like I need my next breath, but I know this is all going to blow up in my face.
I can feel it. So I say the only truth I can admit to.
“Your body.” I bury my face in the soft, sacred place of her neck.
The place where I first cut her. I nose along her skin, desperate to feel that raised skin.
The wound that has long healed, but I picture it the first time she gave herself to me.
She kisses my neck and licks up to my ear, whispering, “You have it, Stone. But I want your body too. This isn’t a one-sided thing. Stop denying me.”
Her words have a double entendre. I know what she means.
Stop denying this, us. But for now, I’ll take her words at face value.
She turns her head and kisses me. What started as a feral need to fuck, has turned into a need to slow this down, to give her what she asks for, if only with the one thing that I can: my body.
My heart is an empty vessel, a meaningless token, too cheap and used-up for someone like her.
She moans into my mouth, pushes her hands under my shirt, her nails digging into my skin. I tear my mouth from hers.
“Harder, Countess. Let me feel those nails.”
She follows my commands and scrapes her nails down my back repeatedly, to the waistband of my jeans. Her hands shove themselves past my belt and underwear until she finds my naked ass. I rasp her name when her nails embed themselves in my skin. I growl, loving the look in her eyes. “Harder.”
Something wicked flares in her eyes. “I used to be such a good girl before you.”
“No, Countess. I don’t want you to be good. I want you to be bad. Wicked. Fucking a good girl isn’t for me. I want you to be just as bad, just as filthy and just as dirty as I am. Take what you want.”
She lifts her chin and removes her hand, pushing on my chest. “Only if you let me take control.”
When she pushes again, I fall to my back, letting her have the control she’s asking for.
She straddles me, her wet pussy right over the hard ridge of my jeans.
Her breasts are flushed, and her dark hair hangs down, just like I fantasized about.
Her sinister smile makes my arousal surge.
She lifts my shirt, and I help her. She hums when she sees my naked chest. “Delicious.” She traces the tattoos on my skin, using the sharp edge of her nails.
I grunt when she pinches my nipple. Christ. My body is on fire.
She’s my succubus. When I tell her, she throws back her head, laughing.
“So I’m a medieval mythical, female-form demon?”
I’m not surprised she knows. She’s fucking brilliant.
“Don’t they visit men in their dreams to seduce them through sex and drain their life force?”
“Hmmm.” I’d let her have whatever she wants.
“Take off your shirt.” She demands, rotating her pussy, using the ridge of my jeans and cock to stimulate her clit. “Fuck, Stone, I could come like this.” Her plump breasts shake when she tosses her long black hair over her shoulder.
I sit up slightly and pull off my shirt, tossing it away before I lie back down, enjoying the show.
She bites her lips, curls her fingers into claws over my naked pecs.
“I think I’d like being a succubus. Maybe I’ll suck your cock.
Bite it and drain your cum?” She scrapes her nails down my stomach, moving off me and roughly unbuttoning my pants.
She reaches inside and squeezes my cock, not being gentle about it.
She tugs at his piercings, pulling on my frenum.
Tugging at the delicate skin. It pinches, and the pain makes me more erect.
I hiss, watching her pull me straight up, sliding her fingertip through the precum coating the tip.
I reach behind her and push my hands between her cheeks and find the heart-shaped end of the plug.
Sticky lubricant still coats the surface, and I pull it out a millimeter and push it back in again.
I add more pressure, forcing the metal deeper.
She lifts her head and closes her eyes, moving her hips against my finger.
“Fuck, yes, Stone. I want your cock inside me so bad.”
“Suck my cock, baby. Imagine how it’s going to stretch your ass. Imagine how good it’s going to feel when my cock is right here.” I tap again. “Imagine how hard you’ll come.”