43. When Will You Learn? #3
“Yeah, I am,” Silas whispered seductively, his teeth grazing my hip bones. “And you fucking love it.”
He shamelessly dragged his tongue up my length, and I groaned.
“Mmm,” he moaned, grasping the base of my cock in his fist and swirling his tongue around the tip. “You taste amazing. Fucking delicious. I can’t get enough.”
I trembled. “Please stop.”
Silas grazed his lips over the scars covering my abdomen, kissing each one. He never asked how I got the marks, but he was aware who gave them to me now. “You don’t want me to stop, Raven. You’re lying to yourself. It’s okay to give in to me. Give me everything. Let me take it all.”
I squinted my eyes tightly shut, desperately trying to hold my focus. Silas took me back into his mouth, humming sweet moans around my cock as he sucked me and pumped me with his fist, leaving no part of me untouched.
“Silas, shit…”
It didn’t matter what I said—he was unrelenting. I couldn’t fight him any longer. And he was right. I didn’t want to. I wanted to keep fucking his dirty little mouth.
My free hand inched down, coiling into his hair, pressing him forward, closer. He grunted softly but only took me further in, unfazed by my desire for more. This was what he wanted, after all, I was sure.
My hips arched upwards, but I groaned in pain as the sharp metal handcuff dug into my wrist. Every time my body moved, the callous manacle bit down into me. The pain and the pleasure combined was sending me straight to the brink of ecstasy.
Silas’s heat disappeared and I protested the loss with a hushed moan.
“Stop moving,” Silas ordered, “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Just take it off of me then…” I suggested unconvincingly.
Silas chuckled. “Nice try, Noah, but no. The only way you’re getting out of this one is when you cum.”
Once more he consumed me, the pace of his torment increasing. The sound of his spit, the mental visual of him gagging on my cock and absolutely loving it. I was losing all sense of myself.
“Yes, ah– Silas, yes…” The feeling was impossible to resist. The sensations shooting through my body called for him, and I abandoned all thoughts my brain initially gave me to tell me to stop.
I grabbed the back of his head, pressing him onto me roughly, and I’d be damned if the tip of my cock didn’t slide all of the way down his tight throat.
“Please keep going,” I begged. I wouldn’t win this war within myself. I ached for release. Silas moaned around me in response, the vibrations his mouth made around my cock was white hot bliss behind my eyes.
My orgasm ripped through me with such a force it took the wind out of me.
My legs shook and buckled under me as if they were made of jelly.
I blatantly cried Silas’s name, impossible to choke away the cry of passion leaving my mouth.
I could feel Silas’s throat muscles tighten around me as he swallowed, finishing me off with one last gratifying sensation.
It took another slam into the wall to keep me from screaming out my pleasure again.
I don’t know how long it was before Silas rose to his feet. I couldn’t tell someone my full name if they had asked me.
Silas’s breathing pattern was mismatched as he grabbed the back of my head and jerked me forward.
His lips covered over mine and he forced my mouth open, intensifying our kiss with the very muscle that brought me to sinful euphoria moments before.
I could taste myself on his tongue, bringing me regret.
Silas’s fingers dug into my neck, his tongue pillaging my mouth, his teeth coming to rest on my bottom lip with a near feral growl.
I could feel his raging hard on through his dress pants.
“Do you taste how wonderful you are?” he exhaled huskily. “Your cum is five fucking stars.”
He pressed one, two and then three kisses to my swollen lips, his fingers coming up to my mouth to wipe away some of the lingering saliva from my chin. “Now, if you kiss Delane, she will taste a little of us both, hmm?”
I remained silent. I smelled of sex, my arm was growing numb and my legs felt as though they were about to give out. My wrist throbbed from the added strain.
Just as he had exposed me, Silas re-clothed me, straightening my shirt and tie and pulling up my slacks. He brushed his hand across my forehead twice, erasing any trace of sweat from my brow. My head hung low. I couldn’t bear to face him.
And then after a sudden snap of sound my arm fell back down to my side, dead weight, and I was free. I clutched my wrist with my opposing hand, feeling the deep imprint left in the skin by the cuff.
I still couldn’t speak. I wouldn’t even look straight ahead, knowing that Silas watched me through the darkness.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
I dared to do so. Our noses touching briefly as I peered upwards. It was dark, but not so that the small crevice of light from behind the door of the closet couldn’t discern Silas’s eyes, and his sultry expression.
His victory.
He tilted his head down so that his lips parted against my cheek, smirking. “Now I forgive you.”