Chapter 20
Chapter
Twenty
SABLE
T orin starts to move closer. “Now I get to teach you things.”
My mind goes wild with all the dark possibilities. “What exactly are you going to teach me?”
His smile is pure sin. “You did things with Kael, and I’m wondering why he gets to do it, but I don’t.”
My eyes go wide. “I...”
“Don’t get shy now, kitten.”
I’m not shy, just panicked. “But Kael...”
“I know what he did with you,” Torin says. “He rubbed your clit over your pants until you came, then dry humped you until he came on your ass.”
His words are almost as good as a physical touch. Heat flushes up my neck and into my face, but instead of looking away, I watch Torin. “How do you know that?”
“I was right there.”
My eyes widen. “ You watched?”
“Yes,” he says simply, his cock already tenting the front of his dark trousers. “Now we’ll try it without pants.”
His movements are almost languid, as if he’s trying to seduce me with his unhurried pace.
I cross my legs over my knees, trying to cover myself. I’d like to think it’s because I’m not comfortable with my body, but the truth is, it’s because I’ve never been so achingly aware of it before.
Torin approaches me, his eyes dropping to my covered legs before slowly rising to meet my gaze. “Take off the shirt.”
A thrill of excitement races up my spine. “No.”
He grins and there's that crazy look in his eye. I start to wonder if I shouldn't goad him. I don't truly know what this man is capable of. But, for some reason, I don't think he will hurt me.
A knife appears in his hand and suddenly he's cleaving my shirt in two, right up the center. My breasts spring free and I gasp as he growls. "That's better, kitten," he says. "Now, are you going to be difficult about these, too?" he asks, using the tip of his knife to play with the top of my trousers.
The blade pricks at my skin and I hiss slightly. He catches my reaction and leans in to whisper in my ear. "The things I want to do to this beautiful skin of yours, kitten. Gasp for me again," he says, as he presses the knife point a little bit harder into my skin, this time drawing a bead of blood.
I can't stop the moan that escapes my lips. It confuses me and he seems to be able to sense that.
"Don't worry, kitten. Pain can be pleasurable, too. I'll teach you all the things. But, for right now, we'll start slow."
I shimmy out of my pants, not wanting to test him further.
"I'll take these," he says, slicing through my panties. He balls them up in his fist before burying his nose into them. My eyes widen at the sight and he grins at me. "A little appetizer before the main course," he says before shoving them into his back pocket.
"Now, where were we?"
He climbs on the bed, kneeling between my legs. His cock is now fully erect, the tip poking out from his open trousers. There are tattoos on his torso that trail down and disappear below his waistband. I can only imagine how far down they go.
“Open your legs, kitten.” He pushes on the outside of my knees, not moving until I comply. “That’s a good girl.”
My skin tingles where he touches me, like there are pins and needles everywhere. “Are you going to...” I can’t bring myself to say the word, but I press my knees together even harder.
He looks at me innocently, but I think he’s just trying to mess with me. “Am I going to what?”
I shake my head, wishing I could sink into the ground. “Nothing.”
“Fine. Then we’ll just have to play it by ear.” He puts his hand between my legs and spreads them again. “Wider, kitten. I want to see that sweet pussy of yours.”
I can’t believe this is happening. Even more so than the time with Kael.
I’m in the room with a powerful warlock, naked with my legs spread for him and my heart is pounding out of my chest. My skin feels feverish and my blood is pumping so loud in my ears, I barely hear Torin tell me to lay back for him.
He gives a groan of approval, his hand reaching down to palm my pussy.
I squirm away from him.
Torin catches me. “Easy.”
“I’ve...I’ve never...done this.” I can’t finish the sentence. I don’t know why I’m being so honest with him, but he makes me feel like it’s okay .
His mouth quirks up and he strokes my thigh gently. “You’ve never let a man touch your cunt?”
“No.” My voice is barely a whisper.
“Or put his mouth on it?”
“No.”
He narrows his eyes at me, like he doesn’t believe me. “Have you ever even touched yourself?”
I have, but I’m not proud of it. I mean, the last time I masturbated, I came in this bed while thinking of them. My captors and warlocks.
It’s the ultimate betrayal. How could I let myself do that? The fact that I didn’t have any control over my body should have taught me a lesson about the warlocks’ power.
But now, even with Torin standing over me, his heavy cock waiting to be released, I’m still drawn to him. His tattoos, his light insanity, his gruff voice. The way he stares at me like I’m the only woman in the world.
I want him.
God, I hate myself. “Just do it.”
“Do what?” He smirks at me, clearly enjoying watching me squirm.
I shake my head and he just laughs. His eyes roam my nakedness slowly. His gaze linger on my nipples, but his fingers continue to climb up my stomach to my neck and then to my hair. He grips my hair in one hand and uses his other to slide down my chest and stomach until he reaches the spot between my legs.
The touch is so sudden, I gasp.
There’s something about Torin that makes me want to be impulsive and reckless and...and...and free. And yet, there’s a wariness about him that makes me afraid, like he might snap and lose control at any moment .
When he presses a single finger against my clit, I melt into his touch. “Oh.”
“That’s it, kitten,” he murmurs, his finger rubbing back and forth over the hard nub of flesh. “Let me see how you like it.”
I can barely breathe. The pressure of his fingers on me is almost too much to bear. He’s pressing too hard, too light. It’s too much and too little at the same time and I’m suddenly desperate for something more. More friction, more pressure, more everything. “Please,” I whisper. “I need more.”
He laughs, his mouth falling open in a sexy smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you there.”
Torin climbs off the bed and pulls me by my ankles until I’m hanging half off the edge of the mattress. Then he pulls my legs apart and moves between them, his hands gripping my knees so I can’t close them. “Be a good little kitten, and hold them wide for me.”
I don’t understand. Is this where he starts to use magic on me? Or worse?
But then his head drops and I realize what’s about to happen. My cheeks burn with humiliation. “Torin,” I whisper, “I don’t think...”
“You’re worried about feeling good, kitten?”
I shake my head. “It’s not that. It’s just...”
He lifts his head. “What is it?”
“I don’t think you should...I don’t want you to...to put your mouth there.”
His gaze lingers on me for several moments. “And why not?”
“Because you might not like it.”
He lifts a single eyebrow. “You think I won’t like your pussy, kitten? You don’t have very high expectations, do you?”
He looks at me like I’ve done something wrong, and I guess I have. He just wants to pleasure me, and I’m pushing him away. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Why not?” His expression darkens and he pulls me further down the bed so that my ass is hanging off the edge. His fingers press into my knees and he pushes them open even wider.
I try to pull away, but he’s too strong and my muscles are already weak from fear. “It just can’t be right.”
“Why not?”
“I’m...I’m your prisoner. You’re supposed to hurt me and use magic on me.”
“You’re my prisoner?” He cocks his head and studies me for a moment. “Is that really how you see yourself? My captive?”
I open my mouth to agree, but I hesitate. Am I still his prisoner? After what happened with Kael, I'm not sure.
What are we now? Prisoner and captor?
It doesn’t feel like it.
“It’s a little of both,” I say finally. “Maybe. I guess. I don’t really know what we are.”
He leans down and presses his mouth against my pussy, his tongue licking my clit once before he pulls away. “I know exactly what you are.”
I push myself up on my elbows, my breath hitching at the sensation of him touching me so intimately. “What am I?”
“You’re my kitten.” He smiles up at me and leans forward to lick my clit again.
My mind goes blank. I have no idea what he’s talking about. Sure, it's his nickname for me, but what does he mean by "my?"
But when he licks my clit again, I don’t care. I’ll be whatever the hell he wants me to be if it means he keeps doing this. “Oh. ”
“Yes, kitten?” He licks me again and I jolt at the pleasure that shoots up my body. “What do you want?”
“I want...” My voice is hoarse. “More. Please.”
“More what? Do you want me to lick you?” He leans in to lick me again and I have to bite back a scream of pleasure. “Like this?”
“Yes.” My head falls back and my hands fist in the sheets.
Torin laps at my clit and then moves down to lick up my slit, his tongue dipping in to taste my pussy. I’m breathing hard, my heart pounding so hard I think it might beat right out of my chest.
And then his fingers are inside me. I don't even feel them slip inside I'm so wet and aroused. But they're fucking in and out of me as his tongue flicks over my clit. I can’t stop myself from bucking against him, my pussy riding his mouth as he fucks me with his fingers.
He lifts his head, his expression twisted in a snarl as he thrusts in and out of me. “Fuck, kitten. You feel so good. You’re so tight. Your pussy is mine.” He licks my clit and I come off the bed, my hips bucking up off the mattress. “Tell me you know it, Kitten. Tell me you understand that you’re my pussy and no one else’s.”
“I do,” I gasp, my hands grabbing his hair as he devours me like he’s starving. “I’m yours.”
He grunts. “Good.”
Something flickers at the edge of my mind and I wonder what it is. I think of Kael, but whatever it was, it’s gone.
My whole body tightens and I moan as he rubs me over the edge.
I can’t hold back the scream as pleasure flashes over me like a wildfire, burning down my body and reducing me to ashes. My pussy clutches around his fingers, trying to keep him inside me even as he fucks in and out.
I’m still reeling in my aftershocks when he climbs up my body to kiss me. His mouth is wet and salty with my come and when he kisses me, I can taste myself. It’s a shocking intimacy that makes my pussy pulse back to life.
Torin groans and pulls away. “Shit.” He looks down at his cock and I realize he’s already pulled off his trousers. His cock is huge. It’s long and thick and the head is round. There are tattoos running along the length of the shaft, but I can barely see them before he’s holding his cock and stroking it. “You made me come too soon,” he grumbles.
“I didn’t mean to,” I say, oddly anxious.
"That's okay, kitten. You'll get me hard again. I'll show you how."