Chapter 31 #2
He pulls my legs open again, pushing my thighs into the mattress with firm pressure that leaves no room for argument.
"Keep them open just like this and do not close them until I say," he tells me, his eyes locking with mine in a gaze so commanding it pins me in place more effectively than his hands.
There's no mistaking the authority in his voice, the expectation of complete obedience.
"Yes, sir," I say automatically, the words falling from my lips without thought, surprising even myself with how natural they feel.
"Good girl," he praises, and something warm unfurls in my chest at his approval, spreading through me like honey.
Then he spreads my pussy lips with his thumbs and studies me with such focused attention that I have to fight the urge to squirm beneath his scrutiny.
I hold my breath, acutely aware of how exposed I am, how vulnerable.
"You have the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen," he says with genuine appreciation, easing my insecurity about him being so up close and personal with my most intimate part. His words wrap around me like a warm blanket, making me feel cherished rather than judged.
Before I know what's happening, he's dipping his head down and licking me with one long, deliberate stroke from entrance to clit, his tongue flat and hot against my sensitive flesh.
"Oh god!" My back bows off the bed and I squeeze his head with my thighs, overwhelmed by the sensation that shoots through me like an electric current. My hands clutch desperately at the sheets beneath me, seeking something to anchor myself.
He pushes my legs back into the bed again, his grip firmer this time, fingers digging into my flesh. "What did I tell you?" he asks, his voice stern but his eyes heated with undisguised desire.
"I'm sorry," I gasp, trembling with need, my body vibrating with want so intense it's almost painful. My chest heaves with each desperate breath.
And before I know what's happening, he slaps my pussy—not hard, but sharp enough to send a jolt of unexpected pleasure through my entire body, radiating outward from that sensitive bundle of nerves.
I yelp in surprise, my eyes flying wide open.
Holy fucking shit, did he really just do that?
And did I fucking like it? The confusion tangles with arousal as my body responds with a fresh flood of wetness.
"I am trying to be gentle with you, baby, but you have to be good," he says, his voice a mixture of warning and tenderness that makes me want to please him even more.
"I'll be good," I pant, desperate for him to continue, willing to promise anything to feel his mouth on me again. My hips lift slightly, seeking contact without my conscious permission.
He dips back down and sucks my clit into his mouth, and the sensation is overwhelming, like nothing I've ever experienced before.
The warmth, the pressure, the gentle suction—it's everything at once.
"God, that... that... oh shit, that feels so good," I stutter out, completely wrapped up in the feeling of his hot mouth against me, my vocabulary reduced to fragments as pleasure overrides my ability to form coherent sentences.
I'm already getting close, my thighs trembling with the effort to stay open, and now he's licking my piercing, his tongue toying with the small metal bar, and holy fuck it feels good.
I haven't done anything but play with myself since I got the piercing, and this is on a whole different level—like comparing a match to a forest fire.
"You taste so fucking sweet," he groans against my flesh, the vibration of his voice adding another layer of sensation that makes me whimper. "You're the only dessert I'll ever need." His words are muffled against me, but they still manage to send a shiver of pleasure racing up my spine.
He moves lower, lapping up all of my juices before fucking me with his tongue, pushing inside me with firm, deliberate strokes that make my toes curl.
I find myself pushing down on his tongue, wanting more, craving a deeper connection.
He goes back to my clit and slides his fingers inside me.
It doesn't hurt this time—it feels amazing, like he's touching a part of me I never knew existed, awakening nerve endings I didn't know I had.
I feel my orgasm building rapidly, the pressure coiling tighter with each stroke of his fingers, each flick of his tongue against my swollen, sensitive flesh.
My breathing becomes erratic, shallow pants punctuated by little gasps and moans I can't control.
"I'm so close, please. Please," I beg, not even sure what I'm begging for—release, mercy, or for this exquisite torture to never end.
He curls his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that sends lightning through my veins, a shock of pleasure so intense it's almost frightening.
"Holy fuck!" I cry out as I come apart, my entire body convulsing with pleasure.
It's more intense than the orgasm I had earlier, waves of ecstasy washing over me as he keeps working me through it, relentless in his determination to wring every last drop of pleasure from my trembling body.
It becomes too much, the pleasure crossing that fine line into almost-pain as my oversensitive nerves scream for mercy.
I try to back away, my hips jerking involuntarily, but he holds me exactly where he wants me, his grip unyielding.
"I can't, please," I beg, oversensitive and overwhelmed, tears forming at the corners of my eyes.
"Oh god, it's too much." My whole body shakes with aftershocks, caught between wanting to prolong the pleasure and needing relief from the intensity.
He finally releases me, and I'm left panting while he looks down at me with nothing but raw lust in his eyes, his gaze so hot it could melt steel.
Then he drops his pants in one smooth motion, and my eyes go wide.
I knew he was big—I felt him—but seeing it hits different.
He's long and thick with a perfect fat head that makes my mouth water, intimidating and enticing all at once.
"Are you sure?" he asks, giving me one final chance to back out, a surprising moment of consideration amid all this heated urgency.
I nod because I'm at a loss for words, completely mesmerized by the sight of him, by the knowledge of what's about to happen—how he's about to change me forever.
"Scoot back," he says, and I comply immediately, pushing myself up the bed until my head rests on the pillows. He climbs between my legs, his powerful body caging mine in the most delicious way, his arms braced on either side of my head, muscles flexing with the effort of holding himself above me.
"This is going to hurt, but I'll be as gentle as I can, and if you want to stop, we can, okay?" he asks, showing unexpected tenderness that makes something in my chest constrict with emotion.
I nod again, still unable to form coherent thoughts, my mind a swirling vortex of desire, fear, and anticipation.
"Use your words, Skye," he reminds me, his tone gentle but firm, unwilling to proceed without my explicit consent.
"Okay," I finally manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Relax, baby," he says, positioning himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against me in a promise of what's to come.
I take a deep breath, preparing for what's to come, for the pain and pleasure that will transform me irrevocably, making me his in the most fundamental way possible.