Chapter 22 #2
“Listen to you,” he sneered, the tip of his cock hot and wet against my thigh. “You’re a mess, Bishop. Dripping all over my floor, desperate for me to stretch that pretty pink cunt out again. Tell me how badly you need my cock back inside you.”
“Please,” I gasped, abandoning every ounce of pride. “Fuck me. Please, Cipher. I need you inside me. I need it.”
He drove his cock back into my aching pussy. I was suspended in pleasure and making noises that I’d never heard come out of my mouth before.
Cipher’s breathing shifted against my ear, turning harsh and ragged. Deep inside my pussy, I felt the undeniable thickening of his cock. He was close, we both were. My muscles clenched tight around him and I was ready to shatter into a million pieces.
He pulled out again and I screamed in frustration.
A second later, something warm splashed across my lower back. He groaned as he painted my skin with his cum.
“Such a beautiful, greedy cunt,” he rasped. “Taking every inch. Fucking perfect.”
“You came,” I choked out, genuine outrage searing through my veins. “You didn’t let me.”
“Why would I punish myself?” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my shoulder. He dragged his lips up my neck and scraped his teeth lightly over my pulse point.
I shivered against him, my body strung tight and aching with the orgasm he kept stealing from me.
“I can come as many times as I want tonight,” he whispered. His voice held a dark promise that made my legs tremble. “I can spill into you over and over without ever needing to stop. While you have to wait until I decide you have suffered enough to earn your release.”
Metal clicked above my head and the tension on my wrists vanished.
I pitched forward, but Cipher caught me against his chest, grabbing my wrists before they dropped.
Once I was steady on my feet, he rubbed my shoulders and arms. Blood rushed back into my numb fingers in a painful wave of pins and needles.
“Walk,” he commanded.
He turned me by the waist and guided me forward. There was a sharp snick of metal and the cuff around my right wrist popped open and I sighed in relief. I was tired of the cuffs biting into my wrists.
He backed me up until my spine hit something hard and narrow. A metal beam.
I shifted my stance, my toes sinking into something thick and soft on the floor.
“Kneel,” he ordered.
I dropped down onto the soft surface and he caught my wrists. He pulled my arms sharply behind my back, wrapping them around the beam. The open cuff snapped shut over my wrist again, locking it securely to the left. I was bound to the pole.
I couldn’t tell where Cipher was until his thumb pressed into my lower lip, dragging it down. The heat of his breath washed over my face right before the wet, hot slide of his tongue stroked my exposed inner lip.
I shivered and chased his mouth, straining against the cuffs locking my arms, desperate to capture his lips for a real kiss. He backed away just out of reach, leaving me panting.
His fingers grazed my temples and the tight knot at the back of my head loosened. The blindfold slipped down my face.
I blinked rapidly. The light was dim, but after the darkness of the blindfold, the sudden illumination almost hurt. Colors blurred into a harsh wash of crimson and shadow. I wanted to look around and see where he’d taken me but Cipher dominated my entire field of vision.
He was bathed in the red light. Shadows clung to the muscular planes of his chest and the sharp, arrogant cut of his jaw.
He was a demon forged from violence and malice, massive and terrifying.
But god, he was a beautiful demon. The red illumination bled into his striking silver eyes, turning the irises into molten, glowing rings.
His hand reached down to cup my jaw and his thumb stroked a slow path across my cheekbone.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he murmured but his softness evaporated as he stepped closer. He tilted my head back against the beam to maintain eye contact and his cock brushed against my chin.
“You’re going to be a good girl for me, Annie,” he commanded.
“You’re going to take my cock all the way down your throat.
” He dragged the head across my lower lip and I flicked my tongue out.
I tasted myself on him, salt and sex. My mouth watered and I parted my lips, craving the fullness, but he held back, teasing me with the tip.
“Have you ever had your throat fucked?” he asked.
“No,” I rasped.
“Do you want me to fuck your throat?” he demanded. His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling my head further until my scalp burned.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Please.”. I wanted everything he was willing to do to me.
He stroked his cock over my bottom lip again. “Such a desperate thing,” he crooned. “A perfect, filthy mess, begging to choke on my cock. Open up and show me how deep you can take it.”
I opened my mouth, desperate to taste him.
Cipher thrust forward, breaching my lips and filling my mouth with his length.
He pushed deeper, hitting the very back of my throat.
My gag reflex kicked in and made my eyes water.
My chest heaved while I choked, but I refused to pull back. I wanted every inch of him.
He pulled back slowly, dragging the head along my tongue, resting it near the corner of my mouth. “That’s it,” he murmured. “You’re going to take it like my perfect little whore.”
I swallowed hard and adjusted my jaw. I knew how to suck cock, I was actually pretty decent at it if my past partners were any indication.
I knew what I was doing. I paid close attention to the shift of Cipher’s hips, learning the exact cadence of his thrusts so I could steal breaths through my nose.
He set the pace, and I matched it perfectly.
I kept my eyes locked on his face. He was a masterpiece of violence and power.
Sweat slicked his chest, catching the red light of the room and highlighting every defined ridge of his torso.
The bands of muscle across his abdomen flexed and coiled with every thrust. Veins stood out on his forearms as his hands gripped my head.
The deep, shadowed V trailing beneath his waistline drew my attention, emphasizing the raw, masculine beauty of his movements.
Watching him take his pleasure from my body was intoxicating.
My pussy throbbed in time with his thrusts and fresh wetness dripped down my thighs.
His fingers twisted into my hair, the grip tightening painfully against my scalp. He angled my face exactly where he wanted it, leaving me no room to retreat.
“I’m going to come down your throat,” he groaned. “And you’re going to swallow every fucking drop, Annie.”
I moaned around his cock. I was more than ready to swallow him down. He drove his hips forward and the hot rush of his cum hit the back of my throat in searing pulses.
“Fuck,” he choked out, throwing his head back. “Your beautiful fucking mouth.”
I swallowed rhythmically, taking everything he gave me exactly how he commanded. When he finally pulled out, I slumped against the beam, gasping for air. My chest heaved, my lips parting to pull in desperate lungfuls of oxygen.
Cipher dropped to his knees right in front of me, framing my face with his hands. He leaned in and captured my mouth in a kiss.
I whimpered against his lips. The ache between my legs was agony. I was dying to come.
His hands left my face, grabbing the metal of the cuffs binding my wrists behind the pole. The metal shrieked and snapped under his grip as he broke the restraints with his bare hands and pulled me up into his arms.