32. Ache
Ache
Helena
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
I moan as his cum coats my throat, and I swallow him down.
Wanting more, I suck harder, taking everything he’ll give me.
I had missed the taste of him, missed seeing him lose control.
As he guides me off, I look up into his eyes.
Dark blue circles of abandonment look back at me.
He places his hands on my jaw and his thumbs swipe away the tears on my cheeks.
“See, little dove? Not gone, just forgotten. Stay right where you are.”
He leans back, catching his breath for a moment. Then he rises from the chair, pulling up his pants, his cock disappearing from my view. I lower my ass to my heels and shift my hips, needing friction.
“Poor dove. I bet that pussy is aching, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I say on a breath, pleading eyes desperate for more.
He moves behind me, lifting my torso, pushing my chest to the seat of the chair so I’m bent over.
Hands still tied behind me, my clit throbs in anticipation.
He slowly lifts the hem of my gown over my hips and lowers my panties.
He slides his rough hands over my skin, and I feel the heat of his gaze on my exposed center.
“God, you’re beautiful, Helena.” He slides a finger over my asshole. “Mark my words, my cock will own every one of your holes.” His finger moves lower until he hits my clit. My back arches at the contact.
“Please Silas”
“Say it again.” His finger circles my clit with the lightest touch. My hips push back, urging him on, but his hand leaves me.
“Please.”
He leans over me, brushing my hair aside to expose my neck. Tugging on the hair, I gasp as he pulls, twisting my spine.
“No, Helena. I want to hear you say my name.”
In this position, it’s hard to breathe, so I force out a quiet, “Silas.”
As soon as his name passes my lips, I know it sounds exactly like the calls I have made to him.
He releases my hair and my cheek drops back to the cushion.
I can hear his breaths quicken. Needing to bring him back in the moment, I move my hips, rubbing against him.
He responds by plunging two fingers into my pussy.
“So fucking wet. So fucking tight.” He flattens his fingers against my front wall and picks up his pace. His arm wraps around me while his other hand shifts to my clit.
“Shit, Silas.”
“There she is,” he says in a saccharin tone. “You’re drenching my hand, Helena.”
I lift my head, then drop my forehead to the cushion, my eyes squeezing shut. “That feels so good. Your fingers feel so good.”
“Imagine if it was my dick. When it’s time, I’m going to destroy this pussy. Do you hear me?”
“I–” My muscles tighten, the energy building. “I hear you.”
“Good dove, using her words.” His fingers brush over my g spot again…and again until my legs are shaking. “Now come for me, Helena. Give your devil what he wants.”
And I do. It washes over me, a euphoric pulsing pleasure. I scream into the cushion, not able to contain my voice. I feel my arousal drip down my thigh.
“Fuck yes, let go, dove.” Pushing my orgasm further, he moves his fingers violently.
I hear my wetness as he rams into me. My hips buck forward when it becomes too much.
He slows until he gently slides out. The warmth of his body leaves me as he bends down behind me.
I feel his tongue start at the back of my knee, then it slides up the sensitive skin of my thigh all the way up to my clit.
I suck in a breath as he passes over it, doing the same to the other thigh.
“You taste like heaven, Helena.”