95. Chapter 93
Emery
The chill of the wood is completely forgotten as Hunter’s mouth lands on my still-overheated pussy. My thighs clamp around his head and my fingers dive into his hair, the dirty blond curls winding their way up each digit.
“Nooo…” I moan, fingers clenching as sharp zings of pleasure try to restart the fire. “Please, I need more time.”
Motion behind Hunter draws my eye. Daddy stands up and stares down at me, eyes hard and unyielding. I want to say something to him, to beg him to make it stop, but Hunter does something with his tongue, and suddenly there is something inside of me as he licks and sucks my clit.
My mouth falls open as Daddy drops down into a crouch by the edge of the coffee table. He reaches out a hand and captures strands of my hair from my forehead and tucks it behind my ear, completely ignoring the way my body is moving under Hunter’s care.
“Hey, baby.” The smile on his face is for my benefit—it doesn’t reach his eyes. The other side of Daddy has taken over, the one that likes to make my skin feel like it is peeling away from my body and my soul float with pleasure.
Whatever is inside of me—fingers, I think—slow their thrusting motion and, instead, start bending and rubbing, like they are searching for something.
Words are not possible right now, so I reach for him. He captures my hand and presses a kiss to my palm before closing my fingers over it. “Don’t forget your safe words, okay? All we want to do is make you feel good. No bad pain, okay?”
Teeth graze over my clit, and I gasp, curling up from the table as whatever the fingers were searching for is found. My pussy tightens and Hunter makes a noise, scraping his teeth over my clit again.
Holy fuck.
I bring my knees up higher to my chest, spreading myself wider.
Hunter pulls back enough that he can look me in the eye as his tongue flattens against my clit.
Streaks of heat flare through my pelvis.
At the same time, the fingers inside me press up against my inner wall, rubbing in a gentle circle, making my toes curl as pleasure throbs.
A hand comes around my throat, applying enough pressure that my gasping breaths stutter in my throat. I grip the forearm and try to pull it away, but it seems to have the opposite effect, because the fingers tighten.
I return my focus to Daddy, his face expressionless. “Safe words, baby.”
My pulse pounds in my head, and I nod at him, brain hazy as Hunter continues to lap at my pussy, my wetness starting to make sounds that can be heard by everyone.
Daddy’s fingers pulse tighter for a second before he lets go with a nod. “Don’t disappoint me.” He stands and walks away.
I track him, watching as he goes over to his Wall of Torment. Is he bringing back a flogger?
My heart beats wildly in my chest.
Will it be the black and red one with the knots at the end? Will it be swishy or thuddy? Will it sting or make me throb?
My thoughts scatter when the fingers inside of me become thicker, a third having been added. Hunter pulls his mouth away, lips and beard shining with my wetness, and smirks as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of me.
I fight the urge to let my eyes close as I stare back, because fuck, all I want to do is sit up and ride his hand as hard as I can. To grind down onto his knuckles and fuck myself.
He lowers his mouth back down, and my thighs immediately start to tremble as he licks at my entrance, right over his fingers. As he comes back up to my clit, there is pressure, and then I’m even fuller as a fourth finger slides in next to the others, my opening stretching tightly.
“Oh fuck,” I moan and drop my head back against the table, the stretch and burn bringing me back from the cliff’s edge.
“Relax your knees out to the side for me, princess.” Angel’s smooth and even words are whispered into my ear, rolling through my mind like a cool hand over feverish skin.
Making my thighs relax enough to lower them from directly over my stomach is harder than I anticipate, especially when it feels like Hunter has his entire hand inside of me, curling his fingers up and down and rubbing on a spot that is making me feel like I need to pee.
I stare at the ceiling, my vision blank, and try to slow my breathing enough to relax. Hands cup my breasts, and I whimper as my nipples are pinched and tweaked, thumbs rubbing back and forth, stoking the fire in my clit.
Without any conscious thought, my knees start to fall apart, and holy fuck. Something shifts inside of me, and my clit suddenly burns as Hunter rotates his hand and applies pressure to my entrance, twisting and turning before pulling back out.
I cry out and turn my head to the side, squeezing my eyes shut as hands cup my knees, keeping me spread open. “No, no, no, too much.”
But no one listens to me. Instead, I feel the slide of ropes around my ankle as someone pinches my nipples, causing me to arch up into the zing of pleasure.
The rope slides around my thigh and loops over my shin, pressing my calf to the back of my thigh. There is a second loop before fingers work along the seam of my leg, all while Hunter is eating my clit and trying to work his entire hand inside of my stretched pussy.
Goose bumps flow over my skin as cool air flows over my nipples and pleasure burns through my veins. The ropes have already started to work their magic on my brain, and it’s so incredibly hard to stay present and not just let myself fall into that floaty space.
One of my breasts is released, and then there are fingers tucking between my face and the coffee table, forcing me to look straight again.
“Open your eyes, baby.”
Slowly, I peel them open and look up into Daddy’s upside-down face.
“Give me your color.”
My brain sluggishly processes the words, every swipe of Hunter’s tongue resetting my thought process before I manage to gasp out a single word. “Green.”
Daddy lowers his face to mine and kisses me upside down, tongue parting my lips and sending a pulse of heat into my pussy as he takes ownership, not once asking me to beg.
Too quickly, the kiss is over, and I’m left panting, but then my world goes dark as fabric is draped over my eyes.
Strong fingers pull through my hair, gathering it, as a set of skillful fingers test the knots around my leg, while sadistic fingers stroke the inner walls of my pussy and teasing fingers tweak my nipple.
All the sensations combined are too much, too good.
Heat burns through my veins, and the edge is rushing toward me.
“Now, baby, all you need to do is lie here and enjoy. We have you. No restrictions. Let go as many times as you need to.”
I feel Daddy lean over the top of me, then my nipple is sucked into his mouth before teeth gently bite down, causing my insides to melt as my orgasm shoves me right off the edge, burning through me like a wildfire that I don’t want to put out.