Chapter 11 #2
With my arms still shackled, I craned my head to the side, watching her intently. “Now spit on it like a good bitch before you stuff your hungry cunt with every inch of me.”
Her lips pursed, a trail of saliva moving from them to the head of my cock. Its damp warmth drew a moan from me, my knuckles whitening as I worked to keep my self-restraint intact. Working to level my breathing, the muscles in my thighs tensed as she curled her fingers around my hardened member.
“Gods, Cas, I forget how big you are sometimes.” Curling her wrist, she stroked me a handful of times before her pulsating, golden stare fell on me. “And somehow, even when you’ve utterly destroyed me, I come back again wanting all of you.”
“Then take me as you wish, Sapphira, darling.”
As if my words were a hypnotic spell, she moved, kneeling over me before guiding me inside of her. Each inch urged her walls to let me in, constricting my cock like a vice. As she settled at my base, those gentle squeezes threatened to be my undoing.
Slipping into her usual position, one hand curled around the chain linking my piercings while the other found my throat.
Her fingers cinched down, digging into the side of my neck with enough force to blur the edges of my vision.
With the constriction, my mind slipped into the numbness I yearned for, and encouraged by the rapture-infused groan I uttered, Saph rolled her hips forward.
Our moans mixed, infusing into a radiant harmony. It became a heightened pitch of indulgence, the two of us engaging in a sin we had no desire to absolve. We relished in one another, even if the lust-filled stares and ravenous touches were temporary.
“Oh, gods, Cas,” she breathed, her rhythm increasing as she rocked herself up and down my stiffness.
“Keep going,” I pushed out, driving my heels into the bed to force myself deeper. “Harder, Saph.”
She obeyed, driving herself down onto me with a relentlessness that earned a growled moan.
My hips bucked up into her cunt, and I savored the little whimpers that resonated from her in response to my brutality.
With the two of us determined to outperform the other, our pace intensified, testing the limits we were willing to reach before one of us inevitably caved.
It was an attribute we shared both in and outside the bedroom.
An earth-rattling cry of pleasure escaped her with a pitch high enough that everyone on the ship would know what we were up to. With her head tipped back, she continued fucking herself with my cock. Her breasts moved in tandem, completely hypnotizing me into the intoxicating trance of all she was.
“Are you going to c—”
Cutting me off before I could finish my question, she pulled back on the chain with a force she’d never used before.
As spots consumed my vision, the resulting anguish became nearly all I needed to release.
It was far more than a searing burn that radiated from each of my nipples, and still, the pain merged with the overarching bliss.
My back arched, toes curling as my chin sailed skyward.
The metal shackles pinning me in place burned my wrists, each yank against them carving a mark into the sensitive flesh.
Panting near-pathetically, my lips parted, a moan beginning to crawl its way up from the back of my throat.
As if sensing it, Saph reacted in kind, her hand moving from my neck to clamp down on my mouth.
Silencing me, she leaned forward, drawing the chain up between her teeth.
The overriding sensation mixed with my building need for release had me reeling, thrashing beneath her with every desire of escape.
Amused by my overstimulation, she lifted her head, bringing the links with her.
A groan of pleasure followed as she circled her hips, every noise tumbling from me muted by her hold.
“Look at me,” she demanded with the chain still in her mouth, her golden irises locking with my fluttering stare. “Are you going to cum for me, Captain?”
That’s all it took.
My legs began to tremble as I filled her. She moaned in response, continuing to move in ways I’d never experienced with another woman, riding me until she, too, reached her peak. And as soon as she did, she came completely undone.
The chain tumbled from her lips, a sharpened gasp quick to follow. Leaning back, her hand found my thigh as she worked to keep herself upright, her entire frame rocking with the influx of heightened euphoria. She slowed her pace, and I took advantage, pushing up into her harshly.
“Oh, fuck!” she screamed, her nails digging into my leg with a pressure I knew was already drawing blood.
“Listen to you, baby,” I panted, shifting once more so that I could hear her breath hitch. “Coming undone for me.”
“Gods, Cas.”
Loosening her hold, she reached behind her, her fingertips brushing against my inner thigh.
The warmth that pooled there vanished before quickly replenishing, and she turned back, my lineage staining her digits.
Without missing a beat, she opened her mouth, bringing my life force to her tongue and sucking off every drop of it.
“Shit, Saph…” I snarled, keeping my eyes pinned on her.
A breathless inhale filled her chest as she finished lapping up my lineage. With my cock still buried inside her tight pussy, she leaned forward, her lips finding mine. The sharp tang of copper greeted me, confirmation of the lingering stain my blood had left on her tongue.
Moaning into the connection, I dragged my tongue between her molars, cleaning the remnants of myself from the back of her mouth.
My hardness shuddered as I devoured her, constricted once more by her walls.
Swapping saliva, she released a toe-curling mewl, a sound that’d continually brought me back to her more times than I could count.
No matter how much I’d tried to avoid her enchanting lure, she’d always drawn me in like a beacon to a ship.
And still, somehow, the relationship we held outside the bedroom was the furthest thing from intimate.
Neither of us desired to be tied down, controlled by another.
Or at least I thoroughly convinced myself I wasn’t until—
A hard thud reverberated from the door with enough force to knock one of the decorative anchors off the wall, and Syoran’s demanding tone came quickly after its collision with the floor. “Both of you, get out of one another and onto the deck!”
“Gods above, Syoran,” I snarled as Saph continued to trail her tantalizing kisses down my jaw and toward my throat, tempting me to go another round. “There better be some fucking Tide Eaters on my ship or so help me—”
“No Tide Eaters, my friend, but we are docking.”
“Docking?” Saph pulled back, agitation billowing off her as she glared down at me, immediately aware that I’d directed us off route without her knowing. “Where the fuck have you guided this ship, Caspian Vayne?”
“Oh, nowhere,” I hummed, my lips curling into a cruel smile. “I have some curiosities I would like to probe an old friend about.”
It was an island far off our planned path, diverting us from our original timeline.
Even so, I couldn’t help but grin at the incessant glare that Saph bore in my direction, knowing that I’d receive the same from Morwenna as soon as I set foot in her shop.
She wasn’t only pissed about us straying from our intended path, but my continued involvement with the practicing witch—the one who challenged the lines of ego and sanity.
I viewed most fortune-tellers as scam artists, milking coin from incompetent fools who wished to believe whatever they uttered. They were good at it, luring desperate individuals into their traps just to feed their customers what they wanted to hear.
But Morwenna? She was different.
She’d predicted far too many things in my life for it to be coincidental, and now I had a handful of questions I’d happily pay her to answer.
With our bitch in holding continuing to pique my interest in ways I couldn’t decipher, I had become somewhat desperate to figure out why.
Not only that, but the numerous stolen journals I kept in my quarters had drawn up theories that were continuing to nudge me toward insanity.
I only hoped I could remember to ask her about them when Rohen Levitte had come to occupy the front of my mind.