Chapter 52 Danica #2
His grip turns brutal, holding me still as he fights for control. "Fuck...that mouth." The muscles in his neck strain as he throws his head back. "Making me lose my goddamn mind, baby."
The power I hold over him is intoxicating. I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder, letting my hands roam his thick thighs. My fingers find his heavy sac, massaging gently as I take him deeper.
"Christ." His hips snap forward, fingers tightening painfully in my hair. "Keep that up and I'll fuck that pretty throat raw."
I pull back with an obscene pop, strings of saliva connecting my swollen lips to his cock. "Yeah?" I lick my lips, tasting him. "What's stopping you?"
His eyes flash dangerously, midnight blue bleeding to black. "Careful, baby." His voice drops, making my nipples pebble. "Might just ruin that smart mouth of yours."
I answer by swallowing him down again, my tongue swirling as I take him deeper. Drool leaks from the corners of my mouth as I devour him, making everything deliciously messy. Just the way we both like it.
"Eyes up, Angel." His voice is a dark command. "Look at me while you choke on my cock." His grip tightens in my hair, forcing my gaze up to meet his. "Want to see those pretty tears running down your face."
He thrusts deep, hitting the back of my throat. I gag and sputter around his girth, spit flying as he holds me there. My eyeliner runs with my tears, but the burning in my throat only makes me want more.
"Fuck, baby." His grunts. "Getting my cock nice and wet for that tight little ass, aren't you? Such a filthy girl."
His thick length muffles my answering moan, drool coating his shaft as he uses my mouth. The rougher he gets, the wetter I become, my pussy clenching with need.
"That's it. Goddamn." His hips snap forward, making me gag again. "Gonna need all this spit when I bend you over and wreck that ass."
I cough around him as he thrusts hard, using my head as he fucks my throat.
I moan, the need to touch myself burning within me.
Rhyland pulls out and hauls me to my feet, my chin and chest covered in spit and saliva.
He flips me around, yanking my skirts up, the fabric of my gown whispers against my skin as he roughly shoves it up around my waist. Bending down, taking me into his mouth from behind.
His tongue finds my asshole, hot and demanding, making my knees buckle. My nipples rake against the cold stone wall through the thin silk of my dress, sending sparks of pleasure straight through me.
His tongue circles my tight entrance, teasing the sensitive nerve endings and making me whimper with need. He alternates between licking and gently working a finger inside, stretching me open for what's to come.
The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth and fingers fill the air, echoing off the stone walls. He pulls back for a moment, and I hear him spit, the lewd sound making my cheeks burn. His saliva drips down, slicking my hole even more.
"Fuck, you're so tight." His voice is thick with lust. "Gonna feel so good stretching around my cock."
His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as I feel the thick head of his erection pressing insistently against my slick entrance.
"You ready for me, Angel?" He teases the tip just inside, making my body clench greedily.
"Been teasing me all night with that sexy mind of yours.
Time to give this ass what it's been begging for.
" he slowly starts to enter me and I groan against the wall, the enormous bulbous head, breaking through the tight ring of muscle.
"Time to wreck you."
I bite my lip to stifle my cry as his cock breaches me, the thick head stretching me impossibly wide. My fingers scrape against stone, seeking purchase.
Rhyland works his way inside me, inch by torturous inch, grunting as my body greedily accepts him. It's not until the very last bit of him is buried deep that I let out a muffled cry against his palm covering my mouth, my body shuddering with the pleasure of being so completely filled.
His hand leaves my mouth, only to lace through my hair, yanking my head back."Perfect." His voice is a dark rumble. "Keep that ass arched, baby. I'm gonna fuck this ass deep and hard."
I obey, arching my back to offer him the perfect angle. He begins to thrust, his big cock sliding deep, easier now that my body has adjusted to his size. Our combined juices create a delicious slip as he moves, the burn fading to be replaced by an intense, all-consuming pleasure.
Rhyland thrusts into me, his cock a thick, relentless force claiming my ass.
He knows I love it hard and doesn't hold back, pounding into me with intense, deep strokes.
His powerful body slams against mine, sending shocks of pleasure through my body.
Every brutal snap of his hips sends me higher, taking me to the very edge.
"Oh god..." The sound escapes me as the intensity builds, the rhythmic sounds echoing off stone walls. My eyes fly open at a sound down the hall, scanning our surroundings. My blood turns to ice when I spot a figure lurking in the shadows, watching our intimate moment.
"Rhy—" I try to warn him, but his hand finds my throat, cutting off my words.
"Not stopping now, Angel. You started this game, now we finish it."
He has no idea we have an audience. The knowledge that we're being watched sends an illicit thrill down my spine, making me arch deeper into his thrusts. His grip on my throat tightens as he increases his pace, and heat floods my cheeks at the sounds echoing off the stone walls.
"Close, baby." His voice is strained, desperate. "You feel too good."
The shadowy figure remains motionless, watching, waiting, as Rhyland drives us toward the edge.
"Gonna flood this ass, baby." His hips snap forward, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. My vision darkens at the pressure on my throat, but it only adds to the overwhelming pleasure building inside me. My pussy throbs in time with his thrusts, the need to touch myself becoming desperate.
"Gonna make you spray that sweet juice all over this floor, Angel." His free hand finds my clit, circling and rubbing until I cry out, my body spasming around him. "Come for me, baby."
His fingers curl inside me, finding that perfect spot that makes me moan. My eyes flutter open, seeking the shadow figure still lurking in the darkness. They remain motionless, drinking in our display, and the knowledge shoots electricity straight through my core.
"Fuck, Rhyland...I—" My words dissolve into a strangled cry as my orgasm rips through me, my inner walls clenching spasmodically around him.
Pleasure hits me in waves, my release dripping down my trembling thighs to pool on the stone floor. Rhyland buries his face in my neck, muffling his roar as his hips stutter. His cock pulses, filling me with his hot release, each thrust pumping me fuller.
My body quakes with aftershocks, every nerve ending singing as he marks me from the inside out. His grip on my throat loosens just enough to let me gasp for air, the combination of oxygen deprivation and intense pleasure making my head spin.
The stranger's presence in the shadows only intensifies each sensation, making me shake and convulse around Rhyland's throbbing length. My legs threaten to give out as another wave of pleasure crashes over me, but his strong arms hold me steady against the wall.
There's something deliciously forbidden about knowing someone is watching Rhyland claim me, watching him dominate every inch of my body.
"That's it, baby," he grumbles against my neck, his hips still moving in shallow thrusts. "Such a good girl."
My throat feels like I deepthroated a freight train and my ass burns in ways that'll make tomorrow's activities interesting. But holy hell, was it worth it. Rhyland tucks himself away before playing gentleman, smoothing down my dress like he didn't just rail me against a palace wall.
Catching my reflection, I have to stifle a laugh. I look like I went ten rounds with a makeup artist from a horror film—eyeliner everywhere, lips swollen and red. My thighs are slicker than an oil spill, and there's a puddle on the floor that some poor servant will have to deal with.
He yanks me against his chest, claiming my mouth in a kiss. His smug grin could power ásgard's electricity bill for a year when he pulls back.
"Looks like your little mind games backfired, baby." He says with male satisfaction. "Should've known better than to tease me."
I arch an eyebrow, trying to look composed despite my thoroughly debauched state. "Please. I got exactly what I wanted." I tap his chest with one finger. "You're just mad I played you like a—"
A sudden movement, and something crashing to the floor in the shadows cuts me off. Rhyland's playful demeanor vanishes instantly, replaced by the lethal predator lurking beneath. My eyes dart to where our voyeur had been watching, but the space is empty now.
Rhyland takes off, stalking down the hallway, his long strides eating up the marble floor. I hurry after him, trying not to waddle like someone who just got their ass thoroughly destroyed.
"Going Viking on me now?" I pant, struggling to match his pace. "What happened to my smug satisfaction?"
"Someone watched." His voice could freeze hell. "Going to find out who had the balls to spy on my woman."
I barely resist rolling my eyes. Like, seriously? Mr. 'Let me eat you out in front of an entire sex club' is suddenly shy about an audience? The same man who made me suck his dick in said place, while half the club watched?
The irony is thick enough to spread on toast. Not that I'm going to mention how that mystery voyeur added an extra spark to my orgasm. Something tells me that particular confession might need to wait until his caveman tendencies settle down.
"You do realize we basically invited an audience by fucking against a wall during a royal party, right?" I dodge a decorative vase as I chase after him. "I mean, what did you expect? A 'Do Not Disturb' sign magically appearing?"
He spins around, pinning me with a stare that could melt steel. "I expect my mate to be for my eyes only, not some fucking pervert lurking in the shadows."
He spins around and takes off again. I can't help but snort. "Oh, please. So you can take me to a club and literally eat me out in front of everyone, but this is different?"
Fuck—my feet are screaming as I struggle to keep up with his giant strides in these damn heels.
Rhyland stops so abruptly I nearly faceplant into his back. He spins around, crowding me against the wall with that predatory intensity that never fails to make my pulse race.
"Damn right it's different." His voice is pure pissed-off Viking, his eyes glinting with possessiveness.
"At the club, I controlled who watched, what they saw.
I was in charge of who got to see what I gave you.
But here?" His hand curls into my hair, not squeezing, but a dominant reminder of his strength.
"Some random fucker just got an eyeful of what belongs to me, without my say-so. "
His gaze burns into me, the need to claim, to possess, to dominate radiating off him in waves. "No one sees you like that without my permission, Angel. No. One."
It hits me then, like a jolt to my lust-addled brain.
That night at the club, Rhyland never let me finish.
Sure, he teased me to the brink of insanity—a delicious torture that still makes my toes curl thinking about it.
But now it clicks: my Nordic control freak doesn't share the grand finale.
My orgasms are his personal show, a private performance for an audience of one.
Talk about selective exhibitionism. Leave it to my thousand-year-old vampire to find a loophole in public indecency.