Chapter 88 Danica #2
My nipples tighten at the thought of what's about to go down.
Fuck, I'm such a needy slut. "In my purse," I croak.
Rhyland moves so fast I swear I see skid marks in the air. One second, he's here; the next, he's downstairs, and before I can even blink, he's back, nuzzling my neck like an overgrown puppy.
My hair's doing its best impression of a tornado victim, whipped into a frenzy by his supersonic return. I half expect to find small birds and Dorothy's house tangled in there.
"Geez, Speed Racer," I quip, blowing the wind-blown strands out of my face. "Did you stop to grab a souvenir from every floor on the way back up? Or are you just showing off your vampire frequent flyer miles?"
He grins, the smug bastard. I swear, if cockiness were currency, Rhyland would be richer than Bezos and Musk combined.
"Just this souvenir…" he murmurs, hot breath against my skin. "Open wide," he demands, that damn sexy voice of his leaving no room for argument.
Hell, I'd do anything he says right now. I part my lips, taking in that smooth, silicone shape, my saliva coating it as his fingers tangle in my hair. "That's it, baby," he growls. I'm gagging, but goddamn, does it feel good. "Get it nice and wet for me."
My pussy clenches at the memory of how it felt inside me, the delicious vibrations that drove me to the brink of madness and back again.
When Rhyland is satisfied, he pulls the toy from my mouth, a thin string of saliva connecting it to my lips. He wastes no time working it inside me, the slick glide of silicone on sensitive flesh making me gasp and shudder.
"Breathe, Angel," he purrs, his velvety voice making me melt. God, he hasn't even turned that damn thing on, and I'm already squirming like a worm on a hook.
With the toy finally nestled back inside me, I tug at these damn cuffs, desperate to touch him, to feel him. But it's no use—my arms are screaming from this stretch.
He's dishing back precisely what I did to him—tied up and with no control.
"I'm gonna fuck this tight little ass and you're gonna scream my name like a goddess while I tear you apart," he vows, his hands gripping my cheeks, spreading me wide open for his wicked, wicked ways.
Oh god, I know exactly where this is going. My heart's racing like a damn hummingbird, and my nipples are diamond-hard at the thought. I can't hold back the moan that escapes my lips as Rhyland's tongue traces my asshole—his naughty, sinful tongue.
"Spread your legs, Angel, and stick that sweet ass out," he commands, his voice rough with desire.
My heart pounds as I obey, my legs trembling as I push my ass back, exposing myself to him, making myself vulnerable.
The cuffs dig into my wrists, my arms stretched tight, giving just enough slack for this naughty position.
The leather bites into my skin, sending a shiver racing down my spine as my body breaks out in goosebumps.
"Goddamn perfect," Rhyland growls, his big hands kneading my ass cheeks like the finest dough. I whimper at the rumble of approval in his voice, feeling cherished and desired, even as he prepares to wreck me. I'm right where he wants me, open and ready, and my pussy is dripping wet.
He buries his face between my cheeks, his tongue laving over my asshole in a way that has me keening and writhing against my bonds.
Fuck, it feels so good. So dirty and wrong but so damn right.
He licks and sucks and nibbles, worshipping my ass like a man possessed, like it's the most delicious thing he's ever tasted.
My arousal builds with every passing second, my pussy clenching around the toy, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
The feeling of his lips and tongue on my freshly waxed skin is almost too much to bear, the pleasure teetering on the edge of pain in the best possible way.
Rhyland spits on my asshole, the lewd sound making me clench and shiver.
"You ready to get this ass fucking wrecked, baby?
" he growls, the rumble of his voice reverberating through me.
He punctuates the question with another long, slow lick.
"You wanna be cute and try to toy with me?
Play these little teasing games?" He slaps his hand hard against my sensitive inner thighs, right where my ass meets my pussy, and I yelp, my hips stuttering.
"Lucky for you, your ass is mine now, and I plan on using it for my pleasure. "
His words are filthy, degrading, and I fucking love it. I'm soaking wet, my body on fire with need, craving every depraved thing he wants to do to me.
"Then fucking wreck me, Rhyland."
Rhyland's answering growl is pure, primal savagery. His teeth sink into the tender flesh of my shoulder, biting down hard enough to break the skin. I can't help the cry that tears from my throat, my body arching into the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure.
It's a sensation I'll never tire of: the heady rush of his fangs piercing my flesh, the sweet sting of his bite, followed by the sensual pull of his mouth as he drinks from me. It's a claiming, a marking, a visceral reminder that I am his and his alone.
I can feel my blood trickling down my chest, a warm, wet trail that paints my skin crimson.
He soothes the sting with his tongue, his hands roaming over my body in a possessive caress. I know I'm in for the ride of my fucking life.
I can't help the low, desperate moan that spills from my lips as I feel my arousal dripping down my thighs, my body trembling with the force of my need. I'm so far gone, so lost in the haze of lust and desire…
I gasp as Rhyland nudges his way in, feeling like I'm being split in two by the world's most pleasurable baseball bat. Suddenly, the toy in me springs to life, and I yelp like a taser has zapped me.
When the hell did he get his phone?
"Oh my fucking fu—," I whimper, my voice high and needy. "Rhyland, please, for the love of god..."
"Such a filthy mouth on you, baby," he rumbles. "I want you dripping."
Sweet Jesus, I'm already soaked—my juices running down my thighs in a display that's anything but shy.
I snort despite my desperate state. "Any wetter, and we'll need to call Noah for his ark."
Rhyland, the sneaky devil, gathers my cum on his fingers, coating his cock and my ass with my essence. He positions himself again, that blunt head teasing me. "Beg for it, Dani," he rasps, his teeth scraping my ear. "Tell me how fucking much you want this cock. Plead for it."
I push back, desperate for more. "Please, for the love of all that's holy and unholy, move your Viking ass!" The burn and stretch of his thick dick—is heavenly.
Rhyland growls, his fingers digging into my hip. "You want this dick? Want me to fill you up, stretch you wide? Want it so bad you can't walk, think, or breathe?"
"No, I want you to recite the Declaration of Independence," I sass back. "Of course I want it, you big lug! Now move before I combust!"
I need to push back and show this Viking cock who's boss, but these damn cuffs and Rhyland's power have me trapped.
The slow slide of his cock, along with that damn toy, is pure, exquisite torture. I need more—deeper, faster. It's not enough to satisfy my craving.
Rhyland laughs, "Goddamn, someone is all worked up."
"Rhyland, please…"
He needs to get his ass in gear and fucking move like the thirsty bitch I am—
Rhyland sinks that last few inches in me—it's like fireworks behind my eyes. His hips slam into me with brutal force, sinking into my tight ass, the burn, the stretch, that final give of muscle—it's euphoric—I'm left gasping, shaking, clinging on for dear life.
"Yeah? Is this what you fucking need, dirty girl? Begging for my cock in this tight delicious ass like the filthy whore you are…"
I whimper, my eyes rolling back as he fills me.
My ass is on fire, stretched to the max, and it's fucking glorious.
Then, he turns up the toy, and holy hell, I'm assaulted by pleasure.
The toy pulses and throbs, threatening to push me over the edge, and I can't stop the inhuman sounds from escaping my throat.
It's too much, too intense, but God, it is so fucking good.
His hips are a blur. My ass bounces off his chiseled abs. The slapping of skin against skin echoes through the room as he claims me—owns me.
"Fuck, you feel so good, baby," he growls. "Love how your tight ass is clenching my cock. So fucking perfect, Dani. So goddamn tight."
I've never been big on the backdoor special—until Rhyland. My past experiences were either downright painful or just pissed me off. But with this man, it's like discovering a hidden, magical pleasure chamber. I swear I could become an anal addict for him.
That pain has now melted into pure pleasure. I'm teetering on the edge, my body wound so tightly that I'm sure I'll shatter from the force of my impending release.
I clench my inner muscles around him, squeezing his cock tight, and Rhyland curses, his hips stuttering as he tries to maintain his rhythm.
"Fucking Christ, woman," he grits out, his fingers digging into my hips.
"Give me what I want, Angel. Give me everything—drench me, Dani. I'm about to fucking explode."
His words are my undoing, the final push I need to send me hurtling over the edge. Rhyland senses it and quickly tugs the vibrator out with a pop—dropping it. He then circles my slick, swollen clit with his expert fingers.
"Rhyland! FUCK!" I come with a hoarse, ragged scream, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, through me, threatening to sweep me away entirely.
It's like a goddamn supernova, an explosion of pleasure so intense it whites out my vision, steals the air from my lungs.
It's like nothing I've ever felt, a pleasure so intense it borders on pain, a release so powerful it leaves me boneless and trembling in its wake. Rhyland fucks me through it, his hips never faltering, his cock driving into my ass over and over again.
Rhyland's hand fists in my hair at the base of my skull, pulling my head back against his chest with raw intensity. "Breathe, baby. Breathe," he commands, his voice low and urgent.
Did I stop?
He taps my cheek, and I suck in a sharp, desperate breath, and the rush of oxygen only intensifies everything, pushing me further into a state of delirious pleasure.
"That's it. So fucking beautiful," he growls, punctuating each word with a thrust. "Fucking. Drench. Me."
He says it with each thrust of his hips, his cock hitting that spot deep in my ass.
I whimper, my release flooding me, hot liquid trickling down my thighs and soaking into the bed, leaving me boneless and breathless. Rhyland claims my mouth in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue.
"Such a good girl, Dani." He fucks me harder, faster. "I'm gonna fill this sweet ass up. Want that, baby? Want me painting your insides?"
Hell yes.
But I can only whimper in response, my body shaking and shuddering as he drives me closer and closer to another orgasm. But it's enough for Rhyland to push him over the precipice. With a final, brutal thrust, his cock pulses as he finds his release.
He lets out the sexiest throaty roar and holds me tight. His hand still fisted in my hair, the other arm wrapped around my waist, still stretching me tight, keeping me exposed. It's possessive and primal, sending a rush of heat through me.
Rhyland's hot cum floods my ass, triggering another mind-blowing orgasm. His fingers dive into my pussy, and I fucking explode, clamping down on him like a bear trap as I come with a scream that would wake the dead.
As the fireworks fade, my body goes limp. Rhyland, ever the gentleman (when he's not being a kinky bastard), releases my wrists and massages feeling back into my arms. I collapse against him, panting like I've run a marathon.
He scoops me up, and suddenly, I hear running water. Next thing I know, I'm being lowered into a warm bath that smells like a lavender field. Rhyland slides in behind me, his body a solid wall of muscle against my back.
"Rest, Angel. I got you," he murmurs.
I manage a weak thumbs up. "Mmmkay. Just... give me a sec to remember how to brain."