Chapter 26 Callie #2
He released my arm and flipped me again so that I was on my back and staring up at the god of Pure Male Arrogance.
The patient look on his face combined with predatory heat in his eyes fulfilled every naughty professor fantasy I’d ever had in an instant.
He tsked at me, shaking his head. “Whatever am I going to do with you?”
My heart was in my throat. I couldn’t answer him.
His gaze flicked over my head. I didn’t much care for the way his smile slowly spread.
“Ah. I think I’ve found a solution,” he said, reaching over my head and plucking up one of the larger white pillows that was tossed aside.
He tore one side of the cover and jerked all the stuffing out, tossing it over his shoulder like he didn’t have a naked woman sprawled out in front of him and panting for him to fuck her.
He hummed as he ripped the pillow cover into strips and then stopped suddenly to look at me. I stopped breathing, knowing what was coming next.
Sure enough, Rathal lunged forward, grabbing both of my wrists in his hand and tied them together before leaning over me to raise my arms above my head and tied them onto something I couldn’t see.
He sat back on his heels and surveyed his handiwork for a moment before nodding.
“Yes, that will do nicely. You’ve done this to yourself you know. You come when I say you can come and not a moment before.” The patient look on his face melted away and was replaced with a hard glint in his eye. I squirmed against my bindings, my breath whooshing out of me with a groan.
Rathal bared his teeth in a cruel smile. “Now, where were we? Ah yes. I remember.”
He jerked my legs wide and pushed them up until my knees were nearly to my ears and then his tongue was spearing into me.
I screamed at the sudden invasion when I’d been so horribly empty, my walls spasming around his tongue as he thrust it in and out of me.
The pressure built quickly. I squeezed my eyes shut, my mouth falling open and just as my orgasm started to peak, Rathal stopped.
I screeched, jerking my head up to glare at him. He pulled his tongue out and rose above me again, smirking.
“You come when I want you to, wife. And I.. Want.. You.. To.. Beg.” He punctuated his words by pumping two fingers into me.
Again, the pressure built fast and again, right before I came Rathal stopped, his brow quirking in challenge.
I gritted my teeth and let my head drop, my stomach swooping at the realization that I was in trouble. I was covered in sweat, shaking, and dying to come. It was torture.
I was loving this.
No way in hell was I going to beg and end it too soon.
Rathal chuckled darkly. “I can tell what you're thinking, my love, and I don’t think you’ve thought it through.”
I looked back at him and showed him my fangs. “Eat me.”
His laughter was that of a villain about to win and conquer the world.
My ears were ringing.
Or maybe they were roaring.
Or my heart was roaring.
I think I might die soon, but what a hell of a way to go.
Rathal licked a path up my stomach, lapping up my sweat and groaned low in his throat.
“You are torturing both of us, Callie. Give in to me. Let me give us both relief.”
He’d been edging me for what felt like hours and I hadn’t given in. I was wound so tightly that it felt as if one puff of wind would shatter me into a thousand pieces.
I looked at him, saw that he was also drenched in sweat and his pupils had long since blown out and grown wild on me. Gone was the patient professor here to teach a lesson and in his place was a male stripped of his civility and left despairing.
Mission.
Accomplished.
My skin was so sensitive that the soft cushion beneath me was too much contact and yet I was wretchedly desperate for Rathal to keep touching me. I had never been so anguished, so raw and needy, so fucking empty before in my entire life.
“Please…” I whispered hoarsely, my voice all but gone.
I didn’t think he heard me for a moment, but then he stilled, his body slowly rising to loom over me.
“What did you say?” he asked slowly, his breathing no longer steady but ragged.
I licked my dry lips. “Please, Rathal. Please.”
It was all I could manage to say.
It was all I needed to say.
Rathal groaned so low and long that it was almost a whine and fisted his cock. He rubbed it through the slick mess he’d made of me before surging forward and burying himself as far as he could go in one hard thrust that had my eyes widening and my mouth falling open on a silent scream.
Rathal snarled and whatever willpower had been holding him to his determination to make me ask for it shattered.
He rutted.
My legs were thrust up towards my ears and Rathal’s weight pressed me down while he tried his best to fuck me through the floor.
All that teetering on the edge had wound me up and the sudden violent fulfillment of all that was denied to me had a release so powerful it might as well have been an atomic bomb exploding inside of me.
All the air was sucked out of the room and expelled through my lungs in a wail filled with such raw pleasure that it didn’t even sound human anymore.
My vision immediately whited out and every muscle fiber pulled taut as I contorted from the power of my orgasm.
Rathal’s frenzy reached a fever pitch, his cock bottoming out inside me, and his own sounds of pent up fury were torn out of his throat to join mine. Heat flooded me as his cum overflowed out of me, searing me.
But he didn’t stop.
He kept thrusting and rutting. Grunting and snarling above me and I begged him to keep going. I screamed for more. Harder. Faster.
Another orgasm slammed into me, more terrible in its intensity than the last and still I asked for another.
More.
Don’t stop.
Don’t you dare stop.
Rathal howled, came, pumping his hot cum into me and kept going. Harder and harder.
He was a demon, lifting me so he could gain more leverage so that only my shoulders and head remained on the floor.
This time, when the peak came, it took me right out. It slammed into me not like a wave, but a star falling, burning away my consciousness with its heat.
The last thing I heard was Rathal’s ragged moan joining with mine.