Chapter 22
Taryn
The frenzy has brought out a side of me I love way more than I should.
We’ve been unable to keep our hands off each other for the last twenty-four hours, and no matter how many times I get knotted, it never seems to be enough.
My body craves more. My lips beg for more.
My pussy aches until I get it. My womb clenches.
Even my ass clamps tight with an empty need now, like every part of me wants to belong to my mate.
I’m on my knees, catching my breath, Victor’s thick seed still dripping down my thighs in slow, obscene rivulets.
My mushy brain finally let me break out of the haze long enough to drink some water.
I was getting so dehydrated I would have probably passed out if the frenzy didn’t provide some sort of unnatural fury.
I saw my eyes in the mirror earlier. They’re glowing gold, just like Victor’s. I guess that’s part of the frenzy too.
I take a long drink of water, put down the bottle, and let out a shaky sigh. The next thing I know, something soft is being slipped over my eyes. I blink against the fabric as Victor pulls the blindfold tight and the world goes dark.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, feeling a tingle of fresh arousal between my thighs.
Victor’s hot breath brushes my ear, teeth closing on my lobe hard enough to hurt as his massive cock presses against my ass from behind. “I warned you I was going to tie you to the bed and rut every hole during the frenzy. That wasn’t a threat, mate. That was a promise.”
“Oh god,” I gasp, horrified and excited as I let him help me to my feet.
When Victor asked if there were things I wanted to try, I didn’t feel like I conjured up anything interesting with my mushy imagination.
I suggested he tie me up. Suggested he spank my ass, even if I didn’t deserve it.
I’ve been spanked so many times I’ve lost count, but this is the first time he’s actually restrained me.
I’m not sure what to expect, but the frenzy certainly loves it.
He leads me into the bedroom. I crawl gratefully onto the mattress when I feel it against my knees, heart hammering with strange excitement.
Is that the frenzy or something else? He pulls my wrists together in front of me, crossing them, and binds them with smooth silk.
He stretches my arms toward the headboard and secures them tightly.
I’m still on my knees, so I tug experimentally, but the silk holds firm.
I’m not going anywhere until he allows it.
He’s leaving a lot of room between me and the headboard and I’m sure there’s a reason why.
Then he wraps silk around my right thigh and knee, tying it so that I’m bent, and securing it so that I’m spread wide, especially after he’s done with my left leg.
I’m bound face down, with just enough room between my body and the headboard.
Enough for him to rut my mouth, just like he promised.
I’m so lewdly stretched everything is visible, including the other hole he promised to rut.
My tightly puckered passage clenches nervously, but I’m too frenzied to fear what is coming. The blindfold makes every touch more intense, like my other senses are more aware of everything because I can’t see.
“Try to get away, mate. Let’s see if I tied them tight enough,” he orders, dragging his hand roughly down my back.
I pull at the restraints on my wrists, twisting and turning them, but that only makes them tighter.
My legs are bound so tightly I can’t move them at all.
I can raise and lower my ass, but that’s about it.
I’m helpless. Completely at his mercy. I can’t even create any friction to help with the ache that’s getting more intense by the second.
“No, I can’t get away,” I moan, feeling myself getting wetter. “Do I have to stay blindfolded the entire time? I want to see you.”
“You don’t need to see me,” he denies my request without consideration, the dip of the bed and heat from his body telling me he’s maneuvering his big body in front of my face, between me and the headboard. “You just need to feel me.”
Victor’s fingers tangle in my hair, guiding my blindfolded face forward.
I open my mouth instinctively, expecting to feel his cock against my lips.
Instead, I feel the heavy weight of his balls.
I’ve drained them so many times during the frenzy, but they feel hot and full again.
So tight and full my core clenches desperately.
“You can start with these, little girl,” he growls. “Give them a nice tongue bath before I fuck your throat. Go on, I know you want to.”
I would normally be timid, but the frenzy doesn’t have room for timidity. I moan shamelessly and drag my tongue across the heavy orbs. I taste the salty musk of his skin and the lust the frenzy has wrung out of us.
I lick them slowly, coating them with my saliva before I suck one into my mouth.
I’m not sure if he’ll like it at first, but the rasp of pleasure tells me he does, so I swirl my tongue around it a few times.
He really seems to like that, so I repeat the motion several times before moving to his other ball, giving it the same treatment.
He’s holding his cock against his pelvis, but I can feel it throbbing through his hand. Every hard throb is a reward that makes my tongue swirl with more determination. His other hand stays tangled in my hair, his grip tightening as my tongue continues to move caress his balls.
“You really are a good girl, even when you’re tied to the bed, dripping wet, and in the middle of a frenzy,” he praises, rubbing his balls against my lips while I lick them. “Don’t stop. I love the way your tongue feels. Get them nice and wet.”
The frenzy makes me obey eagerly, licking and sucking until his balls are covered with so much of my saliva, I’m tasting that instead of his salty musk.
I keep licking until his dick is throbbing behind his hand so hard pre-cum dribbles over his fingers down to my lips.
The taste makes me groan, eager for more.
“You want my cock now, don’t you?” he teases, his hand relaxing enough for me to lick between his fingers and touch his shaft. “Fuck, you really are desperate for it, aren’t you?”
“Yes, please,” I whimper, licking between his fingers again. “I need it in my mouth.”
His breath catches and his hand moves away. His cock hits my face, heavy and thick as I try to find the head, lips moving along his length. He shudders, letting out a loud groan.
“Open wide. Take it all,” he demands, gripping the base of his cock and slapping me in the face several times, pre-cum splattering on my skin.
It runs down my cheek as I stretch my mouth around his girth, moaning as he pushes deeper.
He’s so big I have to relax my throat fast, but the frenzy makes it easy.
I take him to the base where his knot is throbbing.
My nose is pressed is against his pelvis and my throat is bulging with his hard length, but it feels heavenly.
“You’ve gotten so much better at swallowing my cock, especially now that the frenzy has hit,” Victor praises, holding my head in place while I try to suckle him. “The frenzy turns good little girls into needy little cumsluts, doesn’t it?”
The word is dirty and vulgar. I wouldn’t have even thought it, much less said it, before I cast a spell that brought a savage wolf shifter into my life. But I’m so desperate, I can’t help myself once he starts moving in my mouth.
“Yes, I’m a needy little cumslut,” I groan, my words so muffled by his hard cock that I’m not sure he even hears me.
But he hears enough for his cock to jump violently as he shoves it down my throat again, blocking my airway for a moment before I can breathe again.
His grip on my hair is too tight for me to move.
All I can do is suck, wiggle my tongue, and take his entire length as he continues moving in my mouth.
He settles into a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts, using my throat for his pleasure.
The rhythm gets faster after several minutes, and his wet balls slap against my chin.
I gag and choke, but keep sucking, desperate for more of his rough dominance.
“If you keep sucking like that, I’m going to rut your greedy mouth,” he threatens, but that just makes me suck harder. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want me to fuck your mouth until you’re choking on my seed.”
My moans give it away more than the muffled “Yes” that slips past my stretched lips.
He said he would rut every hole, so I’m expecting it. If my eyes weren’t hidden behind the blindfold, I’m sure they would be glowing with the fire pulsing through my core. It would reveal my greed even more than my muffled words and soft moans.
“Fuck,” he groans, his cock swelling more, stretching my lips wider.
His other hand twists a chunk of my hair around his fist. Both hands are in my hair now, tight against my scalp, dragging my lips along his shaft while he hammers his cock into my throat, fucking my face.
I clutch the silk tied around my wrists, using it for leverage.
A new feeling blooms in my chest and I realize I like being used for his pleasure.
It’s making me so wet and turned on, I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t get some attention where I need it most.
“Mm,” I groan, the sound barely more than a vibration, but it’s all I can manage with my mouth this stuffed.
He ruts into my mouth savagely, forcing the thick head down my throat again and again.
I suck dutifully, my tongue caressing the sensitive underside of his shaft.
Every time I swallow his cock, I taste more of his impending release.
The salty pre-cum coats the back of my throat, growing along with his growls.
“This is so fucking good, I wish I could knot your mouth,” he moans, slamming his cock into my mouth. “But you’re about to get what you’re begging for with all those sweet noises.”