Chapter 17
I had never been tortured before, and I was certain this was the noise that would release from my throat, ragged and torn if I was. My whine reached the ceiling, starting a one-woman band.
I was lost into the clouds. I danced with angels. I drowned into old wine.
He was struggling to break free, so he did not mean to place his mouth over my clit, but I was not complaining.
“Oh… my… oh…” Burning with bliss, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. “Don’t stop… don’t stop… keep going… higher… again… more!”
Under duress of the pleasure, I breathed in a shuddering breath, pulling at the restraints on my wrists. My hips bucked, eager to fuck his face.
The tension in my thighs began to loosen and fear mingled into my arousal.
He was trying to get my legs to open so that he would be freed.
I whined again as he grazed his teeth against my clit, threatening me with a bite. Oh, I wondered what that would feel like.
Literally, he could eat me like this.
“Pr—Prin—cess.” He gulped in a breath as he managed to lift his head up.
I must have loosened my thighs.
He tugged, trying to loosen them further. I remembered who I was and quickly snapped them close.
He groaned as I constricted his neck.
I lifted my head and looked down. Dig’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of my thighs trying to pry them a part. His black hood dripped over half of his sunglasses and a strand of black hair fell over his face.
Now that his mouth was no longer on my clit, I managed to find some semblance of myself. “I’m not letting you go.”
“If you let me go, I can make you come with my mouth.”
This was a dilemma.
“I don't want to exchange your freedom for sexual favour,” I said down to him. “That's morally very, very wrong.”
“Tasting you is on my vision board at home.”
“Oh, well, that changes things.”
“I’ve been eating yogurt cups without spoons since I was five years old,” he said. “I can make you cry, Princess. You want to come?”
“Go where—oh, yes I do. I want to come.”
“Fuck yeah you do.” A grin peeled across his lips. Lips he licked. Lips he needed to press back upon me. Lips I started intensely thinking about. “You want to fuck my face?”
“Yes. No. Yes. No. Maybe.”
“The answer is ‘yes.’ Say it.”
“Yes.”
He paused. “No, but seriously. Is it ‘yes?’ Do you actually want me to?”
“YES!”
“AGAIN!”
“YES!” I squirmed, fighting my need, fighting my sanity.
His fingers dallied along my thighs and cupped my ass cheeks. He gave my ass a little pat. “Open your legs for me.”
“No. Do it like that.”
“I can’t fucking breathe!”
“Then how are you talking? That doesn’t make sense.”
He groaned, lifting himself up far enough to get some air under me and smacked my ass cheek hard enough I was sure it would bruise. I whined through the stinging mix of pleasure and pain.
“Open up, Princess.” He held out his palm, ready to smack me again. “The next one is going to be harder.”
“I want it—ah!”
The next smack rolled my eyes back to another dimension. It was going to be difficult to walk after this.
“Come on.” He tried a softer approach, setting us back down on the bed until I laid flat. “You can open your legs for me. You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Fuck yeah, you’re a good girl. Be my good girl and open them up.”
Lines of strain crept across my forehead, and I chewed on my lower lip.
He tilted his head down and showed his thick tongue, licking over my underwear slowly.
My head flung back, my body wriggled from excessive pleasure. “Oh—”
“Do as you’re fucking told and stop trying to suffocate me!”
My legs sprang open.
“Good listening.” He ripped off my underwear and plied apart my thighs as if he were peeling back petals on a blooming flower and held them down with both of his hands. Pulling himself up, now free of my cage on him, he bent to look at what lay between my legs. “You’re beautiful.”
“You think so? How beautiful do you think I am?”
“I’d-spoon-out everyone’s-eyes-in-the-world-and-keep-them-pointed-on-you beautiful.”
“Then they would be blind and they wouldn’t be able to look upon my beauty.”
“I’ll describe it to them.”
“But your vocabulary is awful.”
“You want to come?”
“Yes.”
“Hold on, Princess. I’m gonna look for —”
“‘Going,’ not, ‘gonna.’”
“I’m going to look for —”
“Do you need GPS? Are you lost? Hurry up!”
He dove his mouth back down on my clit, this time without underwear I met his warm wet tongue.
I bucked my hips up in reply, my vocal cords playing the tune of endless whines.
Keeping my thighs strained open, he forced me to endure the artwork of his tongue.
He licked from my clit down to my entrance and slipped his tongue inside of me.
I lay back, with my hands tied, my legs never willing to close, becoming a lamb eager and ready and primed for slaughter. And slaughter he did.
He ate.
Devoured.
Piece by piece he tore apart, consuming. He journeyed with his tongue, his lips and teeth, feasting as if I were his last and favourite meal.
My bliss climbed the mountain of Dig Graves and I could do nothing but nest in his bed and keep myself splayed out for the endurance of this.
“Oh.” I whined into the sheets as his finger came to play.
He slipped a single finger inside of me as his tongue travelled over my clit. “Have you been able to come before?”
“Not really,” I said defeated, eager for more. “It’s annoying. It doesn’t work. Not with my hand, not with anyone. I can’t make myself come, no one can.”
“I can.”
“You can’t.”
“Yes, I can.” He brushed his lips over my inner thigh and pressed a soft kiss into my skin. “You’ve been waiting for me.”
“No, not particularly.”
“Who touches you?”
“Um, you?”
“Who’s going to fuck you?”
“You?”
“Dig.”
“What am I digging?”
“Say my name!”
“Oh, I understand. Dig!”
He gave my ass a pat. “Good girl.”
I panted, my hips kicking up.
A grin flickered across his lips. He swapped to two fingers inside of me. “You got to work for it.”
“I don’t like working.”
“If I’m going to take you, you’re going to have to work up to it and take more than just fingers.”
I rolled my head back into the sheets, my skin pebbling, my everything quaking. He licked my clit, keeping the tinder on the fire of my need.
“That’s it,” he cooed, thrusting his two fingers. “You’re doing so good.”
I whined, moving my hips in rhythm with his fingers as his tongue flickered over my clit. He thrusted faster. The heat consumed me. The bliss rose higher and higher.
“You’re going to come.” Dig lifted his head. “I can feel it. And judging by how vocal you are, you’re going to be a fucking screamer. And you can’t scream here.”
He crawled up to lay beside me, keeping his fingers in their perfect rhythm. While they moved, he brushed his thumb over my clit.
I closed my eyes, my hips jerking into him.
“Come on Princess,” Dig said, his voice deep but soft. “You can do it. I know you can. Let go for me.”
After one deep thrust, I exploded.
He slammed his free hand over my mouth.
I screamed into his hand, my body bucking and jerking into a mess of limbs and pants. The world opened up its secrets, I became immortalised, I swore I grew wings. Years and years of waiting for this, of boiling into frustration and finally, the release was here, enveloping me into a new dimension.
“I knew you could do it.” Dig brushed his lips across my forehead. “I'm so proud of you.”
He pulled his fingers out of me and sucked on them like a popsicle, and I collapsed on my side, pushing my forehead into his chest, trying to find some semblance of myself.
I was gone. Lost.
Whoever this person was, tied up, freshly fingered, lying with a psychopath in a death battle… this was not me.
I needed a glass of wine. I needed to speak to my therapist.
“I need to do it again.” I mumbled into Dig’s shirt. “More.”
His chest moved up and down through his chuckle, his hand rested on my naked hip. “What do you want Princess? Do you want me to go down on you again?”
“I want to ride your sunglasses.”
“What?”
“What?”
“Um, yes.” I cleared my throat. “Just normal sex, that’s fine, I’m not into anything particular.”
He pulled me into his chest, holding me close.
I pressed my cheek against his heart. The organ beat wild. So quick and pounding as if he were running a marathon. Not once did it tame, not once did it skip.
I woke up from my ecstasy. “Why is your heart beating so fast?”
He did not answer me, instead he pulled me back so that my head was no longer upon his chest. “You want to go again? Let’s go again.”
“Dig—”
He ignored me and bowed between my open legs. Just as he was about to worship my clit once more, I promptly wrapped my thighs around his face again, suffocating him.
As he fell in a slump, someone knocked at the door.