Chapter 4 #2
She slowly undressed like she was taking her sweet, delicious time to torture me.
Her tits spilled from their confines when she undid her bra.
The sight made my dick strain against my slacks, causing my blood to burn so hard until lust clouded my vision.
I wanted to pounce on her immediately when she slipped out of her panties, but I tamed my desires, biding my time like the predator that I was.
"Get on the bed." My husky voice was tinted with lust.
The erotic sight of her sitting up on the bed with her knees bunched up and her legs spread wide made me stifle a groan. Her tits were heavy, tipped with rock-hard nipples that looked enticing as hell as her chest heaved. Her glistening pussy was bare to my hungry view.
I crossed over to the bedpost, reaching for the cuffs and securing her wrists. My lips almost twitched when she tried to move her legs after I secured it—the spreader bar only widened her legs, making her cheeks heat at the thought of being overly bare before me.
"Are you going to hurt me?" She bit her lip.
"Very much." Her eyes flashed with fear, but she tried to hide the desire underneath. "And you are going to love every depraved bit of it."
I got on the bed, nestling between her widely spread legs. My index finger delicately tilted up her chin, so that her eyes could meet mine. She tried to hold my gaze, but her cheeks wouldn't stop burning, and I could feel how much our proximity affected her.
I trailed my finger down her jaw, reaching to pinch a nipple. She shuddered, wanting to suppress her moan, probably not appear desperate, but it betrayed her.
"You enjoy pain, don't you?" I asked.
She shook her head.
I reached for the whip lying next to the nightstand, and when it landed on her tits, my little whore proved me right. Her loud moan rippled through the room.
"Liar," I whispered.
The whip descended on her tits again in another stroke, and she jerked harshly, throwing her head backward.
"Please…"
"Please, what?" I taunted her, rolling a nipple between my fingers. "Don't stop? You have to use your words if you want something."
My fascination turned to anger, and that anger turned into something more feral. It heightened my stroke when I whipped her again.
She moaned, thrashing beneath me. The skin around her nipples turned slightly red, but her nipples were as hard as a rock. She wouldn't stop clenching her thigh, and that was enough for me to know that she was already so wet.
My mouth descended on her nipple, and I tugged at it with my teeth, letting my fingers trail down her stomach. Her arousal coated my fingers as they glided over her folds.
She was dripping wet.
"Always so wet and needy for me." Her whimpers overshadowed my voice.
Her breathing turned labored, coming out more forced, and her chest wouldn't stop heaving. She was delirious with pleasure, like an addict who was willing to go the extra mile to get what she wanted.
Her body stiffened when the tip of a knife rested on her throat.
"Good girl," I mused, intrigued that she recognized our little knife play from the other day.
The knife looked so attractive against her skin, the sight hardening my cock to the point of pain. I teased her nipple with the tip, groaning softly as her eyes rolled back in her socket. She was a fantasy come true, a seductive dream that consumed me.
She thrashed as the knife parted her folds, stretching the spreader bar even wider.
"Keep doing that, and you won't get any more of this." Her protesting whimper was enough for me to know that she was against that.
Her wetness made it easy for the knife to glide around her pussy. She arched off the bed, thrusting her boobs in my face, so that she could get a feel of that knife against the aching spot where she needed it the most.
She was so fucking responsive.
"You are a mess—my mess," I murmured, slowly thrusting the other end of the knife into her.
"Hmm…" she moaned, throwing her head to the side.
"You love that, don't you?" Her cunt was so greedy, wrapping around the knife as if it needed it to survive.
Need pulsed in my veins, the need to sink my cock into her and fuck her into this mattress until she couldn't move.
She nodded.
I frowned. "Use your words."
"Yes, please—yes!" she tried to meet the thrusts of the knife plunging in and out of her pussy, making wet, sloppy sounds, but the pace was too slow for her to bear.
Seeing her unravel around a knife was demonically thrilling. The control I had over her, over this situation, made me feel a semblance of power; it made me feel like I wasn't losing control after all.
"I-I need it—please," she whimpered.
"You need what?" I pinched her clit, spanking her pussy so hard. I reached for her hand, using it to cup my engorged cock. "This cock or the knife?"
"Yes, anything." She was more than willing to do anything to get what she wanted.
Her moans deepened in intensity when I quickened the pace of the knife, plunging in and out of her.
"Oh, yes—yes, there."
She arched into me harder and started riding the knife, whimpering loudly. I gave her what she wanted, supporting her hip with a harsh, controlling grip to aid her thrusts against the knife. She bit down on her lower lip, holding back a strangled sob because of how intense and stimulating it was.
When she stiffened against me, and I knew she was about to come, I took out the knife. Her eyes flew open, flashing with confusion and frustration.
"Please, I need to come."
"You will come only when I say so." Her protest hung tightly in her throat when I turned on the vibrator and connected it to her clit.
I claimed one of her nipples, sucking and biting on it as I assaulted her clit with the vibrator.
Every time she thought it was consuming and mind-numbing, I increased the intensity and switched to the other breast. She jerked and thrashed around, constantly releasing ugly sobs.
Her wrists were trying to get out of the cuffs, and I was so sure that they'd be so red already.
But the pleasure I was giving her kept her in a chokehold.
"Please, please—I, please—god!" she screamed.
I grabbed her throat, choking her until her moans were strangled. "That's right, Sienna. I'm your god."
"Oh, there…fuck, there…please, don't stop." I did the opposite of what she asked. I denied her orgasm for the second time in a row.
I tossed the vibrator aside, drowning in the sounds of her whimpers. I needed to be inside her. I wanted to be inside her, but something held me back—the fear that if I claimed her, I wouldn't be able to get enough.
I freed her legs from the cuffs and clamped my mouth on her dripping cunt.
"Oh fuck."
She tasted so damn good—a possessive growl rippled from the back of my throat.
My tongue stroked her and glided up and down the length of her sweet little cunt.
An intense obsession grabbed me in the guts, and the thought of another man tasting her pussy filled me with anger that clouded my vision with red.
Her legs wrapped around my neck, suffocating me, but I didn't stop feasting on her. I ate her out until all I could hear was her moans bouncing off the walls of the room.
"Please—stop," she choked out, sounding so unsure, like she didn't even know what she was asking for. Maybe it was for me to stop or not stop torturing her the way I was.
I groaned, thrusting my tongue into her. I fucked her with my tongue, grabbed one thigh, and applied pressure on her clit with my other thumb.
She sobbed, writhed, and begged, but I didn't stop.
"I'm going to—please, I'm going to come. Let me come." She sobbed, begging for her release.
I ate her out even harder, biding my time and waiting for the inevitable. Her legs clenched around me so hard, I was convinced she wanted to rip off my ears.
Sienna came onto my tongue with a long, hoarse moan.
Her legs slackened around me, and it took me crawling up to look at her to see that she had already passed out.