Chapter 21 #2
She whimpers around the gag, hips twitching, straining toward the pressure. But I don’t give her what she wants. Not yet. I circle her clit with the smooth handle, teasing. Never pressing. Just letting her sample the edge of denied pleasure.
“You want it?” I introduce the handle of the knife into the entrance of her pussy. “Beg with your body, not your mouth.”
She trembles—legs spread wide, soaked and open beneath the steel. A perfect fucking picture of surrender.
Then she moves. Hips rocking, slow at first, then more frantic. Grinding against the hilt, trying to steal what I haven’t yet given.
I pull back, and she groans. Her thighs tense, and a broken sound tears free—frustrated and wrecked.
I lift the knife, slick with her arousal, and bring it to my mouth. Her pussy juice coats the steel shaft. My tongue drags upward, savoring every drop she left behind.
“Fuck,” I whisper, voice raw and worshipful. “Every inch of you is sin on my tongue.”
I set the knife aside, and that’s when she fights.
Really fights.
It’s instinct. Her body thrashes, legs kicking, wrists pulling hard against the restraints. She bucks beneath me, a muffled sound ripping past the gag. Her eyes blaze wide and wild, daring me to take what I came for.
I fucking love it.
I force her legs apart, shoving my weight between them, dragging her thighs open.
“Keep squirming,” I growl. “I dare you.”
She tries again, hips jerking, breath ragged through her nose.
“Struggle all you want, sweetheart. You think I won’t take this pussy with your legs clenched and your mouth gagged?”
I bare my teeth, breath hot against her soaked cunt.
“You’ll come screaming through that gag with my tongue buried in your pussy.”
Her body stills. Not relaxed. Quivering. A low moan hums behind the gag. She knows the game. She chose this, and now she’s dripping because of it.
I inhale deeply at the junction of her thighs and groan. “God, you smell sweet. Irresistible, all of you.”
She squirms again, but it’s different this time. Need takes over, and I sense the shift and surrender. Her body speaks louder than any words ever could.
“Yeah, that’s right. You want this,” I snarl, mouth hovering inches from her slick cunt. “Filthy little whore, wet for a man you can’t see. Gagged. Tied down. Begging me with your fucking body.”
She nods, frantically.
“Good. Because I’m going to eat this pussy until you come all over my mouth and chin.”
Then I bury my face between her legs. I lick her with long, unhurried strokes meant to drag every sound out of her. Every bite, every kiss tastes of heat and surrender.
She moans behind the gag, deep and guttural, hips jerking up into my mouth like she’s already halfway gone.
I hum against her clit, and her entire body trembles. My fingers follow, sliding in deep, curling to find that spot that makes her come undone without mercy.
I don’t rush. I love playing with her pussy.
Each thrust of my fingers and flick of my tongue are commands she can’t ignore.
She writhes, her hips bucking. She grinds her pussy against my mouth, riding my face with shameless abandon.
The gag muffles her moans, but I feel the tremor of her core as she loses herself.
And then the buildup tightens and snaps.
Her orgasm slams into her, hard and feral. I hold her down, hands gripping her thighs, keeping her pinned as she shakes and sobs through the orgasm. Her juices flood my mouth, sweet and obscene. I drink her down, tongue working her clit as she jerks and bucks, soaked and undone.
She cries out through the gag, twitching, and wrung out. Her body spasms, caught between pleasure and oversensitivity. Her thighs tremble, still parted, still offering everything to me.
I stay there, licking slowly, drawing out the aftershocks until she whimpers, pleading with her body for a moment’s mercy. Only when her breath evens and her muscles slacken do I stop.
I rise from the bed, my mouth slick with her cream. I step back, eyes locked on hers as I strip. The skeleton mask stays on. But the rest of me? Bare and tense with need.
Her eyes drop the second I free my cock—thick, veined, flushed, already leaking. She stares wide-eyed, still gagged and bound.
I step closer, standing at the edge of the bed, feet wide, cock in hand, watching her fall apart from nothing but the sight. I wrap a fist around the base and stroke slowly, milking pre-cum from the tip.
She’s gagged and helpless, but her eyes say it all. She’s starving and begging, tracking every stroke and twitch.
I loom over her, voice low. “You ready for this cock to be buried deep inside you?”
She jerks beneath me, moaning behind the gag, nodding. Wild. Desperate. Her thighs fall wider without being told, her body already screaming yes.
“Yeah,” I growl, fist stroking harder. “That’s what I fucking thought. You’re gonna take every inch, and you’re gonna scream when you come on it.”
I crawl onto the bed, shoving her legs open, settling between them. The silk holds her tight, wrists stretched above her head, body laid out, bare and trembling.
Her sweat, the salt of her skin, the slick gleam between her thighs—every inhale fuels me.
I line myself up at her entrance and pause, cock pulsing.
“This beautiful pussy,” I growl, the words a dark vow, “is mine. All fucking night.”
I position myself at her silky entrance, dragging the head of my cock through her slick folds, teasing, taunting. Then I press forward, watching every inch disappear into her heat.
Fuck.
She takes me so well. Tight. Wet. Desperate. Her body clenches around me, never letting go.
Then I pull back and slide in again, deeper this time. Harder. Unstoppable. A single brutal stroke that knocks the breath from her lungs.
She thrums against me, gasping, moaning behind the gag. Each sound vibrates into my chest, electric and raw. I don’t slow down. I press harder, my hand gripping her hip, guiding and anchoring her, claiming every inch.
Every motion is precise and relentless, until her hips buck back into me, seeking rhythm.
“Look at you,” I growl between thrusts, voice shredded with control. “Gagged and dripping—your cunt’s fucking starving for me.”
I shift forward, every movement controlled and calculated. My hand slides down the curve of her waist, gripping tight as I drag her against me until we’re flush, no space left between us.
Then I slam in again, deep and deliberate.
My hand finds her throat, firm and possessive. It’s not about hurting her. It’s about owning her. About showing her who this moment belongs to.
She doesn’t fight it. She arches into my grip, gagged moans spilling through choked, stuttering breaths.
“This pussy’s gonna swallow every inch and beg for more. And you’ll say thank you with your body.”
She moans beneath the gag, trembling as her eyes lock on mine. The tension in my balls tightens, coiled hard and hot, ready to detonate.
I thrust once more and unload inside her with a growl, my cock pulsing as I give her every fucking drop of my cum.
We ride it out together, her thighs gripping my waist as aftershocks ripple through us both. Her body shudders beneath mine, slick and sensitive. I stay right where I am, cock buried to the hilt, looming over her, watching her come apart beneath me.
She exhales, her eyes locked on mine, wide and glassy. She’s not afraid. She’s undone.
And I fucking did that to her.
Her breath is ragged, her body limp and trembling beneath me. I ease off her, careful not to shatter the quiet that’s settled over us.
My hands move to the silk at her wrists, untying each knot with care.
The fabric slips free, and still she doesn’t move.
She stays where I left her, trusting me to finish what I started.
I reach up and untie the gag next, slipping it from between her lips.
It falls beside us with a whisper, soft against the sheets.
Still, she doesn’t speak.
I pull her close, chest to chest, her cheek resting over my heart. One arm slides around her spine; the other strokes her hair in slow passes.
“I’ve got you, Babygirl” I whisper against her temple. “All of you.”
Her skin is flushed and damp, her breath warm against my chest. She melts into me, nuzzling, every movement declaring she belongs there.
“Are you with me?” I whisper, brushing her hair back from her face.
She nods, dazed. Her lips barely move, but I catch her whisper.
“Yes.” She nods, lips brushing my skin. “I’m with you.”
Relief seeps into my bones. I press a kiss to her forehead, fingers stroking through her hair, letting her feel the truth of what she’s done to me—how much I adore her strength and surrender.
“You are everything. Everything I need.”
Her breathing slows as I run my fingers along her back, soothing and steady. The weight of what we just shared lingers between us. She clings tightly, her leg sliding over mine.
I wait, knowing there’s one more thing I need to give her.
Because she’s earned it.
“My name is Bastien,” I whisper, my mouth brushing the top of her head.
She lifts her gaze, eyes wide and shining, finding mine behind the mask.
“Bastien,” she whispers.
God help me, I want to hear her say it every night.
She doesn’t pull away or ask for space or answers. She shifts closer, tucking herself against me, fitting there perfectly. My arm wraps tighter around her waist, palm pressing to the small of her back. Her skin is warm, still buzzing from what we’ve just done.
“Will you stay with me tonight, Bastien with the golden-brown eyes?”
“Yeah, I’ll stay, Babygirl.”
She nestles into me, fingers curling against my chest, and I let my eyes close.
My mind is chaos. A storm.
I taste her on my tongue, feel her around my cock and in my bloodstream. I’ll never get her out now. And I don’t want to.
She’s right here—pressed against me, warm and soft and real. Even so, it’s not enough.
It’ll never be enough.
I need more. More of her skin, her sounds, her surrender. I want to be inside her mind, her fears, her soul.
She’s in my blood now, burning through every vein, rewiring everything I am. And I don’t care what I have to break to keep her.
She’s not a want.
She’s a need.