“You are absolutely exquisite,” he breathes, his hands trailing across my stomach reverently. Over the fading marks, he forced on me four nights ago.
“Fuck. Off,” I growl again.
“Don’t mind if I do,” he tells me, his voice shadowed with desire and anticipation.
My eyes round when his fingers skim beneath the waistband of my underwear, teasing my sensitive skin and warning me of his intentions. I suppress the shiver, determined to maintain my dignity, even as he pulls them down to my knees in one move.
My fight renews, kicking at him harshly and landing a good kick in his chest. He powers through the kick, pushing back into it and sending painful shockwaves up my leg.
It stuns me long enough for him to slip my underwear the rest of the way down my legs. Instead of discarding my underwear, he bundles them in a ball and slides them in his pocket.
Oh… that’s gross!
I growl, deep in my chest and desperately kick at him again. I use both legs, putting every bit of force behind them. He snatches both of my feet before they can connect with his face.
Dammit.
I squirm, upending the upper half of my body as I struggle.
Quickly, he works his hands around both ankles while avoiding a foot to the face. And then he forces my legs apart, pinning my knees to the bed as he bares my pussy.
What felt like forever only took fifteen seconds.
I force myself to still, my chest heaving wildly. If I continue to buck, I’ll only be putting my pussy right in his stupid face. And the asshole would just love that.
Rage unlike anything I’ve ever felt floods me, replacing the fear and helplessness. I scream beneath the tape, raging and cursing him as his eyes eat up the expanse of my center.
The moonlight doesn’t provide enough light for him to see much, but it doesn’t matter to him. He’s seen it before.
He inhales deeply. “Fuck, you smell just like I remember. So fucking sweet.”
He leans down and places a gentle kiss on my pelvic bone. I arch my back, pushing my body deeper into the mattress and away from his kiss. I’m panting harshly through my nose, imitating a pissed-off bull.
Self-hatred wars against the hatred for him. I did this to myself. I know I did. I instigated him—pushed against him when he warned me what would happen.
It didn’t matter. I was too fucking stupid and hard-headed. Too high off whatever sick thrill I can’t seem to get enough of.
He grips my hips and roughly yanks me down, tightening the bonds on my wrists and giving him full access to my pussy.
Another soft kiss, an inch above my clit. I can’t stop the whimper that releases from my mouth, sticking against the tape, just as my lips are.
But the tape doesn’t mask the sound like it’s masking my words. I feel him pause, and then he smiles against my skin.
I shudder beneath his touch, his hot breath fanning across my most sensitive area. My knees jerk inward, another useless attempt to close my legs.
And then I feel them. A stubborn tear slips free as his teeth scrape against my mound. I scream and thrash against the feeling, dislodging his teeth from my skin only for my body to jerk right back into his mouth.
I gasp, feeling far more than just teeth this time. His tongue slides against my clit, a feral groan releasing from his throat as he tastes me. Uncontrollably, my eyes roll and my head kicks back as the most delicious feeling envelopes me.
But I refuse to let that cloud my judgment. Riding alongside pleasure is disgust.
Disgust at myself—my body—for feeling anything else. And disgust that he is taking something that I didn’t willingly give.
“Fuck,” he growls against me, the vibrations forcing me to suck in a deep breath. The sound of his deep tenor sends a burst of butterflies into my stomach.
“You’re so fucking creamy,” he rasps. I squeeze my eyes shut, hating how I feel my pussy throb from his words and the attention he’s giving me. More so, I hate that he’s right. I can smell my own arousal, feel the juices sliding down my asscheeks.
I shake.
I shake because I don’t know what else to fucking do right now.
Now more than ever, I hate myself, and the reaction my body has to adrenaline and terror.
He licks the entirety of my slit, his tongue moving leisurely all the way up to the bundle of nerves before he sucks my clit between his teeth and clamps down.
Just like he said he would.
I scream with both fright and bliss. His bite is hard enough to send a wave of pain scattering across my clit, but not hard enough to truly hurt me.
He pulls his head away slowly, my clit dragging between his teeth until it slips free, a burning sensation radiating from the bud.
I try to wriggle away, but all it does is cause him to slide his hands behind my knees and forcefully push them back to my ears.
I squeeze my eyes shut again, another traitorous tear slipping free as I thrash against my bonds, desperate to slip free. In this position, I’m far more exposed and vulnerable to him.
But just as it always does, the thrill of danger sends an uncomfortable feeling straight to my core.
He has my body curled so far inward, my ass is no longer on the bed. As if I wasn’t already ashamed enough, I feel my arousal sliding down my stomach.
He growls, noting the desire flooding from my entrance. I can feel his body tightening with need, power rippling through his body.
He doesn’t waste any more time bringing his mouth back to my pussy and sucking my clit back into his mouth.
I jerk, the pleasure renewed as he tugs and sucks at the bud. He doesn’t lick me again, refusing to use his tongue against me—only his teeth.
Every time I move, he clamps harder. So I force myself to stiffen, but the pressure doesn’t lessen. If anything, it only heightens until sharp pain is sluicing from my clit.
I squeal from the sting, screaming muffled curses at him through the tape. And just when it becomes too much, he lets go. I pant through the relief and the lingering pain, my clit throbbing and sore.
But he doesn’t allow me to suffer for long. His middle finger slides inside of me, curling to hit that sweet spot. My hips buck against his hand, a different type of pleasure swelling inside of me.
A bliss that stings and burns but yet, feels fucking incredible.
“Did that hurt?” he asks softly, tilting his head as he watches his finger slide in and out of me, juices collecting in the palm of his hand.
Now that one of my legs is free, I’m tempted to drive my foot into his face. But the reminder of that bite keeps my leg still.
So I just fume silently, glaring holes into him. The anger feels like it’s burning me from the inside out.
He hums, disappointed by my silence. Leaning down, he captures the abused nub between his teeth, sucking in but keeping his bite minimal. Combined with his finger curling up to hit that spot, I can no longer breathe.
Gently, he scrapes his teeth over the sensitive flesh. Over and over until it drives me mad with both the need for more and the need to kill him. Maybe I can cut his hands off like he did Arch. Knock his teeth out so he can’t turn my body against me anymore.
“Remember this, little mouse,” he murmurs in between nips. “Remember that your disobedience brings you pain.” Another sharp nip. My hips jerk away, but the action is futile. “I know you remember how good it felt when my gun was fucking your pussy. Imagine my tongue inside of you—my cock. The pleasure you’d feel would be blinding.”