Page 4 of Moth & Flame
The last bit of my restraint snaps in twain as unparalleled satisfaction suffuses me.
She knows who she belongs to.
I am certain there’s no one else besides me that she callsdaddy,and based on the myriad of scents surrounding her home, not a single one of them is a being that would possess a knot.
Determined to cum with her, I unbuckle my belt and open the zipper of my trousers just enough to liberate my cock. My pre-cum is quick to drip in thick strings from my tip, and I don’t hesitate to palm a handful of it and stroke it over my crown and length as I begin to pump. Hella’s body is already tightening withher approaching orgasm, and I hasten my movements to follow her over the edge.
I’m so primed with blue balls from months of tending to her needs that, within less than a minute, I have to clench my teeth to stifle my growl as an orgasm builds at the base of my spine. A string of curses leaves Hella’s lips as she works her clit at a frantic pace, and her back arches.
The hand gripping her left breast comes down to piston a finger into her tight, pink channel as she continues to caress her clit with the other.“Oh, fuck, daddy… Yes!”
The sight and sound are my undoing. My strokes along my weighty length stutter, and I use my free hand to work over my knot. A deep grunt escapes me as release paints the pristine stone tile of the balcony. I watch Hella writhe as her own orgasm consumes her.“Fuck, fuck, fuck?—”
Yes, Hella. You belong to me.
Soon, I’m going to mark that beautiful pussy as mine.
HELLA
He came for me again.My heart swells—metaphorically, not physically—to the point of pain at the sweetness of it.
Fuck me, I love him so much it fucking hurts.
So I decided to put on another little show to reward him. Perched on the bench in the shower, my senses are still tingling with the undeniable sensation of being watched.By him.
Every night since we’ve met, he’s shown up. Sometimes even after I’ve fallen asleep, but his presence always stirs me. I can feel it in my bones. In the visceral ache taken residence in my chest–an ache that lights up every time he’s near and weeps fiery tears when he’s not.
If it weren’t for the fact that the house staff—all of whom aremajoriand would easily sense his magic—would rat me out just to further ingratiate themselves with Alister, I’d have gone out onto the balcony and pulled him into the shower with me.
Such a transgression would end in my death. I havezerodoubt.
Thankfully, Alister is out, as per usual, with his mistresses, and my mind is my own to visualize Draven claiming me as I pleasure myself.
I dare a glance out of the window, but with the lights on in the bathroom, I can’t see more than a few feet onto the balcony.
We’ve maintained a shred of professionalism–something I have every intention of annihilating as soon as I manage to enact my plan to liberate myself from Alister and all things Blackspire Blood Vaults.
After rinsing off, I turn off the shower and reach for my towel. I should be able towillmyself dry, but unlike Draven and a scarce few others, I’d only manage to leave myself damp. As I smooth my fluffy white bath towel over my skin, the sensation of his eyes on me is already reawakening my arousal and it makes me feel bold.
Striding to my bedroom, I shirk the towel from my body along the way. I climb atop my bed on hands and knees, positioning my ass to face the balcony window where I can feel Draven looming. My arousal is already slick and gooey between my thighs, having only just come and consciously not bothering todrythe area when I towelled myself off.
With two fingers, I spread my lips, sweeping through the wetness seeping from me to show him.
Look at what you do to me, Daddy.
After a few moments of circling my clit, I reach inside a hidden compartment within my bedside drawers and pull out the thick, knotted silicone phallus that looks nearly identical to the shadow of Draven’s cock—the one that he fucks me with every session. I’d procured it recently, specifically for this occasion. It features a suction cup on the base of the knot.
I fail to stifle my grin as I saunter towards the floor-to-ceiling window separating us, lower myself to my knees, spit on the window like I’m fucking mad at it, and slam the suction cup of my dildo to the window with a definitivethud.
He must know I can see him.
Much to my dismay, this dildo doesn’t leak Draven’s pre-cum, so I stimulate as much saliva as possible to make this as messy as I want it to be. I palm the large member, pressing a lush kiss to its tip as my eyes lift right to where Draven would be standing. My heart skips and thunders in my chest as my eyes latch onto his hulking silhouette.
I fucking love you.
Do you know that big, beautiful, fucking bastard?
There’s no one else in this world for me but you, and I will gleefully claw the eyes out of anyone who dares to set their sights on you.
