I play with her, switching it up between sucking at her clit and licking the perfect pink folds of her pussy. I keep going till she starts to come then I stop abruptly, killing her orgasm before it can properly take her. I wait. This is the worst form of edging and from Freya’s frustrated cry I’d say she’s just realized that a ruined orgasm is worse than no orgasm at all.
“What the fuck?” she pants.
I smirk into her thigh then dive back in, winding her up again with my tongue. I bring her back to the edge, let her fall, then stop.
I repeat the process over and over until my jaw aches and Freya is a trembling mess beneath me. Tears streak her face, and her hands grip the ties keeping her trapped. The thing about this method is that it’s similar to forced orgasms – you keep going and it starts to get painful.
“Stop, please stop,” Freya sobs.
I sit back on my heels and look down at her. “You are not responsible for my mother’s murder or any of the others,” I tell her. “Say it.”
She shakes her head.
“Say it, or I carry on.” I’m met with stubborn silence. “Your choice, Kitten.”
I lean back down. Freya jerks when my tongue touches her oversensitive clit. She struggles, trying to pull away from me but I pin down her hips and get back to work.
My teeth nip at her folds, my tongue licking a trail of fire over her slit. I thrust two fingers into her pussy, and she screams. She tastes like heaven and the sounds she’s making shudder over my skin. I’m so hard it’s starting to hurt but I force three more ruined orgasms on Freya before stopping again. I cup her burning mound with my palm and look down at her. “Tell me what I want to hear,” I order.
Tears fall from her eyes. She’s collapsed into the mattress, her body limp. Her hair is fanned out around her in a tangled mess of orange curls. But still, she shakes her head.
I squeeze her pussy hard. “Stubborn woman.” She doesn’t fight me this time, I don’t think she has the energy. My plan was to keep this up till she gave in but when her cunt starts fluttering with the need for release, I can’t hold back anymore. I reach down and free myself from my pants. In one, brutal thrust, I’m buried inside of her.
Freya’s eyes widen then roll back in her head as she moans.
I pound into her. I have no doubt she’s hurting but her hips thrust upwards, seeking me out as my cock fills her greedy little pussy. I feel her tighten around me and I bury my face in her neck. I suck and bite at her skin, marking her up.
“Eli, please.” Her voice is tortured, desperate.
Being inside her is fucking intoxicating and I’m starting to lose my control. I need to end this, quick.
I use her juices to lube up my fingers then press the tip of my index finger against the rim of her asshole. I threatened her with this before and she tenses at my touch. She cries out as I push inside to my first, then second knuckle and the darker part of me gets off on her pain. On pushing her. Bending her. Forcing her to submit.
I bring my free hand to her throat and tilt her chin up with my thumb. “Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll let you come.”
Her eyes flicker open.
“It wasn’t your fault, Freya, none of it was your fault.”
She swallows. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips. “It wasn’t my fault,” she whispers.
I thrust into her. “Again,” I say as I push my finger deeper.
“It’s not my fault,” she gasps.
“Good girl.”
I drop my hand, squeeze her clit, and press my lips to hers as she comes apart. The orgasm tears through her and her pussy clamps down on me, milking my cock. I groan as I spill inside of her, filling her so completely with me.
My hips slow. I stay inside her as I catch my breath.
Freya gazes up at me.
I brush her curls away from her face and she leans into my palm.
“I think I hate you,” she says.
I laugh and kiss her forehead. “Sure you do, Kitten.”
