Page 36 of The Star's Sword
I could feel my skin becoming damp with anticipation, making cold air cause all my hairs to stand up.
His claw played on the sensitive skin at my waist, and then he tore my panties away with one smooth motion, leaving me naked and completely bare.
“There,” he said, that low, frightening tone in his voice again. “My property, at my mercy. I will teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget, Morningstar.”
He moved around to my head and to my shock, pressed his lips to mine, capturing me in a harsh kiss. It was claiming, possessive, and I writhed against my bonds, getting wetter at the touch of him.
Meanwhile, his hands moved under me, to lightly tweak my nipples in his fingers, careful to leave his claws at a safe distance to not cut me. Every once in a while, they would graze me, as he lazily pinched and moved my nipples, but it only added to and heightened the sensations of his wonderful touch. The pleasure he could imbue with so little movement on his part.
I was already gasping and writhing before he even released my nipples and ran his claws lightly along the undersides of my breasts, down along my waist, where he kissed me gently at the belly button, only having to tilt his head up to do so.
“I love you at this height, Morningstar. At my mercy,” he growled, licking along the sensitive inside of my belly button again. His tongue teased down, lower, toward where I desperately wanted, but then pulled away. “Gods, you’re beautiful. Distracting me from punishing you.”
I sighed, practically moaning, as he moved lower, licking down my mound and over my slit, flicking his long, extra-pointed tongue against my clit, pushing it up and then down, and then moving in a circle around it.
I nearly came right there, it felt so good. That isolated, shockingly strong sensation of his tongue, while hanging helpless and naked, at his disposal.
Gods, I loved this man.
Finally, his tongue covered my sex completely, stroking and licking along every part that was wet for him, pausing on all the spots he knew were my favorite. Meanwhile, his hands moved along my legs, his claws drawing sensitive lines over my nerves. No matter what he did, he owned me completely.
It wasn’t long before I was getting close to coming, to not being able to stop myself. I kicked out against the ropes, my whole body tight with tension that was almost unbearable as he licked and sucked and teased my body with his claws, able to do it all while standing beneath me.
“You taste like heaven,” he gasped against my sex, still licking and sucking. “Gods, what you do to me, Cleo.”
“What you do to me,” I moaned. “It’s so, please, I can’t take anymore.” I meant it in earnest. My body was writhing in almost pain, and everything in me pounded with the need to come. For that rising, building pressure to just be over. So he could do it again and again—
But just as I was cresting over the peak, practically able to taste the beautiful waves of pleasure he would surely bring me, I felt cold air hit my sex as Sam stepped back completely.
I struggled and wiggled, trying to see him, but couldn’t turn to move my head, as the ropes kept me spread eagled on my stomach.
“I’m sorry, Cleo, but orgasms are for good girls who don’t go falling asleep and getting kidnapped.” His finger ran along the inside of my thigh, capturing some wetness, and I heard him lick it up. “Do you even know what could have happened, to someone as delicious as you?”
“Look, how was I supposed to know a vampire was just flying around?” I asked, desperate and disappointed and body still hungry to release. “I could have handled him, I swear.”
Sam was at my head again in an instant, rage flaring in his eyes. “Then why didn’t you? Why did I find you in his bed with him atop you?” He pinched my nipple almost painfully. “Did you think because I said you could bond with Zadis I meant just anyone was fine? Did you really think I would share you with a vampire?!”
He was furious, and his claws dragged down again until he found my clit. He set one sharp point on it, and pressed down slightly. I jerked, the sharp near-pain not helping me get to orgasm. He wasn’t hurting me, but he definitely wasn’t giving me what I wanted either.
“You have a safe word, Morningstar,” he growled. “You may use it at any time if the punishment is too much. But I assure I will lock you in the dungeon if I have to, to make my point.”
I shook my head. “Point is made, I swear. I won’t get kidnapped again.”
“Your safety is everything,” Samael said. “You are my everything. I must impress on your body, not only your mind, that you must take care of yourself at all costs. You must never let anyone hurt you.”
He moved down again to the juncture of my legs and covered me with his mouth. Once again, he tortured and licked and soothed me to near torment, and withdrew when I was so close I was begging and limp, my legs shaking uncontrollably.
“Please,” I begged, as liquid dripped down the side of my thigh and I heard it hit the ground. My core was so tight I could burst, and my sex was practically sore from all the sensation without relief.
He stayed back only long enough to prevent me cresting into orgasm, then came back to torture me again.
I had to admit, I enjoyed it in a way. Being so wholly bared to him, so helpless. Every time his tongue expertly began moving me up into heaven with pleasure again, he would draw back, and let the sensation fade.
He did this again and again, each interval shorter as I was more and more sensitive, getting closer to the peak faster each time.
My entire body was exhausted and shaking, my nipples taut, my muscles trembling, as he licked up my center and I nearly was able to come, finally. It felt like I couldn’t even see straight, my blood was rushing so hard, my sex so ready, my clit throbbing so hard it could explode.
I’d never felt so deprived as when he stepped back from me then, cold air feeling like fire against my pussy.
