Whining for more, Isank back into his touch, crying pleasure and exquisite torment atonce.
“Greedy bat.” Helaughed, his face buried between my thighs as he tasted me, suckingand licking my folds, my skin engorged from so much teasing. “Fuck,you taste good.”
He nibbled on myclit, flicking his tongue against it in a quick rhythm, and slidtwo fingers deep into me to his second, rough-scarred knuckle.
The sensationoverwhelmed me. I trembled as he flicked at my clit, pumping hisfingers in and out of my pussy with a sloshing, slurping sound thattook my shame and fueled my desire until I gave a small scream.
His fingers stillembedded deep in my pussy, Mace arched over my body, wrapping hisfree arm around my upper chest, and pinned me between him and thebench.
“You’re okay,Enota?” He kissed along the back of my neck. “Am I too rough foryou?”
I laughed, but thatcaught in my throat as he played with my pussy, massaging my wallswith his thick, rough fingers. Arousal dripped down my thighs, butstill, he asked? Rough and sweet, possessive and fair. I couldn’twant more.
But I did.
I wanted to be freeof my bonds and crawl for him, to press my mouth against his thighsand nuzzle there. Suck his cock and return the gift of pleasure hegave me. Of freedom and trust and no fear.
To serve him.
I shuddered with asecond, smaller orgasm, clenching down on his fingers with theforce of my euphoria. “I’m fi—” My breath hitched on the lie. Iwasn’t fine. I drifted in pure bliss, flying and shaking andcrashing all at once. “I’m good?”
He laughed again,pressing kisses along my spine through my clothes. “Gods, girl.Next time, no clothes. I want nothing between us when I touch you.And I like to tease,” he added. “Edging is a pleasure until itbecomes a torture. Can you handle that, little bat?”
I whimpered, shakingmy head and burying my face to hide from him. The truth was that Iwanted what he offered so bad, but how he described it, it would behell under his touch, like a raw nerve. His words promised all thedark things my sick little mind craved, and I didn’t want to own upto any of it.
Unfortunately, mybody betrayed me at the critical moment. Pulsing around his fingersin a series of rapid flutters, I lurched forward, trying to escapemy body’s excitement, but I had nowhere to go.
Mace rammed hisfingers into me, pumping them hard enough that his knucklestenderized my pelvic bone. I arched at the deep intrusion, workingmy body against his hand, and I came again.
His breath hissed ashe ripped his hand free and left wet spanks on my ass and the backof my thighs with one hand. Swearing softly, he ripped something,and, with a rustle of foil, he pounded his sheathed cock, twice aswide as his fingers, into my pussy, stretching me without any moreforeplay, and fucked me hard.
I screamed, archingmy head to stare at the ceiling. His hand slapped something over mymouth, stuffing material there. I closed my teeth over the pantieshe shoved there, inhaling my own scent as he fucked me, savage andbrutal, holding to his promise from before.
Shuddering with theoncoming deluge that threatened to drown me, I clenched down onhim. Mace groaned, the rough sound heightening my arousal. Hetrailed his fingers lightly along my spine, slowing for a moment.Playing with my tailbone, he ran his thumb around the edge of myasshole. “Have you taken anyone here, little bat?”
“Offleawgh,” Imumbled unsexily into the panties, my cheeks burning withhumiliation even as my pussy gushed in clear response.
Mace’s laugh drownedmy shame, dousing me with a sense of calm as he tapped the back ofmy head. “Spit them out. Talk to me.”
“Yes,” I gasped.“But not for a very long time. I’m not—not prepped oranything.”
“Did you like it?”He pressed his thumb into the tight ring, forcing it to expand.
A million nerveendings wept as excruciating pleasure burst over my senses. “Yes,but it makes me feel … filthy.” The admission sent a ripple offlutters along my pussy so I milked him.
“Fuck,” Mace rasped.“You are filthy, honey. And you’ll be worse than filthy with me.I’ll keep you on edge so you can’t think for days on end, teasingyou until your mind starts to wonder which world you live in, mineor reality.”
He circled myasshole, pressing and teasing. Sparks burst before my eyes as heheld to his promise, teasing and backing off in an irregularpattern that left my body craving more. His free hand gripped myhip tight, digging his fingers into my flesh for leverage as histhrusts became brutal. Screams tore at my throat, and he archedover me to stuff my panty gag back into my open mouth.
I screamed into thesopping material, squeezing my immobile thighs together. “Please—”I gasped as my world darkened a little at the edges.
“I said I was firm,and fair, but I promise you’ve never seen my side of this world,honey.” He leaned down and nipped my ass, then slapped it hard.Again. I rocked with the force of his combined thrusts and slaps.“You’ll ache after I’m done, but I’ll soothe you for taking what Igive. And I’ll give you plenty.” His voice thinned as he slammedharder into me.
His jerks becameerratic, and his fingers slipped beneath me to tease my clit,circling in easy, smooth patterns from the copious amounts offluids mixed there. I rocked with him, straining to take and giveback at the same time, but Mace was in control. He could give mepleasure and he could take it away.
I wanted to offerhim that control. So, despite being tied down for who knew howlong, it could have been an hour or an eon, I let him have what hewanted and gave it up freely.
“Enota,” he raspedagain, gripping me tighter, fucking me harder. “Come with me. Forthis first time together, come with me.” He pinched and slapped atmy clit, then pressed his knuckles into the bundle of nerves,pinning the pulsing waves that brought on my orgasm in an almostpainful rush that left me raw and screaming as I came.
