I kissed her again, licking once with a pointed tongue. She moaned—loudly.
Her pleasure sent a ripple of pr**cum spurting from my cock. My quads clenched as the sublime reaction made me crave more. More.
I pounced on her, covering her pu**y with my mouth, sucking in her delectable taste, willingly turning my world topsey turvey with how drugged and intoxicated I was.
Her body rippled every time I licked her. Her mouth fell wide as I pushed my tongue deep, deep inside. Her muscles contracted, dragging my tongue even further. The first ripple of an orgasm warned me to pull back. I didn’t want her coming—not yet.
There was something else I wanted. Something I would take. But first…
Groping for the vibrator, I silently positioned the glittery phallus at her entrance. I nibbled her clit, distracting her with my tongue.
Her fingers groped the bed as I sucked harder, flicking her folds faster, driving her higher.
The gentleness and sweetness inside felt so different to a lifetime of needing pain. I got off on her mewls of pleasure just as much as her moans of agony. Born of a sadistic monster, I couldn’t fight what he’d poured into my blood. But tonight, all I needed was Tess.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
With another lave of my tongue, Tess left sanity, becoming a ball of lust. I loved that I’d driven her to the place where nothing else registers but sex. I needed her there—to enjoy what was to come.
Still sucking on her clit, I pressed the power button. The vibrator came to life, humming, sending shockwaves through her folds, echoing on my tongue.
She screamed. “God—Q. More. It feels—fuck, it feels—”
I didn’t let her finish.
Sliding the vibrator deep, I licked harder, overloading her system with pleasure.
Her h*ps rocked, forcing my mouth to crash against her pu**y. Her hands disappeared into my hair, shamelessly pulling me into her. My neck ached, my back bellowed, but I wouldn’t stop until she came.
“Q—yes…shit, yes.”
I chuckled at Tess’s language, gawking at her wriggling body above. Her br**sts jutted out, her ni**les hard as f**king rocks. God, she tasted divine. I wanted to eat her forever.
My tongue ached to give way to teeth—I wanted to bite her. Just one tiny nip. But I kept up the relentless pressure, driving the vibrator deeper inside.
Her pants and whimpers were f**king erotic, twisting my belly. My c**k throbbed with her every moan, demanding to replace the vibrator and come.
But as much as I wanted to come, I wanted to be somewhere else when I did. This was for her. Just for her.
My tongue picked up speed, urging her upward. Go on, esclave. Come. I want to hear you scream.
Pressing the power button, I cranked the speed. Her body jerked; her fingers yanking the sheets beneath her in a savage pull. “Oh, God!”
I smiled, flicking my tongue, ignoring the sweat running down my temples. My wrist hurt from thrusting the vibrator. I was insanely jealous of the innate object penetrating my woman. I could orgasm just by Tess coming apart.
“I’m going to—Q—stop if you don’t want me to—” Her head arched, hair flying in every direction as her body bunched.
Humming against her clit, I murmured, “You have my permission. Come, esclave. Fucking come on my tongue.” I pressed the button one last time. The vibrator turned from teasing to torturous but Tess writhed in sensual surrender.
Her h*ps pulsed in time to the thrusts I delivered, my head bobbing with her, keeping my tongue busy on her core.
“Q—shit, I’m coming. Q!”
Her entire body convulsed, her fingers became fingernails, clutching my head, rocking her h*ps into my mouth. Her cries demanded, searched, seethed for something.
I know what she needs.
I loved that she was right. This was normal. For us. Pain was our happy place.
She wanted it.
So I gave it to her.
I bit her cl*t with a feral growl. My heart collided painfully with my ribs, but I didn’t care.
She came.
And came.
And came.
Her cries echoed around the room, turning her limbs from quivering with tension to melting with satisfaction into the bed.
I breathed hard, aching and stiff, but very f**king smug. She’d come and it was all because of me.
Her eyes opened, looking almost black from her release. “Q…” Her head lolled, fingers falling from my hair. Her voice was heavy, slurred, completely sated. “That felt incr—incredible.”
I loved her sleepiness. Her vulnerability. I adored what it meant for me. My reward.
Removing the vibrator, I kissed her pu**y. I grinned as her oversensitive cl*t shivered beneath my lips.
Turning off the toy, I left it on the floor. Tess kept her eyes closed, not moving from her open-legged position. I went to stand, but my body was mutinous, bellowing with pain. A simple movement of standing took five times as long as normal. I gritted my teeth, straightening out the kinks in my spine, gathering the lube, and climbing into the bed.
Every movement clashed like agonising cymbals. My body needed rest. I needed sleep, but I didn’t want to miss out on the best opportunity of my life.
I wouldn’t let any headaches, or battle wounds stop me from finishing what I’d started.
Tess was mine.
The second I lay down, Tess snuggled her back against my front, sighing deeply. I relaxed into the pillows, cupping her breast. The heaviness of her flesh activated every protective, possessive part inside. A guttural growl sounded in my throat. “You have the most incredible body. Made just for me. So accepting of anything I do.”
She snuggled closer, tugging a pillow to cradle her head.
I twisted her nipple, my mouth watering to give her tits the same attention as her pu**y. Tess didn’t move or make a sound.
I laughed gently. “Are you sleeping, mon coeur?” Nuzzling her neck, I breathed hard. Her soft form in my arms was too much. I couldn’t stop my h*ps rocking, pressing my c**k against her ass, seeking a release.
Tess moaned, wriggling closer. Her heartbeat fluttered under my touch. A minute ticked by while I held her. Slowly, energy entered her sex-sated limbs. She stroked my forearm wrapped around her. “I’m not sleeping, maître. I know what you want from me.”
My heart leapt. I clenched my jaw, forcing my h*ps to stop. “I won’t force you, Tess. If you’re still afraid…”
She pressed a gentle kiss on my bicep. “You’re not forcing me. I want you. Just…take me gently. I’ll do whatever you want—but you have to tell me what to do.” Her voice wavered, but I didn’t focus on her nerves, only on her permission.