Page 23 of Killian's Vengeance

“Why?”

“This.” I used my hand to gesture to us, the sex, the situation. Everything. “It’s a lot to adjust to, this whole situation.” He nodded his head in understanding. “And you make me feel…”

“What? What do I make you feel?” he asked, curiosity burning in his eyes.

I shook my head. “I don’t know. Unsettled? Exposed? Vulnerable? Confused? Insane?”

He leaned down and licked up my collar bone, landing kisses on my throat up to my ear. “Is that all I make you feel?”

I gasped, heat once again starting to build at his light, provocative touch. He allowed the lower half of his body to nestle more intimately against me, his very hard, very big cock sliding wetly between my thighs. “No, that’s not all,” I said, moaning throughout.

“No? What else do I make you feel?” he asked, knowing full well what I was feeling at the moment. He was moving his hips, the head of his cock rubbing against my clit as skillfully as his tongue had. His mouth moved to my right nipple, clamping the hard nub between his teeth, tugging and sucking as he awaited my answer. Asshole.

“I feel…” I started, but trailed off, thoroughly derailed by the way he was playing with me. At my faltering, he pulled his mouth off my nipple and gave it a hard pinch.

“You feel what?” he said, putting something extra into his voice, something that once again had me jumping to respond. His mouth went back to my breast, the other nipple this time, and resumed tormenting my senses. His fingers pinched and pulled the other nipple while his hips continued to shimmy against mine, grinding and rubbing me until I was once again on the edge.

“Overwhelmed…consumed…excited,” I panted out, my nails scoring across the skin of his back as I tried to somehow create more contact.

“Oh, we can do better than that,” he murmured, reaching two fingers down to my clit and giving it a tight squeeze before rubbing it briskly, once again mingling the pleasure and the pain, creating an emotional intensity I’d never experienced during sex.

“That hurt,” I pouted even though it really didn’t. I pretended it hurt more than it did because I was afraid that I’d start to like it, and what would that say about me.

He stopped rubbing my pussy and looked down at me, his look penetrating, like some kind of human lie detector. “You liked it,” he whispered. “You got even wetter when I did it.”

He followed up his words with another pinch and rub that had me squirming. “You like a little pain with the pleasure. I remember how you responded to the flogger,” he said, his wet fingers making their way to my ass and giving it a hard squeeze.

Startling as if I’d been tapped with a cattle prod, my eyes widened at the reminder of how my body felt under the tangled leather tassels of the flogger. The sensation of it slapping against my skin, the strange euphoria and heat that swept through me and created a longing I’d never felt. A longing I was eager to deny existed.

“I was under duress, or something. That doesn’t count.” Even as I said it, there was a dark voice in my head that contradicted me, that acknowledged there was some truth to his words. Even if I hated to admit it.

“Oh no?” he asked. He hastily rolled me over and landed a series of hard spanks to my ass, some hitting the cane mark. He’d nearly brought tears to my eyes, in my case, tears of pain and vindication—I was definitely not enjoying this—when he rolled me back over and shoved two fingers inside my pussy, his thumb once again strumming my clit.

The sensations of pain and pleasure collided into a stimulation overload that had me nearly on the verge of an orgasm. Not only had the spanking not detracted from my pleasure, it seemed to have enhanced it, releasing endorphins and any number of other chemicals into my bloodstream. As I was about to come, he used the finger of one hand to pinch my clit hard while his other fingers continued to vigorously ram inside me.

I screamed, my legs slamming around his hands as I tried to control my shuddering body. He had been so right, the pain on top of the pleasure had created such a maelstrom of emotions and sensations that I felt like my head was blown off. I could feel my pulse in every atom of my body, every cell had been suffused with pleasure so intense that it could barely be comprehended, and we hadn’t even had sex yet!

He rubbed his finger slowly around my pulsing clit. “This little beauty has taken a beating tonight,” he rumbled. “But I’m not done with her yet.” He ducked his head into my neck and started kissing and biting again. His hard dick was pressed against my hip and I felt a twinge of guilt. I was so replete, so wiped out, I had a hard time imagining that I would have the energy or desire to have any more sexual contact for the night.

I guess I could maybe give him a blow job. If I didn’t have to move.

As if reading my dip in energy, he continued to gently bite, suck, and kiss my flushed skin from my earlobes to my waist, careful to avoid my sensitive nipples. He slid further down my body, again avoiding the overstimulated area between my legs, instead focusing his attention on my inner thighs, behind my knees and even the instep of my foot.

As he made his way back up, he lavished my flesh with bites, nips and sucking kisses, increasing the pressure and intensity of his lips on my skin as he went. By the time his mouth got to my thighs again, I was doing everything I could to steer it between them.

“My turn,” he said, reaching over to the small table next to the bed and opening a drawer to remove a condom. “Put it on me.”

My eyebrows jumped in surprise. His request made me aware that I’d barely touched him, and now my hands itched to crawl all over his hard, beautiful body. Though he was holding out the condom, I slid my hands up his ridged stomach to the broad expanse of his chest, my thumbs rubbing lightly over his tight nipples.

He had a lopsided grin on his face, though the sensual look in his eye told me he was enjoying my touch. “Hm, you seem to be having a hard time following directions. Would you like me to provide you incentive to obey?” he asked, his hand once again sliding under the left cheek of my ass to rub the cane mark. I was once again mystified that we were joking about what had been, at the time, a deeply painful and terrifying moment.

“Maybe I don’t like to be told what to do.”

He cocked his head, and I could see him deciding whether to test me on my statement. Instead, he leaned in and his tongue slid up my neck. He started to grind his cock against me, sliding the head through the slippery crevice between my legs in a way that had us groaning into each other’s mouths. “As much as I’d love to prove you wrong, if I don’t fuck you, I’m going to go out of my goddamned mind. Put the condom on.”

I didn’t hesitate this time. I felt desperate to have him inside of me. My core was still throbbing with need, even though I’d come twice so far. It was like each time had only made me more frantic to have more—more orgasms, more of his touch, more of him.

He watched me put on the condom, groaning as I rolled it down his substantial length. “Fuck, I’m going to come just watching your soft, little hands roll that condom on my dick.”

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