Page 145 of The Villain

“Good?”

“Yes,” I moan, my hips moving without thought.

I hear a few taps. An innocent sound with heavy consequences.

It starts to vibrate and increase the pace. My body strains at the pleasure. So many sensations hitting me at once that I lose control. I’m mindless and writhing without any hope of escaping her. I can feel that tingle in my spine that signals I’m about to cum. Instead of release it begins to build. My balls tighten, ready to release and unable to. My dick is throbbing and burning with heat.

“Evie,” I gasp. “Please. I need you.”

I want to be inside her for this. I have to be. It’s all I can think about.

“Are you going to leave without permission, Shade?”

“Fuck,” my teeth grit. I can’t think. She’s asking me something and I need to answer. “I won’t. I won’t leave without permission.”

Everything inside me breaks down with the words. Her punishment is so far beyond anything I’ve ever known. I’m overloaded with pleasure and begging for more. I’ve never considered something like this as torture before.

I see her pale hand reach towards my dick. My hips shift to help her while I moan. She doesn’t touch my burning skin. A gentle press of a finger and a vibration runs up my dick until I yell with pleasure. My balls tense again as the feeling of a weak orgasm rolls through me like a ripple. No cum, just pleasure building with barely there relief.

My back bows as I gasp, another orgasm, weaker than the first, takes me.

I need to cum. I’ve never needed it this badly before.

“Evie,” I grunt in frustration.

I lose my breath when I see her next to me completely naked. Kneeling on the bed at my side watching me lose my mind. Her breath is rough as her eyes rove over me. The ache in my balls gets more intense, almost painful.

She watches me like I’m the only thing she’ll ever need and I’m just out of reach.

“Touch yourself. Touch me. Anything, baby.”

Her head slowly turns to me.

“Are you going to leave without permission, Shade?” Her panting voice is rough. She’s begging me to relent without using words. As if I’m controlling this instead of her.

It clicks over in my pleasure drugged mind in a flash of lightning.

“No.” I tell her firmly, determined to get this out past the pleasure haze. “Baby, I understand. You need to know where I am. I know.”

“Do you?”

She taps on the phone again before I can explain.

The pulse and thrust in my core becomes a heavy driving rhythm. Something meant to make me cum. The pressure inside on the most vulnerable nerve laden spot has me choking on a yell. My cock is throbbing like an open wound.

“Get over here and fuck me,” I demand through gritted teeth. I yank at the bindings, cutting into my skin hard enough to bruise me for weeks.

My rage filled grunts are the only sound as she watches me move.

“Come on, baby. Climb onto my dick,” I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. I can see how wet she is. She’s fucking ready for me.

“Are you-”

I interrupt her without hesitation. “Not without you sewn into my side, baby. Take what’s yours.”

Her hand snaps out, catching my jaw in a tight grip that I don’t want to get away from. My body moves while my focus stays on her. So much pleasure. I want her with me. Like she read my mind her eyes meet mine and narrow, her fingers digging in hard enough her nails leave marks in my skin.

“You are mine,” she says in a dark gritty tone. “I am yours. No more keeping me in the dark. I’ll do the same. Do you understand me?”

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