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If I hadn’t promised I wouldn’t touch below the belt, I’d be eating that cunt by now. My mouth watered at the act of spreading those lips and sucking that clit until it came on its own, her body awake or not.

Undergarments sure didn’t make it easy to wrestle off a body, but in no time, she lay beautifully bare for me. Spreading her legs wide, I took one big whiff, in awe of its unique contrast when we fuck.

If she were awake, surely she’d snapping her legs close or only giving me enough room to lick it or stick my cock inside it, but in this moment I could just take in the scent. Mmm…I couldn’t wait to take it in every possible way.

Taking a nipple of hers into my mouth, I teased her other breast, pinching and pebbling them in succession. I was enamored with them. Now even more so now that I didn’t have to share them, not even with her.

Kissing her stomach, each new space called to me—between her breast, the small of her neck, part of her tailbone. Mmm…I couldn't wait until she came to so I could use her proper.

Hovering over her, I kissed her forehead, a low sound tickled at the back of her throat, as I sat up and studied her to see how much closer she was before she was ready for my use.

Still time. Now was the best moment to properly restrain her to the bed, as I pulled out rigs for each corner of the bedspring, ensuring both hands and feet were confined to the bed.

“Hmm?” She blinked in and out, disoriented from her time unconscious. Kissing her lazy mouth, expecting little to no response as I crawled in the space next to her, waiting for her to come to.

“Don't worry, I'll wait with you.” With each passing minute, she became more conscious of her surroundings. Curiosity mixed with a little fear settled on her delicate features.

“You made me wait a long time.” I reached over and squeezed her breast.

“For having to wait so long, I plan to punish you with edging. Pleasure that feels so good, yet has no release.” I got up to get a towel and placed it underneath her bum as she watched in horror, as I started stripping down.

“And because you can't run from it, you'll have to accept what I give you until I decide when you're allowed to come.” Reaching down to meet my fingers to her slit, I was surprised her body’s reaction was much different from expression she wore on her face.

“Please be gentle.”

“Oh, I'll be gentle when I want to be. But when I stick it in you, I'm going to breed you like the good for nothing whore that you are. And when I do let you come, you're going to wish that I hadn't. Because then I'm going to make you come. Then I'm going to make you come again. And even when you don't think your body can take any more, I'm gonna make you come again. You hear me?” She nodded her compliance, wriggling at my touch but not recoiling from it.

“These tits?” I took each of her nipples, pinching them and snapping them back. “Mine. This cunt?” I smacked the outside of her pussy that resulted in a light scream. “Mine.”

I spit on my hand, and stroked myself at the sight of her perfect frame, and she tried to pull her knees closer together but it was of little use. “Everything that’s tied to this fucking mattress is, what?”

“Yours?” Queenie yelped.

“It’s good that you understand that. Now? I’m going to finally have a taste of this delectable pussy, and you better not fucking come or I’ll make you pay for it.”

Twenty-Seven

Queenie

“Mmm…I wanted to see what you taste like so helpless,” Cillian seductively growled, as he ripped his mouth from my sex, and traced a finger up my breast and into my mouth, coated in my own arousal. Taking his finger between my lips, I sucked it clean, or at least until he was satisfied and withdrew.

Cillian had done a lot of things to me, but this was the first time I truly felt at his mercy, forced to not move, and possibly be at his use at all times. A rush of guilt became overshadowed with curiosity, as even though this felt as far from God's will as a woman could go, I wanted him bad. I wanted him to take me and I wanted it now.

“Such a good girl I have,” he smirked later to be replaced with a concentrated look of lust in his eye. “Mmm…Before I taste your petal, I can't ignore your sweetest berry of all.” His mouth dipped to suckle each nipple, each suck light at first, gradually turning into a suction with the intention to pebble each one.

“Mmm…Look at these Hershey Kisses.” Alternating between each two, pulling himself back up, switching out his mouth for his finger.

The sensation from a warm mouth to callused fingers were a dangerous combination of rough and sweet, as I whimpered, my bound arm unable to turn to prevent the stimulation. Not to mention my constricted legs couldn’t hide the wetness dripping between them if I tried.

“You like that, don't you? Sucking you, then pinching you. Overstimulating you beyond what you thought capable of?” Having so little control over my movement, I knocked my knees together to gain some semblance of control.

Drawn to my gesture, Cillian forced my legs apart, captivated by the far end of the mattress. “Mmm…look at these beautiful toes. All supple and soft.” He took my big toe into his mouth, blowing on it to make me experience the contrast of warm and cool.

I’d never really thought of my feet as something sexual before Cillian. It took most of our marriage to ease me into foot massages, and light kisses here and there to prepare me for such an unknown.

“Mmm…I like seeing the other foot curl for me. If I thought I could wait, I'd use that one too. But I've got a cunt to drown in,” he said, hovering over me, kissing my arms overhead.

“Mmm…” He stopped near my stomach, biting the space right above my lower lips, widening my hips to make room for himself. Never in a million years did I imagine myself doing anything like this, with a man like Cillian.

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