Page 11 of Their Darkest Desire

I look next to me, where she’s still sleeping, her long messy auburn curls all over the pillows, small soft breaths leaving her plump lips.

She looks so peaceful…for now.

An idea sparks up, and maybe I should use this opportunity to my advantage. After all, she did seem to enjoy me –well, a possessed me– eating her out.

In the end, it was still my name she was screaming out. I slowly move away from the bed, trying not to wake her.

I think she’s a deep sleeper, but now I can fully test that theory.

Evelyn

A moan leaves my lips, waking me from my sleep. God, I feel so wet.Did I have a sex dream?I hope Felix didn’t hear. A soft breeze hits my legs, and I freeze. Wait, that's not right. I slept covered in a blanket.What the hell?I want to shoot up but a sudden sting goes through my wrists and ankles. I try to move them but can’t. I hold my breath out of fear.

“Well good morning to you, princess.”

I look at the end of the bed and see Felix crouched in between my legs, smirking at me. His lips and beard are glistering as he looks up.

“WHAT THE FUCK, FELIX! Let me go! What are you doing?”

My panic grows bigger as he slowly moves closer to my pussy.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m enjoying my breakfast.” He grasps my hips, bruising them, and pushes his face between my legs, licking and sucking my most sensitive spot. I try to hold any sound that wants to escape me, but then his teeth start to scrape my clit and one sharp moan leaves my throat. I shouldn't enjoy this, him. I should be mad. But gods, this feels so good.This is so wrong.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it. You certainly seemed to enjoy it last night,” he says with venom in his words.Is he mad at me?

He moves one of his hands away from my hips, then under my shirt and up to my breast where he starts to pinch my nipple. I can’t control any of the sounds that leave my throat and I don’t care anymore.As long as he keeps touching me like that.

My head is spinning in the best way possible and all I can think about is how his lips and tongue feel on my core.

A tension starts to build up and I feel like exploding into a million pieces but before the orgasm can hit, he stops.

I groan out of frustration and try to wiggle my hands out of the bonds, but they are so tight that all I’m doing right now is just damaging the skin.What did he use to tie me up with?I hear him chuckle from in between my legs.That smug bastard!

“If you aren't going to make me come, the least you can do is untie me!” I yelp.

Felix gets up and walks towards a black sports bag at the far end of the room. I don’t know what he’s planning on doing and it’s making me anxious.

He takes out a big hunting knife and duct tape, then walks back to me. “F–Felix, what?” Is he still possessed? My body is trembling uncontrollably and I’m completely frozen in fear.

His eyes soften at me. “Princess, calm down. It’s me. And I’ll probably end up hurting you if you don’t stop shaking.”

He moves closer to me, then moves his leg over so he's right above me. He grabs my shirt and uses the knife to cut it open. Parts of my shirt are still clinging to my arm while my chest is fully exposed. He brings his face closer to my left breast and starts to suck on it almost painfully. I hold back my moans as much as I can but it’s so hard. I won’t let him win. I might have fallen for it earlier, but I won't do it again!

"Ouch!” A sharp pinch shocks me and I try to move from the pain unsuccessfully. Did he just bite me? I’m going to kill him once these bonds are off. He laughs and moves his head towards mine until our noses almost touch. “If you want to come, you’re going to have to beg for it, princess.”

I gather as much saliva as I can and spit on his face.

“Fuck you!”

His face becomes as hard as stone, he doesn’t even wipe the spit off his face. Maybe I shouldn't have done that, but it felt so good.

“Suit yourself.”

He cuts a piece of cloth from my ripped shirt and pushes it into my mouth, then proceeds to take the tape. His face comes closer to mine while he rips the piece of tape loose with his teeth and sticks it over my lips. He looks up at me and smirks as he picks the knife back up, bringing the cool metal towards my nipple, the feeling making it harden. He presses the tip deeper, slowly making his way down my breast, the knife never leaving my skin. I look at him, shaking, and tears are starting to leave my eyes as I mumble through the gag until a sharp pain stops me. I flinch from him and try to move my body away but the bonds and having his weight atop of me makes it almost impossible.

“Tsk-tsk, if you move too much, you’ll ruin the work, and then it’ll take longer to finish it. Now, be a good girl and sit still.”

I try to hold my shaking as he carves into the skin under my left breast. It hurts, but it also makes me feel something else, like something is burning inside me.What is wrong with me?

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