Page 30 of Heart of a Devil

“Can’t I have all of them?”

With my wrists tightly held in one of his hands, he runs the other up to my breasts and pinches my nipple on the way toward my neck. He wraps his long fingers around my throat and lightly squeezes. “No, you greedy girl. You get to pick one, and I will fuck it until you can’t think straight. Choose quickly, or I’ll do it for you.”

I lift my chin, loving the pressure of his hand on my neck. “Mouth,” I say. “Fuck me in the mouth, Seb.”

He nods sharply, and I expect him to tell me to kneel in front of him. I want to kneel. I want to be on my knees, sucking his cock, serving him. Instead, he stands and carries me with my legs still wrapped around his waist. He opens the bedroom door and throws me down on the bed. Without a word, he goes to the drawers in my closet and emerges with several pairs of pantyhose and stockings. My pussy throbs at the sight of him, so determined. His face is a dark cloud of intent, and he approaches me with a snarl.

“You’re going to have your mouth full in a little while, sweetheart, so there’s no way to say your safe word. If you want me to stop, kick the bed three times. Understood?”

I nod, delicious licks of anticipation running from my core to the rest of my body. He peels my yoga pants from my hips and tugs my tank top up over my head, then stands and surveys my body as though it’s a problem he needs to solve. He removes a Swiss army knife from his pocket and flicks it open to reveal a small but wickedly sharp blade. I stare up at it, fear causing my blood to pound in my ears.

Dear god, I know I said I wanted this, but what the hell is he going to do to me? I leap from the bed, intending to run, but he easily catches me in one brutally strong arm. He slams me back down so hard I bounce, then straddles me, grabbing my hands and holding them above my head. “Don’t fucking move, Lauren. You asked to be fucked in the mouth, and that’s what you’ll get—when I’m good and ready.” He strokes his fingertips tenderly down my cheek. “Safe word?”

“Chainsaw.”

“Good girl.” He winks and climbs off me, and within a minute he has my wrists and ankles tied to the corners of the bed. There’s enough give to allow me to move a little, to kick against the bed if I want to stop, but enough restraint to make me tremble with excitement.

He grins at me, his teeth glinting and his eyes shining, looking like a wolf in human form. “That’s better,” he says, looking down at me. He takes the knife and runs it along his own thumb. A thin line of bright red blood seeps out, proving exactly how sharp it is. I gulp, and my lower lip trembles from fear—the kind that has other parts of me trembling too.

He smiles at my response and shoves his thumb into my mouth. “Suck it clean, sweetheart.”

I do as I’m told, and the coppery taste turns me on more. Damn. This man is showing me things about myself I never suspected.

He nods as though he’s satisfied and trails the knife between my breasts. The pressure isn’t hard enough to cut, but it’s firm enough for me to feel it. I pull in jagged breaths as he slides it down, lifts my bra, and with one quick slash, slices it free. The huge bulge in his pants leaves me with no doubt that he likes what he sees. He heads lower, his fingers and the blade burning a fiery path down my needy body. Palming my pussy, he grinds into me, making me moan. “Fuck. You’re already soaked. Let’s get rid of these panties. I want you bare for me. I want to see and smell exactly what a dirty girl you are.”

I gasp his name as he slides the little knife along my inner thighs. Again as he cuts through the fabric of my panties and pulls them aside. He runs his pointer finger through my folds, gliding through arousal that’s already seeped from me, and rubs at my clit until I’m shaking beneath him. One finger, one tiny nub of flesh, and this man has control of me—mind and body. Every fiber of my being screams for more as he circles and pinches and manipulates. “I need you inside me, Seb, please.”

“I don’t care what you need. You chose mouth, and that’s all you’re getting.” He slaps the side of my ass so hard it makes me cry out, then goes back to working my clit. I strain to lift my head and watch him. Damn, it’s quite a sight. Kneeling between my spread legs, he plays with me, his lip curled in a feral snarl, his eyes glued to the wet triangle between my legs.

He senses my eyes on him and looks up. “I can do this all night. You’re tied up, at my mercy. I can make you come, or I could decide not to. I could leave you here, wet and desperate. I could take you up, take you back down, take you so close you can almost touch it. I can keep you right on the edge of that orgasm for hours. Maybe I will.” His fingers go still, and I want to cryat the loss of stimulation—I was so close, and the way he stared at me was almost as hot as his touch. “Please, Seb. I’ll be good. Please let me come.”

The smile on his face is pure predator. “Maybe I’ll just eat you all up, Lauren. How does that sound?”

“Yes, please—eat me.”

He pushes my legs farther apart and picks up his small knife. The sharp blade skims the sensitive flesh of my trembling inner thigh, but this time he applies enough pressure to pierce the skin. I yell out, not from pain, but shock. Shock… and something else. Pure pleasure. He smears the thin trickle of blood onto his thumb and licks it, giving me the world’s most evil grin as he does. “Every part of you tastes fucking delicious.”

He puts his head to my center and nuzzles my slick folds with his nose. The first lick from his skillful tongue swoops over my swollen bud, and my hands clench into fists. I want to grab his hair, to shove him deeper and hold him there until he makes me come, but I’m too well bound. He holds my bucking hips to the bed and carries on exploring me with his lips, his tongue, his teeth. He never probes inside me despite knowing I’m desperate for it, instead keeping all of his masterful pressure on the surface. I’m delirious from the sensations, every cell in my body lighting up in response to his touch, the constant lapping of his tongue pushing me closer and closer to release. “Please,” I murmur. “Please, Seb… I’ll do anything you want.”

“Oh, I know you will, sweetheart.” He grips my hips harder and lifts me so his face is pushed deeper between my thighs, sucking my clit into his mouth.

He did something similar this morning, but now he’s gone to the next level, holding it captive between his lips and sucking so hard that I teeter along the delicious edge of hurt and heaven. My teeth are chattering and my eyelids are fluttering and my breath is coming in ragged pants and oh sweet lord.

The world explodes, and I’m carried away in a blast zone of ecstasy. Wave after wave of pleasure wash over me, drowning me in an ocean of bliss that keeps flowing. I’m a shaking, pulsating mass of physical joy, crying out his name and shuddering underneath him, my bound arms pulling against their ties. He keeps my clit in his mouth until it is almost painful, only releasing it when the very last ounce of sensation has been milked from my body.

He climbs off the bed and sheds his clothes. Standing before me naked, Sebastian is huge in every way. His muscular body is all raw, brute power, and his huge cock is engorged and twitching. His eyes devour my captive body, his hand on his shaft as he looks at the wet mess between my legs. With a growl, he climbs onto the bed and rests his knees on either side of my shoulders. “Lick my cock,” he commands. “And do it like you love it.”

Not needing to be told twice, I eagerly open my mouth to taste him and lap him with my tongue. I suck him enthusiastically until he groans and pulls away.

“Open your mouth,” he commands. I do as I’m told, but he grabs my face, squeezing the sides of my jaw to open it farther. “Come on, you can do better than that. I’m a big man, and you’re going to take all of me, aren’t you? I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours so hard you choke.”

He lets me suck the crown of his dick first, and I lick off the pearly drops of pre-cum, loving the salty taste. Then he inches inside me, filling me with his cock, his scent, his strength. He wraps a fist in my hair and tugs my head, forcing more of himself into my mouth. I gag, but he doesn’t stop. “Stop fighting it. This is happening whether you like it or not. You asked to be fucked in the mouth, so that’s what you’re getting. Calm down. Breathe through your nose and relax your throat muscles. You can do this.”

I fight back my panic, squeezing away the tears that have gathered in the corners of my eyes, and do as he tells me. With a grunt, he shoves his way down my throat. His balls slap my chin, and I feel a sense of triumph when I realize that I’ve actually swallowed that colossal cock of his.

“Such a good girl,” he says encouragingly, starting to move in and out. “I knew you could take all of me. You look so good with your lips stretched around my dick, baby, and those tears in your big, gorgeous eyes make me want to fuck you harder.”

He slams in and out of me, holding on to the top of the headboard as he thrusts. I concentrate on my breathing, on staying relaxed, on letting him do what I asked him to do. It gets easier once I know I can take him, and he drills into me with full strength and speed. This isn’t like any blowjob I’ve ever given before. I can’t lick him or suck him or tease him. I can’t use my hands on him. All I can do is lie here, tied to a bed, while he uses my mouth. It’s insanely dirty, insanely good, and my pussy throbs in time to his thrusts.

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