Page 47 of The Road to Ruined

"Don't…move," he growls.

"Okay…"

I stay still, breath heaving, barely feeling the bed shift around me. The room is quiet enough for me to hear the classical music still playing in the main living space. I focus on that sound, and I'm not sure how many minutes pass, but I begin wondering if I'm alone in the room before I feel it.

Hands—actually hands, not gloves—against the inside of my knees. I moan as they run up the inside of my thighs to my center, spreading me wide, before dipping two fingers inside my soaked pussy. He moves them in and out of me, slowly, deeply, and I relax against it, goosebumps running up my spine as I give in to the pleasure he's giving me.

And then he takes it away, and I wait, listening, and I swear what I think I hear is…sucking.

"You were right, little monster," he says, his voice raspy and barely above a whisper. "I do like the way you taste."

And then his tongue is on me, running up and down my slit, rolling over my clit, dipping inside my pussy. I practically scream on contact, my hips lifting off the bed as I buck against his mouth.

"Oh, god," I moan. "Don't…don't stop. It feels so fucking good."

His hands roam up my thighs, then over my stomach until they reach my breasts, and his thumbs roll over my hard nipples while he devours me, flicking my clit with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" I cry out, squirming against him. "Please!"

His hands move back to the inside of my thighs, holding me open while pinning my hips down against the mattress, increasing the pressure and speed of that tongue on my clit until I explode. My heels dig into the mattress as I writhe against him and the spasms wrack my body.

"Oh my god," I whimper. "Oh my…fuck…"

He licks me through every bit of it until my legs stop shaking.

I feel his weight shifting, his arms on either side of me, as he moves up the bed and over my body, slipping his cock inside me, burying himself to the hilt, and holding it there.

He leans in next to my ear, and I feel his face, his lips, through the soft, thin material covering my head. "You squeeze me so perfectly," he says. He rocks his hips side-to-side, trying to get further inside of me before he finally pulls back out and begins thrusting.

Bone Saw lifts the hood slightly, just above my mouth and then his mouth covers mine. I feel stubble against my face and full lips before his tongue thrusts into my mouth, and I taste myself on him. I want to put my hands on him, but I can't, so I take as much as I can, breathing him in, my teeth grazing his lips as my tongue twists with his own. It's only seconds before he pulls away and pulls the hood down.

"I do have a mouth, Teagan," he says.

He braces himself again, then grabs my legs, letting his hands slide down to my ankles. He holds them out to the side and pumps into me again, hard and fast.

"Oh, god!"

"Master," he corrects me.

"Master," I moan, letting my head fall back, ignoring the way my bound hands dig into my back.

"Do you agree with me now, Teagan?" Bone Saw rasps, fucking into me hard and fast. "That you belong beneath me, serving me?"

"Yes," I whimper.

And I do. For now, I do. The only time I haven't felt lost—the only time I've felt alive in the past three months has been when I was killing or fucking, and I've only done both with him. Everything has been beige without Declan and Luca. But with him, it's red. And I like red.

Maybe this is where I belong. The tension building again at my core seems to think so.

"I'm…oh, fuck…"

"Are you going to come again, little monster?" he groans. "Your tits look so good like this—bouncing while I fuck your pussy raw. Fuck…"

I cry out as I come around his dick, feeling him stiffen as I do. He groans loudly as he finishes deep inside me, his fingers digging into my ass hard enough that they'll leave marks as he tries to work every centimeter of his massive cock inside my pussy while he comes.

"There you go, you little slut," he groans. "You're all full of cum now. Is that what it takes to get you to keep your mouth shut and obey?"

"Probably."

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