Page 57 of Curse

“No, the, the…” I move my head, trying to point down at the fabric thing with my chin.

“Oh, my tie. You don’t like the tie.” The fabric drags across my throat and disappears.

The absence of pressure makes my pussy clench with need. My heart pounds. Maybe if…

“Can you maybe…” I swallow hard. “Can you use your hands instead?”

“You want my hand on your throat, kitten?” His voice sounds like he’s smiling, and his strong, warm hand moves around the base of my neck. He pauses. “Siena—”

“Yes, I want your hand on my throat, please,” I whisper.

He slowly exerts pressure, squeezing just hard enough to get my heart racing as he goes back to kissing my shoulder with little nips and bites. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, his voice husky.

My hips start to rock slightly, almost involuntarily, straining against the restraints, and my ass slides further down the seat, my knees spreading wide. I am so wet, and I want him between my thighs so badly. But I won’t let myself ask for it.

His hand slips beneath the neckline of my dress to cup my breast. With his other hand, he pulls at the stretchy fabric, yanking it down, then pushes my jacket off my shoulders, the sleeves trapping my arms against my sides. He pulls the straps of my bra down, peeling the lace cups open so that my breasts spill free.

My breathing quickens as I suddenly remember that this chair is facing the door. The idea that someone might walk in and see Matti claiming me, possessing me, sends heat coursing through my body.

Matti kneels in front of me, spreading my knees wider with his broad shoulders. The heat of his body against my thighs has me trembling.

Without warning, his hot mouth is on my nipple. He sucks it between his teeth, and I gasp.

“Fuck, kitten,” he groans. “Your tits are amazing.”

He rolls the other nipple between his fingers until they are both hard, a moan escaping my lips. I allow my head to drop back as I slide my hips further toward the edge of the chair,pressing my body against him as much as I can.

Releasing my nipples, Matti presses his hands against my inner thighs. He is so big, he forces my ankles to test the bounds of the restraints as he moves in closer, opens me up to him. A light cool breath of air brushes against the wet fabric stretched across my hot swollen pussy, and I realize that he’s blowing lightly on me as I hear myself whimper.

“You want something, kitten?” He sounds amused with an edge to his voice.

For a split second, I snap back to reality, rebelling against the idea of giving into this man, asking him for anything. But almost immediately, that thought evaporates, forgotten, as he slides his palms up the inside of my thighs then drags my panties to the side, sinking one finger deep inside me.

“Oh shit!” My hips buck of their own accord, but he holds me down with his other hand, keeping me pinned to the chair.

“What do you want, Siena?” He continues to finger fuck me slowly, his voice hard and commanding. “Say it.”

“You,” I gasp. “I want you.”

In one fluid motion, he pulls his finger out of my pussy and drags me to the edge of the chair. His mouth is on me before I can process what’s happening, tongue plunging deep into my opening, thumb pressing hard circles against my clit. He’s relentless, his other hand wrapped around my thigh, fingertips digging in, bruising me, amplifying the intensity.

It takes only minutes of this punishing pressure for that tight familiar heat to build in my core as I buck my hips against him, reveling in the way his beard scratches against my sensitive skin.

He thrusts two fingers deep inside me, moving his mouth to my clit, sucking and nipping at the bundle of nerves. Whenhe groans, devouring me, the reverberations tip me over the edge, and my orgasm tears through me. A rush of wetness floods his mouth, dripping down my thighs, and he devours every shuddering pulse until I’m trembling and spent.

As I pant, trying to catch my breath, thankful for the ties holding me upright in the chair, he trails kisses up my body. His lips brush mine as he murmurs, “Hold on, kitten. I’m not done with you yet.”

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Matti

Igently untie Siena, her quivering body collapsing into my arms. She’s warm and trembling, her breath shallow against my chest. After fucking her to orgasm with my mouth and fingers, I’m as hard as granite, and it takes every ounce of control not to bend her over the chair and take her until we both come apart.

But my girl needs to understand that her actions have consequences, especially when they make it harder for me to protect her. Coming wasn’t her punishment; it was the prelude.

Our location makes this a little more interesting. The room is fully equipped for interrogation—and discipline.

The walls are lined with tie points and shackle brackets. Boxes of chains and metal cuffs sit in one corner, alongside a thick spool of rope. The sharp scent of leather and faint traces of metal linger in the muggy air.

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