Page 68 of Dean's Delinquent

I blink at him, doing my best to process the words rattling through my skull. There’s something about his face. It’s almost as if he’s unhinged. And yet, it’s the same man. The same face. The same exacting glare.

“P- please.” I manage to stammer.

“I hear you, pet. I hear you.”

I barely feel it as he glides the knife under the first bit of ropes. It’s only when everything starts to loosen and release that I realize what’s going on. Slowly, the discomfort dissipates, leaving me a floaty mess. Groaning, I lean into it, arching a bit as I stretch things out and allow blood to come back.

With each bit he removes, other things begin to tickle my consciousness. Cold air nips at my skin, making me shiver once more. We’re still outside braving the elements while he takes his time with me, caressing each revealed bit of skin with his fingers and lips.

Soft moans vibrate along the column of my throat as he teases me, drawing out any pleasure until I find I’m on the edge of orgasm, only to have him pull back away. In some ways, it’s even more painful than the ropes. At least with them, I could picture an ending. Here, I’m still completely at his mercy.

Stillat his mercy.

There hasn’t been any point of this where I’ve been free.

Finally, he gets to my breasts. By this point, every bit of skin aches as blood engorges them, making them stand straight out from my chest. Instead of taking the ropes off right away, he takes the pieces he added, removing one, then engulfing the nipple with his tongue and lips.

Somehow, it quiets the pain. Probably, it gives my brain something else to latch onto. Once he’s satisfied with that one, he goes to the other and repeats the process. Relief floods my very soul, causing me to sag forward. Nothing Doctor Andrew gave me to research comes anywhere near what I’ve endured so far today. And maybe that’s a good thing.

Would I really want to endure all of this if I knew?

Even as the thought flits through my mind, my pussy spasms as his tongue swipes against the swollen peak of my left breast. I’d endure this and more. The pain is addicting somehow. It’s able to morph and move within me, settling down when I think I can’t take anymore, then surging up as he plays me like his own personal instrument.

Or maybe it’s just him. Maybe he just knows how to play me, how to tease me, how to fuck with my mind until all I want is to be here at his mercy.

“Let’s get you warmed up, little pet,” he growls against my sore skin as he finally releases the bonds around my breasts.

Pain rushes in, clouding my mind for a moment. As my lips open on a scream, he’s there smothering them, drinking them into his body. His tongue forces itself between my teeth and explores me, leaving me shaking and bare to his invasion. Soon, the uncomfortable screams turn to wild moans as pleasure rushes in, leaving no trace, no memory of what pain is.

Pulling away feels far more agonizing than anything else I’ve already endured. I wish to grab him and haul him back against me, to feel the way his skin grazes mine as he rubs against me. The dark spice of his cologne mixed with his natural scent swirls through my mind until babbling words fall from my lips as I beg and plead with him not to leave me.

Such desperation.

Such neediness.

It’s as if I don’t even recognize myself anymore.

Never before have I felt like this. Never before have I craved like this. Never before have I wanted to cut someone open just so I could burrow inside their body and never leave.

It’s a madness, an addiction, and an insanity I’m sure I’ll never be free from.

“Shhhhh, my pet,” he whispers against my thigh as he kneels down to undo my ankle. “I’m not leaving you. I’m right here. I’ll always be right here.”

His words wash over me, comforting me like a balm. Any past pain, any discomforts and hurts from our rough games ease out until I lie there limp on the cross. I’m far too easy. I’m far too eager to please.

But I can’t find myself to care. Not when he likes me like this. Not when he seems to want and crave me with the same intensity as I want and crave him.

After undoing the other one, he rises and guides my thighs upward, spreading my pussy open as he wraps my calves around his back. The underside of his cock rubs against me, drawing another delicious moan from my lips as reality begins to set in.

He’s going to fuck me.

My dean is going to fuck me.

I’m going to lose my fucking virginity to someone who’s supposed to be forbidden, off limits, taboo.

ChapterTwenty-Seven

Dean Anderson

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