Page 137 of Penance

She whimpers, biting her lip, and I watch in real time as her eyes roll.

“How do you want me to fuck you?”

The whine that slips from her lips isn’t an answer, but I let her have it, for now at least. I trail my lips down her neck again, following the line of her collarbone, then lower still. I capture her nipple again and she arches towards me, so hard I worry that she might hurt her spine. When she’s squirming, and I can feel her pussy fluttering around my fingers, I pull away with a pop.

“Come on Mercy,” I growl, pulling my fingers out slowly, and then adding a third when I push them back in. “How do you want me to fuck you?”

The sight of her like this—half-dressed, disheveled, trembling—ignites something primal in me. I want to fucking make her bleed. I want to bite her until she screams.

“Draco,” she gasps. “We shouldn’t—”

“But we are,” I interrupt, pressing harder, rolling my palm against her clit. “Now tell me what you want me to do to you or I’m gonna make you walk back home with my cum allover your pretty face.”

Her head falls back, eyes closing as conflict plays like a movie across her face.

“I-I want you t-to…” she pauses, swallows again, and I watch as she closes her eyes before she speaks again.

Out of sight, out of mind maybe?

“To what, Mercy?”

“Use your… mouth?”

“You want me to lick your little pussy? Hmm?”

She nods, maybe a little harder than she meant to.

“Say it.”

She whimpers, shaking her head.

“Come on, Mercy.”

My hand becomes a death grip on her thighs and she groans.

“I w-want you to…” She stops again, breathing hard. “Lick my pussy, Draco.”

I drop to my knees and bury my face between her thighs before she can even react. She arches against me, grinding her beautiful cunt on my mouth, and I find her clit and latch onto it, sucking hard enough to make her whine and buck.

Good.

I want it to hurt.

I want her in pain when she cums for me.

Her muffled screams fill the kitchen, bouncing off the bare walls and high ceiling. It’s like music to me. It’s like we are cleansing our new home from its previous evil with the intentions laid out by her screams.

“Mine,” I growl against her, feeling her body clench around me. I fuck her with my fingers, watching her pussy throb and clench, and the rivers of her desire that run down the back of my hand. There will be a puddle on the floor by the time I’m done with her.

Her legs wrap around my neck, drawing me deeper, her body betraying her even as she gets closer and closer. The heels of her shoes dig into the webbing between my shoulders and neck, and it’s painful, but it’s got my dick leaking in my boxers. I feel her muscles tensing, breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

I swipe her with my tongue again, softly, and then rip my fingers out of her.

“Not yet,” I tell her. “Not until I say you can.”

A sob escapes her, and I can hear the frustration.

She sounds so angry.

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