Page 48 of The King of Hearts

“Fucking perfect.”

My nipples have already turned to hard little nubs from the cool air, but they tighten even more at his praise.

“You poor girl. Do you ache? Is your pussy hungry for my cock? Does it need to be stretched and ripped apart and filled with my cum? Do you want me to make that needy little pussy bleed, Vicious?”

The first thought that comes to mind is to slap his face. I know damn good and well that he’s smiling behind that mask of his. I didn’t miss his pleased tone, like he’s enjoying my suffering.

What an asshole.

But then again, why does my suffering and his enjoyment of it make me pant harder? Look up masochism and you’ll see a big picture of me right beside it.

“Please.” I wish I knew his name so I could tack it at the end of my plea. “Don’t torture me like this. Touch me. Or let me touch you.”

“Daddy said no, Little Vicious. Now shut the fuck up and let me play.”

I clamp my lips shut. Not because he told me to, but because I’m too busy trying to catch my breath. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. Who knew I had a daddy kink. If someone would have told me that before tonight, I would have laughed in their face and called them delusional.

I tip my chin into my chest so I can watch as he works his hand up and down his cock. I wonder what it looks like in the light. I know that it’s fat and long. But what shade is it? Is it darker than the rest of his body? Does it have bulgy veins running down the side? Is the head an angry red when he’s aroused?

Then I begin to wonder what it would feel like in my hand. It would be silky smooth, but granite hard beneath. There’s no way I’d be able to wrap my fingers all the way around it. What about my mouth? What would it taste like? And how far down my throat would I be able to fit him? Something tells me my devilwouldn’t care about any limitations. He’d force it down as far as he wanted.

What I wonder the most is how good it’ll feel filling my pussy. I’ve never had anything inside my pussy. Not even my fingers. It’s going to hurt having that huge thing inside there. I don’t even know if it’ll actually fit. But again, my devil won’t let that stop him. He’d force it to fit, even if it shredded my insides.

My breaths come in choppy pants, and from the way his shoulders rise and fall, his breathing isn’t much better.

I want to look into his eyes and see just how much he wants me. To see if he looks as tortured as I feel. Is he as crazed with lust as I am?

That stupid mask is in the way.

So I keep my eyes pointed at his hips. His steady rhythm of up and down picks up speed. It takes everything in me to keep my hips on the ground and not fuck the air between us. I’m so desperate for any kind of touch that even a stiff breeze may tip me over the edge.

From the little grunts coming from his throat and the now rapid thrust of his hips, he’s close too. I want him to fall. To shoot his cum all over me. To shatter into a million pieces. So I do something that I never thought I would. Something that should ick me the hell out, but doesn’t.

I moan out a name. Except it isn’t his since I don’t know it. And it isn’t God’s.

“Oh, Daddy.”

His reaction is immediate.

“Fucking hell.”

His growl is so deep and rough that it almost sounds animalistic. His hips kick forward, and I watch, utterly transfixed, as the first spurt of cum shoots out the tip of his cock. It lands on my lower stomach, right on the small strip of hair over my pubic bone. The next rope goes higher, as if forcedfrom his body, and it scalds the skin of my left breast. My devil has just enough wherewithal in him to angle his cock down and spurts the rest of his hot release directly over my pussy. There’s so much of it, it has to completely cover me, and I’m shocked at how good it feels. It drips down my ass crack onto the ground.

My hands dig into the grass beside my hips, and I feel the dirt wedge beneath my manicured nails. He was the one to just come, but I feel like I’m the one breathless and on the verge of passing out. My head feels lightheaded, and my heart slams inside my chest.

My devil tilts his head down, and I feel his eyes on me. It’s not fair that he can see me, and I can’t see him to tell what he’s feeling.

I wonder how long we’re going to keep doing this. How long does he plan to keep his identity from me?

He doesn’t move or say anything for what feels like forever. I don’t either. We both just stare at each other, our breathing slowly going back to normal.

Then suddenly, he reaches forward and places his hand over the line of cum on my pubic bone. The heel of his palm is inches away from my clit. I hold my breath and pray he moves his hand down and applies the desperate pressure I need between my legs.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he moves his palm upward, smearing his cum over my stomach. Then he moves to the string covering my breast and does the same, wiping it over the unblemished one. My nipples are hard, and he pinches one between his fingers. I cry out when it feels like he’s going to rip it off.

He falls forward, catching himself with his other hand on the ground by my head. My eyes split open in shock when his cum-covered hand slaps over my mouth. He puts his face so close to mine that all I see is black plastic.

“Manipulation doesn’t become you, Savina. I’ll let that little play you did slide this time because hearing you call me Daddy is making me feel generous.” He smears his hand all over my mouth before he pulls my lips apart with three fingers and shoves them deep inside. I gag when he reaches the back of my throat and keeps going. He pulls them out and thrusts them back inside. “Next time, I won’t be so forgiving.”

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