Page 87 of Lost to the Woods

Her walls flutter around me, squeezing, her sweet juices dripping down my wrist. I know she’s so close, and I let her ride that edge.

Her body trembles uncontrollably against the leather straps. Her chest heaves, still covered with wax drips and red marks. Tears track down her cute face, hot and wet, shimmering in the flickering light.

My God, she looks so fucking perfect.

I have never been this enthralled with anyone before her.

“You want me to finish you off, don’t you?”

She shakes her head, frantic, but I know better. Her body can’t lie to me. And it’s about to betray her.

“Really now? You think I don’t feel the way your pussy is choking my fingers, so fucking greedy to cum?” I halt any movement just when she’s about to reach her peak, and she gasps, disappointed. “You’re lying to me again!”

I want her ruined.

I want her obliterated.

I lift the candle, and the sheer terror that flashes in her dazed, teary eyes makes my balls tighten painfully.

I tilt it, letting the wax drip onto her overstimulated clit.

She squeals. It’s beautiful. Her body convulses against the restraints, her back arching, her thighs quaking, her cunt clamping so hard around my fingers I groan aloud.

“Fuck yes!” I renew pumping in and out of her, tipping the candle again. I watch in awe as the wax coats her, dripping over her folds, framing the hot little wet hole I’m working open with my hand.

She’s trembling wildly, gasping, sobbing, fighting it, but she can’t help how good it feels.

And just when she’s about to break, I stop. “No, no, no.” Withdrawing my fingers, I slap her swollen clit. “You don’t cum until I let you.” I smack it again. And again. Then I pour more wax over it, making her yelp. I’m crazy about that sound. I could blow my load just from listening to her.

“Please! Ghost, I can’t take this anymore! This is torture!” she bawls, pleading like the pathetic little slut she is.

“That’s the point, Bun-bun.”

“Please, let me cum! Please!”

How could I ever resist her?

Even now, even after everything, she’s still my weakness.

And I fucking despise her for it.

But I give in.

I blow the candle, tossing it behind me before I grip the wooden plank, leaning against her. Resting my forehead against hers, I slip my finger back into her heated, pulsing cunt.

“Oh, Daddy,” she whimpers, breathing into me, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her soft, damp lips parting.

Damnit, I want to kiss her. I almost yank off the balaclava before I get a grip and remind myself why I’m doing this.

I fuck her with deep, fast strokes, making sure I hit her G-spot with each thrust. Wet, squelching sounds fill the quiet room, only interrupted by her moans.

I feel it the second it hits her. The way she locks up. The way she breaks. And the orgasm slams through her, hard and violent, tearing a ragged scream from her throat as she comes, convulsing, wrecked,mine. Her pussy tightens, spasms, gushing around my fingers, sucking them in like she never wants to let go.

I let her ride it out, watching her unravel beneath me, knowing that after tonight, she’ll never be the same.

In the distance, I hear them approaching.

Just in time.