Page 51 of Lethal Devotion
“Have you ever been spanked before, dorogoy?”
“No,” she whispers.
“Do you understand that I’ll do it again, if you break the rules?”
“Yes. With your belt next time.” She lets out a soft whimper, and I take pity on her.
“Good girl. You took my cock and your punishment so well. Now you get your reward.” I ease her up off of my lap, gritting my teeth at the loss of pressure against my cock. I turn her and lay her back on the bed, shifting her onto the mattress as I follow her onto it. It’s going to be hell on my arousal, to be in bed with her and keep from fucking her, but I’m determined to give her the reward I promised, and do it well.
“I—” She looks at me, wide-eyed, as she falls back against the pillows. My hands are already at the edge of her thong, easing the straps down her hips, and I nod to her silk cami.
“Take that off, dorogoy. I want to see those pretty breasts, and I want to see how you flush all over when I make you come.”
Her cheeks are already burning, her face flushed and hot as she reaches down wordlessly for the edge of her top. When she’s pulled it over her head, revealing her small breasts with nipples already peaked hard, she looks down at where I’m kneeling between her thighs. “What are you going to do to me, Damian?”
I stare down at her, taking in the sight of her fully naked beneath me. Every inch of her is a vision, from her perfect, delicate face to her strawberry-blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders, her small breasts, and slender curves. I could spend all night tasting every inch of her, sinking myself into her, making her mine so completely that no other man could ever touch or have her.
The fact that she’s naked, and I’m fully clothed still, only adds to the painful eroticism of it all.
She’s too young. Too innocent. This is bad enough without fucking her… without keeping her. After this, it stops.
I’m only doing this so she’ll learn her lesson. So she’ll be punished and satisfied, and this will be the end of it.
I toss her thong to one side, gently pressing my hands to the inside of her thighs to spread her open. “Has anyone ever eaten your pussy, dorogoy?”
She lets out a soft gasp. I know the answer before she even shakes her head no, the word slipping softly from her lips. “No, I?—”
“Then you’re going to lie there while I’m the first one to taste it,” I murmur, pushing her legs apart. “I’m going to make you come on my tongue, dorogoy, and I want to hear you scream my name like the little wildcat that you are. Scratch me if you want, dikaya koshka. But you’ll lie here and let me make you come.”
Her lightly tanned skin is flushed already, her chest rising and falling with quick, short breaths as she stares down at me. “Are you sure?—”
“Quiet, dorogoy,” I growl, sliding my hands up her thighs. “Not another word, unless it’s my name. The only sounds I want to hear from you now are moans, dikaya koshka.”
She gasps, and a moment later, as my hand slides between her thighs, lets out a soft cry as I dip my fingers between her folds.
She’s soaking wet, absolutely fucking drenched. I bite back a groan as I circle her entrance with my fingers, feeling the tight resistance there as I dip one finger lightly inside, before dragging my fingers up through her folds, all the way up to her already-swollen clit.
“Damian—” She gasps my name, her hands already fisting in the duvet, and I feel the edges of my lips curl up in a satisfied smile as I watch her back arch the moment I circle her clit with my fingertip.
I’m aching to taste her. “Keep those legs spread wide for me,dikaya koshka,” I murmur, as I lean down to settle myself in between her legs. I breathe her in, her warm skin and sweet scent, and then I grip her thighs with my hands as I press my mouth between her thighs.
Sienna lets out a cry, her hips bucking upward as she feels a tongue against her clit for the first time. “Oh my god,” she gasps, moaning as I lap gently at her clit, searching for the rhythm she likes the most. “Oh my?—”
Her hips arch upward again, moving against my mouth as she loses all sense of shame and reservation, her thighs splaying open of their own volition. I find the rhythm she likes, circling her clit andthen licking with the flat of my tongue, and I look up the length of her body to see her head thrown back, her mouth open as she moans helplessly with each pass of my tongue.
She’s already close. I can feel it in the tensing of her muscles, in the way she grinds against my mouth, the sounds spilling from her lips almost constant now. She gasps out my name again, one hand flying up to clutch at my hair, and as I run my tongue over her swollen clit again, she cries out.
“I—oh god, I think I—I’m?—”
Her back arches deeply, her nails digging into my scalp as the orgasm hits her, exploding through her body as her thighs tighten and shudder and she convulses with the first spasms of her climax. I hear a high-pitched moan that ends in a sound like my name as she writhes beneath me, feel her clit pulse beneath my tongue, and I feel dizzy with the taste of her, with the lust pounding through my body, with the need formore.
It takes everything in me not to rise up, free my cock, and plunge into her. To not give myself what I’m aching for. To not give in to the desire to feel her clenching around my cock with the aftershocks of her orgasm, wet and hot, and?—
I groan, one arm sliding around her waist as I lift her up, her shocked gasp barely registering as I roll onto my back. With one fluid movement I settle her over my face, her knees on either side of my head as she grabs my thighs to keep from falling.
“Get my cock out,dorogoy,” I growl, my lips inches from her clenching, dripping pussy. “I need to come in your mouth again.”
And then mine is buried between her legs, as I feel her fumble for my zipper.
