Page 7 of Corrupt: XXX Vadim 2
Well aware of my drifting attention, his eyes ruthlessly seek mine out as he manipulates his straining cock. Stroke after stroke leaves him pulsating, but his expression remains unchanged. Unreadable. Cold. Undeniably sexy…
No.“S-Stop!” I shake my head and struggle against my binds, making the metal clang. “What the hell are you doing?”
Hedoesstop, his hand stilling, his gaze unmoving. For seconds. Longer. Unbearably long. I squirm, my lips parting for another demand.
The second they do, he starts to stroke himself again, rendering me silent. As my lips close, he strokes faster. Again. Soon, his entire body is rocking with the motion, his cock straining in his grasp. Beautiful doesn’t even begin to describe the sight. Any words die in my throat as his hand moves even faster. Surer. The longer he pleasures himself, the more I lose my train of thought.
Men like him don’t exhibit themselves lightly. It’s an intentional display, I suspect. Meant for me alone. To tease me. Shatter me. Chastise…
And it’s cruel, unusual punishment. I’m senseless, lost in the whirlpool of conflicting emotions. Shame. Rage.Need. Musings of anger quickly turn to imagining how he would taste, let alone feel if I tried to take him from this angle. As if reading my mind, he stands, letting his pants fall down to his ankles, baring himself completely. Slowly, he advances, his hand still moving, muscles straining beneath his skin.
I don’t even realize that my mouth is already open until he cups my chin, tilting it so that I’m forced to look up at him. His thumb traces my lower lip as he bucks his hips. And I don’t hesitate.
A groan rips through me as his taste explodes over my tongue, and I eagerly lap at the crown. My eyes roll, and I forget all about hating him. Fellating him on the bed was one thing. But this…
It’s so different.
The angle forces him deeper, and I have to tilt my throat to better accept his length. Bound and immobile, all I can do is take whatever he’s willing to give. Just the tip at first. Then the full crown. More. More.
More.
I gasp in exasperation as he pulls away, but then our eyes meet. As if in warning, he caresses my cheek before guiding himself in, in, in.
My eyelids flutter as I struggle to handle this much. He’s throbbing against my tongue, so thick I can barely close my lips around him.
And it’s utter perfection.
I hum in contentment as he rocks his hips, feeding me more, precious bit by precious bit. My wrists strain against the manacles as pressure builds between my legs, seeming to center right over my piercing. I start to whimper as he cradles my cheek while easing more into my mouth, barely teasing the back of my throat.
Then he withdraws again, leaving me gasping.
Before I can even protest, his fingers work to part my hair as he encircles my position. His other hand finds my waist and toys with the waistband of my thong. I shiver. The slightest pressure teases the piercing and sets off a tidal wave of friction, unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Unprepared, I writhe, torn between clamping my knees against the heat or opening myself up to him further.
“How did I know this method would reach you when words don’t?” He sounds so damn smug. I hiss, only to trail off as he teases me again with another gentle swipe. Another and I moan in hapless surrender.
“You wore this to tease…” His voice is a guttural shadow of his usual neutral cadence. Still calm, but nowhere near as disarming. Lust lurks in the vicious tone, heightening the heat building in my blood. “Didn’t you?”
I shake my head, gritting my teeth against a reply as I struggle to remember my anger. “Go to hell—”
I gasp as his finger slips between my legs, teasing the moisture gathered there. “It’s working,” he grates. “Consider this me teased to the point of madness…”
A part of me stiffens, aware of my healing piercing—but the pain doesn’t hurt, and I’m reckless enough to writhe, just enough to test my limits. More pressure sets me ablaze.
And it’s too tempting to heed common sense warning me to stop.
I wantonly rock my hips, seeking out the contact. In response, he teases me with the tip of one elegant finger, and my brain explodes. I buck against him, seeking out more.
I’m denied. The finger withdraws only to tug my thong down my hips entirely. Cool air tickles the heated flesh, and I shiver as his touch finds my ass, kneading the right cheek.
“So beautiful.” He practically groans the praise, his voice thickening. “So wet. Beg me for mercy, and perhaps I’ll grant it.”
Even as his groping fingers churn my brain into butter, I manage to cock my head back and laugh. “Beg? …Screw…you!”
His hand withdraws only to strike again in a stinging burst of pain—he spanked me. My tongue moistens my lips as my thoughts go on hiatus. His palm is already stroking the pain away, but just as I relax, he smacks me again.And again.
“I will redden this flesh,” he promises darkly. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? My beauty, so damn stubborn. I warned you that only you have ever driven me tothis. Chastisement.” Another smack makes me lurch against my binds, a whine trapped in my throat. “Do you require more?”
Yes.“N-No,” I attempt to hiss. “Get off—”
