Page 8 of Corrupt: XXX Vadim 2
Unbearable friction teases my mound—thick, pulsating pressure rubbing against me, carelessly close to my piercing. I go rigid, my thoughts self-destructing. The resulting pleasure is almost too good. Too dangerous. My brain can’t handle it. It wipes itself blank, a slave to the whims of his movements. His sadistic game.
Groaning, he parts my lower lips around his shaft, sliding through my wetness only to pull back. Again. Back. Again.
It’s maddening.
My lips seem to move of their own accord, spitting out pleas my brain never approves of.
“Please,” I whisper, arching into him as much as I can. What I’m begging for? I don’t know. Just that I need more of…this. His touch. His appreciative grunts as I eagerly buck into his fingertips. More of him.
“You want me inside you?” he wonders, his tone a rasp.
I can only nod, too far gone for shame. “Yes—”
“You know I can’t.” He rocks against me anyway, and my eyes roll it feels so good. But he never goes deeper than the slightest, taunting bit of pressure. Out of concern? My piercing is on fire, but in a way that only enhances the pleasure shooting through me in an electric pulse.
“Please—”
“You want relief?” His tone softens even as his grip on my hair tightens sharply, tugging. The act forces my head back, wrenching my gaze to the ceiling. “Do you want to come, beautiful?”
I nod mindlessly, wiggling my hips for more.
“Please…”
His cock disappears, leaving me so aching I cry out. Another pressure eagerly replaces his full length—smaller and more persistent. His thumb? He eases the tip inside me before going deeper.
And my binds are the only things keeping me from levitating.Piercing. Pleasure.Those two words dance through the remains of my lust-addled brain. Holy goodness, I never knew that even fingering could feel this good. The slightest penetration enhances the pressure swelling over my clit—one teasing thrust and combustion.
My orgasm rips through me so fiercely I don’t even realize it’s happening until I hear my own cries echoing back to me. My nails scrape against the wood beneath them, my body trembling with ecstasy.
“I told you once… You areowned,” I hear Vadim claim, his voice gruffer than ever. Possessive. I should fear it,a part of me warns. At the moment, I’m too far gone to care.
“Owned,” he continues, still stroking me from the inside out. “Cherished. Chastised.”Smack!Another blow to my ass makes me lurch onto the tips of my toes, my core rippling, my brain mush. I lose track of the words spilling off my tongue—just that they would make me blush were I in my right mind.
“Please, please, please—”
He strokes through my hair, murmuring praises as his cock returns, pressing insistently at my mound. My clit is on fire, a searing warning—but all concern of healing timeframes leaves my brain.
“Please!”
He bucks his hips, entering me with such a smooth, controlled thrust that only my sheer wetness drags him as deep as he goes. From the outside, my sore flesh isn’t touched at all. But from the inside…
I scream as pleasure tears through me in unbearable waves. Almost too much. Tears sting my eyes, and I slump, mindless as he takes me so, so gently.
“Beautiful,” he says, his breaths feathering, thrusts strengthening. “So beautiful...Mine.”
I’m boneless when he wrenches himself free and hisses through his own torturous release. Fiery heat spills against my lower back, and my eyes flutter as my brain rockets to cloud nine all over again.
When I finally regain my senses, I’m no longer bound. His fingers trace patterns up and down my arms as his grated voice sinks into my ear.
“So good,” he praises. “So beautiful when you come for me… So beautiful.”
I face him on jellied legs. Our lips meet. Teeth gnashing, tongues grappling for leverage. I’m in his arms before I know it, grinding against him without a damn for my healing piercing.
“N-No!” Seemingly with difficultly, he pulls back and shoves his hand between us, preventing me from further stimulation. Then he snatches my waist, lifting me into his arms completely.
Dazed, I go limp as he carries me into the master bedroom and then the bath, and finally into the shower. He strips us both of our remaining clothing. Then, one-handed, he programs the water and sets me on the bench, blocking me in with his body to keep me seated.
“Let me clean you off, beautiful,” he demands, as the water lashes down.
