Page 40 of Ezekiel
“It doesn’t hurt! It feels… FUCK!” I screamed, as he smacked me, one well-placed spank right to my pussy. I groaned, pressing my hips up in search of more, but all he did was rake his nails lightly over my outer lips.
“Sir… oh God, yes!” I wailed, my need for him reaching a fever pitch.
I felt his body move above me, his heat, his weight hovering just above me.
“I feel you.. all of you… I can’t think straight,” I whimpered as his fingers speared inside of me again, flicking upwards as I clenched and squeezed around his digits.
“Try harder,” he growled, his mouth encircling my nipple. His teeth grazed over the tip, just hard enough to make me gasp.
“Sir… I… I… feel your teeth, sweet and sharp. I feel your.. oh fuck!… I feel your fingers hitting… yes! Right there!” I stumbled through the words, unable to string them together coherently.
“What do you feel?” His voice was gravelly with need. His fingers left me, and something smooth and hot touched my pussy, sliding up and down through my folds.
“Your… oh God, yes,” I groaned. Words were failing me, and quickly.
“Say it,” he growled, pressing himself against my opening.
“Your cock, Sir. Please!” I begged. I arched my hips up to no avail as he withdrew, leaving me feeling bereft and empty.
“We’re not done yet, pretty little pet. Now, use those words, or we will be done.” I didn’t know what it was about him when he was like this. The roughness, the need he showed. It all enthralled me, captivated me. I needed it. I needed him.
I felt something right at the top of my pussy.
“It feels light. It almost tickles,” I panted. He spread my lips, swirling the fluffy item over my clit.
“It’s a makeup brush, a big fluffy one,” he explained. He swirled and twisted it, brushing over my most sensitive place. Pulling back the hood of my clit, he brushed quick little flicks over the exposed nub.
“Sir! Oh, God, please!” I begged. My orgasm was right there, right at the edge, making my toes curl and my back arch.
“No! Hold it back. You may not cum until I tell you to,” he shouted with a ferocity that spoke of his dominance and his desire. “And when I do let you cum, my darling Angel, your orgasm will rip you apart as you explode into a million pieces. I want you to fucking shatter for me,” he whispered passionately.
“Please, Sir! Please! I’ll do anything,” I begged. I could feel my legs trembling with the need to release.
“Not. Yet.” God, the need in his voice, the sheer desire in his clipped tone sent me further and further into my need. “One last thing, my needy little slut.”
“OH GOD!” I screamed as the cold sensation slid over my pert nipples. “What is that?!”
“You tell me, angel. Use those words,” he chuckled.
“It’s cold!” I hissed. “It’s… it’s… ice!” I exclaimed, feeling the cold, melting water drip down my breast.
“Good girl! Yes, it is! What a smart little thing you are,” he teased sinisterly. The frigid cold lifted away from my chest, only to be replaced a moment later on my blistering hot pussy.
“No! No! No!” I screeched, immediately trying to close my legs.
“Legs open! Now!” he shouted and I willed myself to follow his instruction. But hell, it was hard. “Sensations can be given. They can be taken away. They can be filled with the utmost pleasure. And they can be wickedly cruel. Pain isn’t always given with a strike, Angel,” he chuckled mercilessly. That’s what he was: merciless. Absolutely unrelenting in his delicious brand of torment.
Up and over, down and to the side, went the ice cube over my highly sensitized nub, making me squirm and beg for mercy.
“Please, Sir. I’ll do anything, but please no more!” I nearly wept with a mixture of need and frustration.
“You beg so sweetly, pet,” he chuckled. Then the ice was gone, and his lips wrapped around my abused little clit, sucking it into his mouth. The heat from his tongue had me gasping. His tongue flicked and swirled over the button until I was once again shaking, on the verge of climax.
“Please may I cum, Sir? Please! Oh, God, please!” I begged, my hands fisting in the comforter above my head. My body stretched taught, feeling like I would snap at any moment.
“Not yet, precious,” he praised. I felt his body over me, and Christ, how I wished I could see his face. I wanted to see him looming over me with that look of sheer lust in his eyes. The head of his cock nudged at my opening. I shifted, opening myself up to him as much as possible. My hands fisted so tightly into the blankets above me, my knuckles must have turned white. “I need you to shatter around my cock.”
His hand ripped off the blindfold from my face, and Lord have mercy, the way this man looked at me could have made me cum that very second.
