Page 374 of Phobia
His assault continued, pulling my whole body taught like he was tightly winding a cord with his tongue. I reached my hands overhead, feeling for anything to grab onto to bear the growing tension inside. My knuckles knocked against the empty rum bottle with a clank. Bastien’s head rose from between my legs, searching for the source of the sound. His lips, wet with my arousal, widened with a mischievous smile.
He climbed over my body, his face over mine. I could smell myself on his lips, like musk and vanilla. “Wonderin’ how yeh taste?”
It was eerie how he knew my thoughts.
“Take a lick.”
I hesitated.
“Go on.”
It was a dare. One that I wanted to accept.
I slicked the tip of my tongue from his bottom lip to the top, tasting the evidence of my most intimate feelings.
“What do yeh taste?” His eyes drilled into mine. “Tell me, songbird. Tell me what heaven tastes like.”
My juices rolled over my taste buds. “Um...like honey.”
“What tastes like honey?”
I was too nervous to say it and my voice cracked. “My vagina.” Dirty talk was new, and I was failing miserably.
“Try again, sweet girl.”
“M-my pussy,” I stammered. My friends had referred to their vaginas as “pussies,” but the name always made me cringe. It felt too scandalous, but here I was with my skirt scrunched up my waist and mypussypressed against this dark stranger. There was no going back to innocence after this.
“It’s a beautiful pussy. So pretty and pink, just like y’er lips.” He sank his teeth into my bottom lip, the sharp pain making me flinch. “Now, ask me to fill it with my cock.”
Oh, God.I had barely managed the word “pussy,” and now this man expected me to say all of that aloud?
His eyelids flared wide, his scalding stare making me desire whatever heinous acts he was dreaming up in his twisted mind.
My lips quivered as I prepared to embarrass myself royally. “W-will you fill my p-pussy, please?”
His eyes lifted at the corners, highly amused by my stutter.
“With y’er cock,” he demanded. His hips undulated, and the bulge in his trousers ground into my bare vag—pussy.
Again and again, he rolled over my raw skin. My hips found traction and followed his movements, the pressure building to an ache.
“All yeh need to do is say it and y’er wish will come true.” Bastien was getting off on my discomfort, I realized, and pushing my boundaries seemed to be a distinct mission of his tonight. But games or not, I needed him. He was going to finish what he started, or else I’d combust from the pain.
He continued grinding into me, his hardness impressive even beneath clothing.
I steeled my nerves and sucked in a sharp inhale as best I could through my moans. “Will you fuck my pussy with your cock?” I blurted out.
Bastien’s hips stilled, and his eyes glinted with pride. Slowly, one side of his mouth curled into a smirk. “Well, well. My little songbird found her voice. Daddy likes it when yeh ask for dirty things.”
His approval sent a rush of heat radiating through my core. It felt so damn good to please him, and even better knowing that he was about to please me.
He reached over my head and grabbed the empty rum bottle. “How much do yeh trust me?”
It was an oddly timed question. “Considering my current state, I’d say I trust you enough.”
“Do I scare you?” He twirled the glass.
My forehead creased as I tried to decipher where his questions were going. “I don’t understand.”
