Page 44 of Fear the Reapers
Was I sure? Cyrus was right, once we started this, there would be no stopping it. The sexual tension was too strong for either of us to ignore, and I knew that once we started, neither of us would want it to stop. But when I looked at him and I thought about how he made me feel, there was no question in my mind. No nagging feeling of uncertainty. I wanted Cyrus, and he needed to know that I was ready to take on everything he offered
“Cyrus, I want you to eat my pussy until you're satiated and spent.” I said, brazened from the hungry look in his eyes. “Is that clear enough for you?”
Cyrus ran his fingers through his dark hair, before flashing me a wicked grin as he gripped my chin.
“How the fuck can a mouth so beautiful spew such filthy words?” He asked, rubbing his thumb across my lips.
I parted my lips and sucked, slowly sliding my tongue up and down the pad of his thumb. His eyelashes fluttered as his head lolled back and I watched, fascinated, as the last bit of restraint left his body.
In an instant, he gripped my chin and captured my mouth in a ravenous kiss. I expected to taste urgency on his lips, but his tongue and lips were slow and languid as they moved with mine, almost as if time were inconsequential to him. We tasted each other, our tongues moving and exploring as our bodies created delicious friction against each other. He kissed me like he was savoring it, drawing out each tantalizing stroke of my tongue and tug of my lip.
“You taste like sin, Princess.” He said, pulling back with a smirk. I nipped it at his lips in response.
“Shut up and kiss me.” I taunted, running my fingers through his thick hair as our mouths collided again.
His tongue massaged mine as my body rolled and grinded against his unabashedly, feeling more and more uninhibited by the second. The need to feel him everywhere was overwhelming. I wanted his spicy scent all over me and for him to consume my every thought.
His hands slowly slid down the sides of my body, leaving a scorching trail of heat in their wake. Every single part of my body felt like it was on fire, yet all I wanted to do was burn in the inferno he created.
Feeling restrained by our clothes, I undid Cyrus’ black silk tie, while his hands massaged my ass. I tossed his tie to the side and began unbuttoning his crisp white shirt while my hips swirled and grinded on his lap. An appreciative groan escaped his lips and the next thing I knew, I was being lifted into the air, as his powerful legs carried us towards the bed.
Cyrus’ hands latched onto my waist as he pried me off of him, tossing my body on the bed with a devilish smirk. I landed on the silk black sheets in a heap of crazed lust and frazzled nerves.
“Eager girl,” he tsked, looking at me with hooded eyes, “I think I need to remind you who is in control here. What do you think, Princess, should I put you in your place?”
My heart thundered in my chest. I didn’t know what he had in mind, but I knew I could handle whatever he threw my way.
“Y-yes.” I stammered, staring at his chiseled torso peeking through his shirt.
“Good girl,” he cooed, “take off your dress and lay flat on your stomach.”
The authoritative tone of his voice had me jumping at his words. I scrambled to my knees, grabbed the silky fabric of my dress and tossed it over my head in one swift motion. I slid my fingers under the sides of my black thong, preparing to slide it off too when a loud tsk stopped me. I froze and looked up to find Cyrus staring at me. His eyes were as hungry as ever, but he had an almost amused look on his face.
“Did I tell you to take that off?” He asked.
I winced, pulling my hands away as I shook my head in response.
“That was your one warning,” he said, licking his lips, “next time you disobey, there will be consequences. Continue.”
This dominating side of Cyrus was sexy as hell. I almost wanted to disobey him again just to see what consequences he had in mind. But as I heard him loosening his belt, I thought better of it, and laid down instead. If I was going to make it out of there in one piece, it was better to be on my best behavior.
The second I laid flat, I felt the bed dip. There was something so thrilling about not being able to see what was going to happen, but feeling the anticipation of knowing something was coming. I felt Cyrus’ powerful thighs straddle my legs and in a split second, both of his hands had gathered my wrists above my head and restrained them with his black silk tie.
Before I could even register what was happening, the loud crack of his palm against my bare ass rang out across the room. The hit stung, and I could already feel the heat emanating from where his hand landed. No one had ever spanked me before. It was equally horrifying, as it was a turn on. Cyrus was serious about punishing me, and the masochist in me was dying to know what other kinds of torment tonight would bring me.
Cyrus gave me another two hard slaps to my ass, and then his lips were on me. Starting from the nape of my neck, he kissed and licked a delicious trail down spine while his hands rubbed and touched and squeezed my body. With every inch he moved, my body pulsed, like all of my nerve endings were seconds from imploding. When his tongue reached my ass and began licking and sucking on my sore skin, my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I relished in the feel of him. His mouth was so soothing and his touch was so gentle, I had almost forgotten that he was the one to bring me the pain to begin with. Then, without warning, his mouth vanished.
My body mourned the loss of his touch and I tried to shift around to see what happened.
“Don’t fucking move.” He hissed, and I froze, feeling his fingers slide up and down my folds. I was soaking wet as it was and his mouth hadn’t even touched my pussy.
Like a flash of lightning, he flipped me over onto my back. Even with the bind, my hands scrambled to cover the scars that marred my stomach. It was a reflex I hated. Most men that I’d been with since the incident averted their gaze completely or pretended like they didn’t notice. But not Cyrus. He took hold of my wrists with one powerful hand and raised them high above my head, exposing my body to him completely.
“Don’t hide from me.” He said, gently tracing my scars with his other hand. “These scars are marks of a fucking warrior, wear them with pride, Princess.”
And then my world shifted. Flinging my legs over his muscular shoulders, Cyrus got to work. His expert tongue dove deeply between my legs, sending delicious pleasure to every inch of my body. Even with my thong still in the way, I could feel the glorious stroke of his tongue as he licked my pussy with the perfect amount of pressure and at just the right angle. Cyrus was oral god and I would worship at his fucking alter every night, if he let me.
“Cyrus…” I begged, as my entire body shuddered from his touch, “p-please.”
