Page 134 of Cruelest Kiss and Fairest Blood
She’s getting off on this. Fuck, there’s something so sexy about watching her turn herself on.
“You really want this?”
She nods. “We can stop at any time. If you don’t like it, just say the word. I promise.”
Her eyes are pleading, pupils blown wide. My girl wants this, badly. She squeezes her thighs together again. She fucking needs this. I look back to my spend coating the Vivianite floor. It did feel good. New, strange, but honestly incredible. Breathing deeply, I nod.
Lenore squeals. “Oh my gosh, really?”
“Calm down,” I mutter.
Her smile drops and a dark, sexy look takes its place. Dom Lenore has just entered the room. “Hands and knees.”
I move into position; the chains only allow me so much movement. Fuck, I’ve never been on my hands and knees before without Lenore beneath me.
She disappears behind me. My anticipation grows. Her fingers return to my wings, milking them in long, slow strokes. “Just relax.”
The head of the shadow cock pushes against me and I jerk forward. Lenore coos, “You can take it. Relax for me.” The next time the head nudges my hole, pain spears through me.
“Fuck, no. Lenore that thing is huge. You’re trying to split me in half.”
“It is a third of the size of your cock,” she argues back.
“Well, it fucking hurts,” I gripe.
The pressure disappears as she backs away and comes to kneel before me.
“Spit.” She opens her mouth and holds it beneath my chin, waiting.Holy fucking fuck. This woman is full of surprises.
I give her a generous amount of saliva, filling her mouth. She closes her lips but doesn’t swallow. Taking position behind me again, she dribbles the saliva over my ass. The sensation sends an involuntary shiver across my skin.
“All you needed was some lubrication and a bit of a distraction.” Shadows pulse to life in front of me, forming an exact replica of Lenore. She’s mastered skills with shadows thathave taken me centuries to learn. The shadow version sits before me. She leans back, spreading her knees wide and touching herself.
I know it’s not really Lenore, but watching her doppelgänger play with her pussy is almost as hot as if it were. My eyes lock in on the way her fingers tease her folds, dipping in and out. Itisa good distraction, and I start to relax as I watch the show.
Behind me, Lenore is working on her own performance. Instead of pushing inside again, she rubs the shadow tip through our spit, circling my hole with slight pressure. I never realized how damn sensitive that area was until now. Pleasure zings as she rims the tight flesh. Before I know it, I’ve started to pant. My head drops toward the ground. Seeing her knees through my legs fills some missing part of me that I never realized needed to be dominated.
Around and around. She teases me until I’m sweating. “Lenore.”
“Yes, my love? Do you need something? Use your words.”
That wicked little raven. “Do it.” It comes out as a desperate groan.
“Hmm.” She slows. “That sounded like a command. How about you try again and beg this time.”
Shock and frustration fight against the growing ache in my balls. “Please, do it.”
“Do what? I need specifics.” I can hear the lust as she breathes heavily between each word. We’re both so turned on we could probably spontaneously orgasm from the tension alone.
“Please.” I grit my teeth and give in to my desires. Trusting Lenore completely transforms my most vulnerable moment into a damn rewarding experience. She wants me to beg, I’ll beg. I’ll give this woman anything she wants for the rest of our eternal lives together. “Please, Lenore. Please fuck me. I need this.” The words taste foreign but not entirely unpleasant.
“That’s a good fucking boy.” She resumes teasing me, increasing the pressure as she circles until the tip presses inside. A little bit in and back out. She works herself inside me bit by bit. It’s new and uncomfortable, but I resist the urge to ask her to stop. I said I’d give her a chance to act out her fantasy. A fantasy I’m more on board with by the second.
The shadow tendrils she used before unlocked a place deep inside me that I never knew existed. Lenore pushes deeper, and the shadow cock finds that same place with far more precision. My throat catches on a sob of pleasure and every protest I’d been building up to dies in my throat.
Lenore
Absolute fucking power roars through my veins. I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve fantasized about this for weeks. Harrow is so strong, so thorough in his dominance. I never imagined he’d agree to this. Using my shadows to make him come that first time released the dark desire to dominate from the glass box it’d been hidden within all my prim, pristine life.
