Page 7 of Trick Me, Treat Me
I circled my clit slowly, heat spiraling low in my stomach. The wet sounds of my own fingers filled the room, mixing with the crackle of the fire and the soft bass of the music still playing in the background.
His smirk deepened. “I knew you were greedy for it. Knew that pussy stayed wet. Show me how bad you need to cum right now.”
My back arched as I slipped two fingers inside, gasping at how ready I was. I moved them slowly, my body opening for me the way it usually only did when I was alone. Except this time, I wasn’t alone. This time, a client was watching every stroke, every twitch, every tremor, like it was the only thing in the world that mattered.
“You see how good you look?” Hallow asked, leaning forward now, elbows on his knees, eyes burning into -me. “Soaked, dripping down your hand, and it’s just from me watching you. That’s power, baby.”
A whimper slipped past my lips. My clit throbbed under my own touch, and my body buzzed like static. Heat flushed across my skin, beads of sweat forming at my temples.
“You’re beautiful when you obey,” he murmured. “Don’t stop. Make that pussy cum for me.”
The pressure coiled tighter in my stomach, each circle of my fingers dragging me higher. My moans grew louder, rawer, my thighs trembling as I spread them wider for him.
“That’s it,” he praised, voice deeper, sharper. “Take yourself there. Show me all of it.”
My vision blurred, heat flooding my body, pleasure twisting tight until I felt like I was going to break. His eyes glowed brighter now, catching the firelight as he smirked, watching me unravel.
I came hard, my back arching off the couch, my cry breaking into gasps as wetness gushed between my thighs. My body shook, fingers trembling, chest heaving as the orgasm ripped through me, leaving me dizzy, delirious, burning hot.
And just when I thought I could breathe again, everything tilted. My skin tingled, my head spun, and my ears rang. The last thing I saw was his fangs elongated and glistening before the world went black.
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Iw o k eu pt i n g l y.Not just like my foot had fallen asleep, but like every nerve under my skin was lit up and buzzing. My chest rose heavy, my breath shallow, heat pooling low in my stomach before I even opened my eyes. My thighs clenched, slick already sliding between them, and I swore I could still feel the echoes of my orgasm pulsing through me.
Then I felt it.
Cold, wet kisses. Soft, slow, trailing up the inside of my thigh. My lashes fluttered, my eyes shot open, and I froze. Hallow was between my legs with an ice cube in his mouth but he wasn’t the same.
Thick, black fur ran up his spine, and his braids hung messy now, falling across his broad shoulders. His body gleamed with sweat, every tattoo standing out darker, sharper against his skin. His eyes glowed an unnatural amber, pupils slit thin like a predator’s. His beard was fuller, rougher, and when his lips pulled back, his grillz flashed gold over fangs that were longer, sharper, glistening in the firelight.
He looked like a beast, but still fine as hell. Terrifying and beautiful at the same time. I tried to move, but his arms were locked around my thighs, holding me open, keeping me still. My nails dug into the couch cushions, my breath coming fast as panic and arousal tangled inside me.
“What the… what fuck is this?” I whispered, voice breaking.
His lips brushed higher on my thigh, slow, deliberate, the combination of the ice cube making my whole body shiver. When he spoke, his voice was deeper now, rougher, vibrating through my bones.
“Welcome back, beautiful.” I swallowed hard, wide-eyed, trapped under his gaze. His eyes flicked up, locking on mine, burning hot and unrelenting. “You’re shaking,” he murmured. “I need you to relax, Spirit. Can you do that for me?”
A whimper slipped out before I could stop it, my body betraying me again.
He smirked, fangs catching the light. “That’s it. Be a good girl.”
His head dipped, his mouth brushing closer to where I needed him most. His kisses turned teasing, his ice-filled tongue flicking against my skin just shy of my center. I gasped, arching, desperate without meaning to.
“Pussy tastes so good, baby,” he growled softly, his breath hot against me.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, half in shock, half in need.
“That’s right. Say my name. Let me hear it.”
“Hallow,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
He groaned, low and guttural, like hearing his name fall from my lips fed something deep inside him. His grip on my thighs tightened, pulling me wider, locking me in place. “Perfect,” he praised. “You don’t even know what you’re giving me, baby. You don’t even know how much I need this shit.”
My head spun. My mind screamed that this was insane, impossible, dangerous. But my body? My body didn’t care. My hips lifted, begging for his mouth, my moans spilling out raw and loud.
“Look at you,” he said, tongue finally brushing over my clit, slow and torturous. My cry broke free, and his smirk pressed against me. “So pretty when you can’t help yourself. So sweet when you open for me.”
