Page 98 of House of Crimson Hearts
She sucks in her bottom lip, spreads her legs wider, pushing her pussy towards me. I narrow my eyes at her. “Impatient,” I say.
“If you don’t hurry up and fuck me, Octavia, I’m going to wrap your hair around my fist and pull you to my cunt and keep you there until I come, do you understand?”
I gasp, desire darkening my gaze. My clit tingles at the thought. I think I might want her to do that. Maybe I’ll antagonise her into it. Wind her up, drive her to the point of punishing me.
There’s nothing quite like being a brat and getting what I deserve.
I slide another finger over her clit and down her centre, hovering at her opening but not moving a millimetre deeper.
“Octavia,” she warns.
I slide my finger back up her pussy, she twitches as I glide over her clit.
“Octavia, this is your final warning. Tease me again and I will take control.”
“Mmmm,” I say and give her the naughtiest look I can from under my lashes. Then I swipe right down her centre to hover over her entrance and stay where I am.
Her jaw flexes, a flash of rage washing through her expression. “You’re being a brat,” she says.
And I nod, unable to keep the grin from my lips as I suck my finger back in my mouth.
“Brats get punished.”
“So punish me.”
She lunges for me, sliding her arm around my neck and looping my long locks around her fist. She holds my hair tight in her grasp. So tight that it tugs a little on my scalp as she tilts my head back. It is divine, the slight sting, the heavy grasp. My pussy is slick, again.
“I warned you,” Red says.
I’m soaked. It’s too much, I may end up coming sat here, her controlling me.
“What’s my punishment?”
“I’m going to fuck your mouth until I’m spent, and then you’re going to clean up every ounce of my come from my pussy. Do you understand?”
I try and nod but forget that she has my hair wrapped tight in her fist and it pulls against my scalp. It stings just the right amount to make me moan and the slickness to seep down my thighs.
“What’s your safe word?” Red asks.
“Villain… what’s yours?”
“Elysium,” she says. “Now, be a good girl and make up for what you’ve done.”
She yanks me between her legs, crushing me to her cunt.
I draw my tongue down her pussy one last time. One last rebellion. She might be punishing me, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop being a brat.
But she tastes too good, so instead of misbehaving, I do want to lick her clean. I lap at her entrance, drawing my tongue between her folds. I drag up and down her pussy as she moans against me.
The more excited she gets, the harder she presses me to her cunt. I can barely breathe. She holds me there, her hands trembling beneath the pressure and pleasure.
I focus on her clit, licking and sucking and nibbling, running the risk of grazing my teeth over her hardening nub. She lets out a gasp and bucks underneath me as my teeth stroke her hood, my tongue sliding over her pussy.
“Fuck,” she breathes. “More, again.”
So I do, and I know I’m playing with fire. If I don’t concentrate, I could nick her skin, slice the flesh and draw blood. Even a single bead would be enough to bond us. Heat rushes to my cheeks at the thought.
I want it.
