Page 119 of House of Crimson Kisses
She screams, her eyes rolling shut, her body drooping as the chains hold her in place.
“I told you, I don’t want to hear anything but my name on your lips.”
She screams in frustration as I re-enter her pussy. I drive in and out, over and over, taking her back up to the peak of pleasure. I shunt her forward until her body is taut against the restraints and slide a hand around to massage her clit.
“I can’t take it. I ca?—”
“Do you need to use your safe word?” I ask.
“No—”
She squeals as the paddle comes down on her cheek again. She will learn to trust me, or I will punish her.
She hisses and I know I’m taking her to the edge of what she can handle. Her body is pliant, relaxing into submission. I’ve no doubt the endorphins are dragging her into subspace. I push into her again and again, taking her to the brink of her climax.
“Octavia,” she screams.
I pull out completely. Her arms have paled, and I know the blood has run out of them. She needs to come off the hook. So I lift her down and rest her on the floor. I keep her wrists tied, though.
“Beg,” I say and pull her chin up so she looks at me.
“Please...”
“Please what, Red?”
“Please everything. Forgive me. Love me. Fuck me. Own me. Take me. Bite me. Make me fucking come.”
I smile, honestly. It’s a nasty little sneer, but she needs to know who she belongs to.
“Who do you belong to?”
Her eyes drop to the O, still smeared in blood between her breasts.
“Octavia owns me and my orgasms.”
“Good.” I drop her chin and pull the cock out of my pussy, letting it drop to the floor. I grab a fist full of her hair and pull her to my cunt.
“Make me come, and then I’ll think about letting you orgasm.”
I push her face over my pussy, and she laps hungrily at my clit. She licks and swipes her tongue until I’m rocking back and forth. But it’s not enough, I want more.
I use the fist of hair I have to pull her off me. Then I reach down and use a nail to shred the restraints.
Her wrists are a little pink, so it was the right time to take them off.
“Two fingers.”
She nods.
Her eyes are bright and hungry. “You’re being a very good girl this evening, Verity. Your reward will be handsome.”
She rubs her wrists, helping the blood flow back into her fingers, and then she looks up, signalling that she’s ready. I lay on the edge of the bed, tugging her now normal-coloured wrist. She scrambles across the carpet to the edge of the bed and slides between my thighs.
Her tongue draws long, lavish licks over me. She sounds like a starved woman as she moans and laps and sucks at my pussy.
My head rocks back, my hair falling off my shoulders as I collapse to the bed and prop my feet up on the edge.
I stretch open, give her easier access. Her fingers slide up my legs and to my entrance. She wets the tips, circling my hole before she glides inside. I thought I wanted it hard, but she pushes soft and deep instead and takes me to another place.
