Page 100 of Sweet Surrender
By the time I reached his pants, his cock was already hard, pressingagainst the zipper, and begging to be released. Pulling both his pants and his boxer briefs down, Nash’s cock sprang free, the slit glistening with pre-come.
It was my turn to lick my lips, but before I could beg Nash to let metaste him, he gave me my next command.
“On the bed. Lay on your back, and spread your legs as wide as youcan.”
Exhilaration shot through me. I never thought I’d enjoy being orderedaround, but Nash had a way of making me crave it.
I did as I was told, climbing on the bed, and trying to hide my smirk atNash’s breath catching when I was on all fours, showing him my bare pussy and ass.
Turning around to see him, I laid down on my back, and parted mylegs, exposing my most intimate part to him. His eyes darkened as he prowled toward me, taking his time to climb on the bed and hover over me.
I gasped when one of his hands came up and wrapped aroundmy neck.
“Are you going to be a good girl and do as you’re told, my sweetSavannah?” Nash said, his voice low and full of wicked intent.
“Yes,” I croaked. He wasn’t gripping my throat hard, just hard enoughto let me know he was in control.
He wasalwaysin control.
“Good. Because if you want your punishment to end, here’s what’sgoing to happen.” He lowered his face so he was an inch away from mine, his hot breath whispering against my lips as he spoke. “I’m going to let you come, but not until I’ve eaten your delicious pussy, and then I’m going to fuck your ass.”
My eyes widened as fear sprung to life, but Nash ignoredthe panic bubbling up inside me. “And you’re going to be quiet, Savannah. You’re not going to make a single sound from now until I decide you can come. If you do, if I hear even the slightest sound from you, I won’t let you come for another week. Do you understand?”
He was setting me up to fail. How could I possibly let him do thosethings to me without making a sound?
But I wasn’t going to give in easily.
I opened my mouth to reply but quickly shut it, realizing that if I spoke,I’d fail before he went anywhere near my pussy. Instead, I nodded my head, letting him know I understood.
A cocky smirk crossed his lips before he removed his hand.Lowering himself, he buried his head in the crook of my neck and started planting little kisses down my throat, along my shoulder, and onto my chest.
Shifting his weight, Nash moved down my body until his mouthwrapped around one of my nipples. He flicked it with his tongue before his teeth clamped down around it.
It tookeverythingin me to not cry out.
I was going to die. There was no way I was going to get through thiswithout screaming, and then I was going to suffer even more.
The certainty that I was going to fail grew stronger when Nashmoved to my other breast and bit down on that nipple too, making my body buck off the bed.
Somehow though, I managed to stop the groan from leaving mebefore it was too late.
Nash chuckled like the evil bastard he was.
“I’m going to enjoy every second of watching you squirm,sweetheart,” he said, looking up at me from where he’d moved to between my legs. “I want you to remember this moment, and if you ever think of running from me again, I won’t be so lenient next time with your punishment.”
Without a further word, he shoved his face into my pussy, swiping upmy juices with his tongue. I bit my cheek to stop the moan of pleasure from leaving me, sure I’d just drawn blood.
Nash flicked his tongue against my clit before sucking it between hislips, and a bolt of pleasure and pain shot through me. But when I didn’t cry outlike I suspected Nash wanted me to, he roughly plunged two fingers into my core, curling them so they hit that sweet spot inside.
I flung my arm up to cover my mouth, biting down on the soft flesh ofmy forearm as Nash alternated between thrusting his fingers and lashing my clit with his tongue.
I focused intently on trying not to make a sound, but it was damn nearimpossible, and it only became harder when Nash moved his finger from my pussy, trailing it down to my ass, where he circled the tight hole with my juices.
Pressure built in my ass as he pressed his thumb in, andthe need to cry out became overwhelming. I was wrong. Being denied orgasms this past week was a walk in the park compared to this torment.
I’ll never know how I managed it, but as Nash started moving histhumb in and out of my ass, all the while hitting my clit with his tongue, I somehow managed to keep quiet.
“I think you can take a little more, sweetheart,” Nash growled, sitting up and removing his thumb.
