Page 8 of Edged By the Apparition
He surrounded my cock with his mouth, bathing it in his warmth, and inside, his tongue moved against the underside of the shaft. I trembled as the waves of pleasure washed over me. I couldn’t stop myself from struggling against the restraints.
Which he wanted. He loved when I struggled, prolonging the pleasure, denying me what I needed.
All the sensations were almost too much to bear. I couldn’t form sentences anymore, and instead I was babbling. “Baby…your…I need…”
But he didn’t stop. No. In fact, his tonguegrew. It was longer now, almost like a tentacle, wrapping around my cock, notmoving up and down like I so desperately needed, but swirling around the shaft, overwhelming me with sensation.
Despite that, my orgasm was building, my balls tightening as I got closer to the brink. “God, please…”
I hurtled toward my release, about to?—
It all stopped. All the sensation disappeared, and all that remained of Blaise’s efforts were the restraints holding my wrists and ankles in place.
He wasn’t going to allow me to come.
“You have to…” I panted. “You can’t get me so close and?—”
“I can do whatever I want to you, handsome.”
And then it all came back again, and worse now. There were no longer any fingers. It was all tongues. Every part of my body was being licked and…bitten! Fuck, he was nibbling at my nipples. The electricity of his attack surged through me, my very skin becoming the conductor.
“I can’t take this,” I whispered. Again, I was getting close. So close. My balls were aching, and the orgasm surged up when?—
Again. It was all gone.
“No, no, no, you can’t, Blaise, you can’t—” My composure was gone. As was my consciousness. All I knew was pleasure and need. Pleasure denied. Just within reach.
That’s when the whispering began. Even as he attacked every inch of my available skin once more, I could feel his warm breath against my ear, and a stream of sinful words poured forth.
“Did you really think that I wouldn’t take care of you after all this time? I’ve waited years to see you come apart. I want to see you explode. I want you writhing. All of you. Your beautiful ass. Your perfect nipples. That cock that I could worship for hours. When you finally give me your cum, I want you worried your orgasm might never finish. You’ll fill this room with cum. I want you to beg for it to end. Should I stop?”
“No, please, don’t, I’m so close.” I hurt now, hurt from being brought to the edge once again, and once again he shut me down right at the point of no return.
Blaise kept that up for almost an hour, and each time he restarted the sensations were more intense. His tendrils invaded every nook and cranny of my body. It got to where I couldn’t stand more than a couple of seconds before I was ready to come.
There were no words left in me, only whimpers and whines, until he got me right up to the line, and this time there was no backing off.
“If you touch me again,” I squeezed out, “that’s it.”
The air around me grew thick, almost as if it were phasing in and out of solidity, shimmering and changing.
“Oh, I know, baby. You’re going to come so hard for me. In five…four…three…two…ONE.”
When he touched me now, there was no army of tongues, no overwhelming assault. There was only a hand on my cock. And that was more than enough.
I screamed as I came. There was no distinguishing between pain and pleasure. It was all one as I emptied myself out.
And he hadn’t been wrong. It felt like I came forever. Over and over, I spurted my release onto the floor in front of me, and still more poured out. I shook as the orgasm continued and my vision blurred.
Would it ever stop? I worried that he’d broken me. When this was over, would anything be left of my mind?
When it ended, my restraints disappeared, and I collapsed, unable to hold myself upright. I didn’t hit the hardwood, however. Blaise caught me, cradling me in his invisible limbs. He was warm around me, lowering me down to the floor and rocking me gently. A soothing hand ran through my hair.
“You are beautiful, my sweet Tommy. You are perfect. I don’t know how I didn’t go crazy, not getting to see you like this for five years.”
I hummed, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open. My muscles relaxed, the twitching subsiding, and I drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 3
