Page 28 of Cursed
“It’s right.” I stand between her spread legs and crouch down, my eyes locked on hers. “I’m going to make you come on my tongue while you beg me to stop. And the whole time, we’ll both know you don’t really want me to stop.”
Her eyes widen in panic as I lower my head. “Don’t?—”
I spread her pussy lips with my thumbs, exposing her most intimate flesh to my hungry gaze. Her scent hits me, making my mouth water. I don’t hesitate, diving in like a man possessed, licking a long stripe from her entrance to her clit.
“Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined,” I growl against her.
Sadie jerks against her restraints. “Stop—please stop?—”
But her hips rise to meet my mouth, her body seeking what her mind rejects. I flatten my tongue against her clit, circling it slowly, memorizing her reactions.
“Your body knows what it needs,” I murmur, before sucking her clit between my lips.
She arches against the restraints, a strangled moan escaping her throat. I’ve watched her through cameras, studied her like code, but nothing compares to having her spread before me, tasting her surrender.
“I don’t—I can’t—” Her protests dissolve into whimpers as I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spot that will make her crumble.
I feel powerful, godlike. Her resistance only makes my conquest sweeter. Each lick, each suck brings her closer tosubmission—not just of her body but her mind. That’s what I truly crave.
“Stop fighting it, little butterfly,” I command against her slick flesh. “Your cunt is practically weeping for me.”
She shakes her head frantically, tears streaming down her face, but her thighs tremble as I increase the pressure. I feel her walls tightening around my fingers. She’s close.
I look up the length of her body, watching an internal war play out across her beautiful face. Her eyes meet mine—terrified yet glazed with pleasure. This moment of connection, seeing the exact second she begins to fracture—it’s better than any drug.
“I see you, Sadie,” I whisper. “I see everything you try to hide.”
I press my face deeper between her thighs, groaning against her flesh. Fuck, she tastes incredible—sweet and tangy with an edge that’s uniquely her. Better than anything I had imagined during all those nights watching her on screens. This is real. This is mine.
“Jesus Christ,” I growl, licking her from entrance to clit. “You’re fucking soaked.”
And she is—her arousal coats my chin, my lips. Her body’s betrayal is absolute, her cunt weeping as I worship it with my tongue. The metal restraints rattle as she fights against her own pleasure, but her hips keep lifting toward my mouth, seeking more.
I know exactly why she’s responding this way. I’ve studied her file, read the police report. The memory is embedded in her psyche.
“Your body remembers,” I murmur against her inner thigh, biting down hard enough to make her gasp. “It craves what terrifies you.”
My fingers slide deeper, feeling her walls clench around them. “Please,” she whimpers, but her hips roll against my face.
I look up at her over the landscape of her body, watching tears streak into her hair. “I know what happened to you, Sadie. I know why you’re so wet even while you’re begging me to stop.”
Her eyes widen in shock, shame coloring her cheeks. The knowledge that I’ve accessed her most private trauma appears to horrify her more than the physical violation.
“It’s not your fault,” I tell her, my tongue tracing lazy circles around her clit. “Your body knows who it belongs to now. Let go and surrender to me.”
Her reaction is instantaneous. The moment I mention her surrender, her entire body shakes. Her back arches off the table like she’s been electrocuted, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as her orgasm rips through her. Her thighs clamp around my head, her cunt pulsing violently against my tongue and fingers. I don’t stop, drinking in her release as she comes apart.
“That’s it,” I growl against her sensitive flesh. “Let go for me.”
She sobs as she comes, her face twisted in a beautiful mixture of pleasure and shame. I’ve never seen anything so fucking perfect.
This is everything I’ve wanted since I first saw her.
When her orgasm subsides, I rise slowly, wiping her wetness from my chin with the back of my hand. Her eyes are unfocused, glazed with coerced pleasure and shock. Tears continue to streak down her temples.
An unexpected sensation twists in my chest at the sight of her distress. I didn’t anticipate this—this strange discomfort seeing her broken this way. I wanted her surrender, yes, but this...
I reach out, gently brushing tears from her cheek with my thumb. “Breathe, little butterfly.”
