Page 56 of Make Me A Sinner
Removing the glass, his eyes flicker, watching my lips. The next second, he yanks me against him, his tongue carving its way into my mouth like it didn’t even belong to Set anymore. It belongs to me. It feels so consuming, it’s making my head spin, my vision blur, and the world around me almost fades. But I made the promise, and there’s no backing out of it. Plus, I can’t let him get near me and explore my body because I can’t handle him right now. The damn piercing isn’t healed yet, and I’mstarting to believe I’d end up in the ER if I let him take things further. I need to take control. And to his surprise, I do just that. Slowly breaking the kiss, I break free, advancing from the corner of his mouth to the sculpted line of his jaw.
I hear him groan, a mixture between pleasure and self-restraint as his hand moves from my throat to the back of my head, gripping my hair at the roots. He’s losing control, clinging to the last thread of restraint. But I don’t allow him to do that. My lips drift down his broad neck, mapping every line of muscle as I can feel that thick vein pulsing with life against them. His hand pulls tighter on my hair, trying to get me to slow down, clinging to the false hopes that I won’t get him to break under my will completely.
But I’m not slowing, no matter how hard he pulls, no matter how much it hurts. I’m descending onto his chest, tearing his T-shirt like I’m fucking possessed. The sound of fabric tearing sets something off in him. His eyes darken, his jaw clenches so hard I can hear his teeth grind. He’s losing it, and I want him to know how it feels to be so helpless in front of someone else—to surrender power and beg with every breath to get it back.
I kiss my way down his chest, my hand brushing over the hard bulge straining against his pants. “Slow the fuck down or you’ll get yourself killed,” he’s almost out of breath, sounding more beast than human.
My gaze rises to meet his, as my tongue skims the muscles along his stomach. “You won’t hurt me,” I breathe, leaving a damp trail under my lips as I continue to explore every square inch of his stomach. My eyes stay locked with his, while my hand lingers over his cock.
“I will,” he threatens with sheer desperation in his voice, as if it’s something he won’t be able to stop. And then he pulls on my hair harder, like he’s seconds from snapping it, his pupils blown wide with wicked need.
But I don’t stop. I don’t slow down, just continue kissing him, my hand starting to work on opening his belt.
I never wanted power, but I fucking love having this kind of power over him. And I fucking love the pleasure my power’s giving him.
He reaches blindly for the bar behind him to anchor himself for whatever I’m about to do next. I know that helplessness all too well, and I’m going to stretch his to its very last limit. My teeth graze that perfect V shape, following its exact line, breath warming every inch as my nails dig into his side.
And it doesn’t take long before I get caught. He knows exactly what this kind of power does to me. “You enjoy this, don’t you? You love the way my body answers you. The way I’m all yours.” He bites his lips in full temptation, as if he’s trying to decide what to do quicker. “Then come on, take it. Take my cock, Serena,” he rasps, trying to push me to move forward. But I love teasing him too much to stop. Besides, he teased me every chance he got. I deserve a little payback and that makes me in no rush to attend to his cock, maybe more in a rush to make him scream in frustration.
“Patience,” I whisper, trailing my lips to the edge of his boxers, but without removing them, only to hear his voice rumbling, “I won’t be gentle if you keep this up.”
“So you mentioned,” I reply, unfazed by his threats, and continue on my path to trace every tattoo and sculpted muscle without subsiding to his threats, and giving him what he really wants.
His grip grows tighter, trying to guide me to his length, but I hold my ground. My knees dig firmly into the floor, and I let out a few soft purrs against his lower stomach, loud enough to extract another groan from deep in his chest.
“Keep it up, and in the next ten seconds my cock’s gonna bury itself inside that tight cunt of yours. Piercing or no piercing,” hesnarls, and I know this time it isn’t an unfounded threat. He’s really going to do it.
Fine, I’ll let him have his fun. “Is this what you want?” I whisper, tugging his pants and boxers down then running my tongue straight over the crown of his cock.
“Fuck, yes,” he grunts his breath growing heavier with every inhale and exhale.
My lips travel his length, making it disappear inch by inch inside my mouth. I can feel the slight shudder in his body, and my own body becomes tight with need. Tonight I’ll have to settle for his pleasure, make it my own. And the more I think about it, the more I realize the slight distress in his muscles, the groans he can no longer keep under wraps, the faint sweet-salty taste of his pre cum—all contributes to my own pleasure.
Still, I think he can’t accept not being in control because the next thing I know, his fingers slip between my hair, right on the back of my head, guiding me back and forth along his cock. His grip is unyielding, something I know I won’t break free from. And the wicked satisfaction in his eyes as his hips move inside my mouth sends chills down my spine.
“You kept me boiling for too long,” he growls, plunging deeper, until I feel his damn piercing, hit the back of my throat.
I almost choke, but I won’t show him what he’s doing to me. Instead, I fight him for control. Gripping the base of his cock, I form a tight ring with my fingers, and slide them along his length in the same rhythm my mouth moves against it. “Fucking hell,” he chants, like he’s glimpsed paradise and not the hell he swore by. His own grip slackens, anxious for my next move.
My lips glide up and down, my teeth clattering against his piercing each time I reach his tip. But then my lips abandon him, leaving my hand to work his length while my tongue trails lower, teasing his sack.
His teeth clasp together as he’s starting to breathe through his nose, like a steaming dragon on the verge of setting everything around him on fire. I love how strongly I turn him on. The effect I have on him is so empowering, so raw, it blurs anything else. All I want is to see him shatter in front of me. Now that I have the power to do this to him, to bring this kind of pleasure—to bring him to his knees with nothing but my mouth.
Just when I see him hanging by a thread, I take him in again, This time letting his cock slam the back of my throat on purpose. And I swear, I’ve never seen such excitement in someone's eyes before. “The minute you’re healed, I’ll fuck you for a week straight, no stopping, no mercy,” he says, almost delirious as I push him a few more times inside my mouth before I can feel the ropes of his ecstasy sliding down my throat.
Even I’m trembling by the time that he’s done, and I already know my makeup’s totally ruined by now. But before he gets the chance to slightly recover, I summon the last of my strength and get on my feet. “I kept my promise, but I’m still mad at you for the piercing,” I mutter, earning nothing but a smug, amused look in return, then make my way to the bedroom. I don’t wait for him, just clean up, change, and slip into bed. I know I’ve just awakened his appetite, and I have no intention of suffering the consequences tonight.
Besides, I kind of enjoy our cat-and-mouse game, and I still have real reasons to put up a fight.
He comes in a few minutes later, and I pretend to be sound asleep. So his only option is to slip into bed beside me, letting his body weight slightly press against mine while his arms wrap around me like they always belonged there.
God, I love it when he does that.
“Might start exploring my merciful side much more often,” he murmurs, lips brushing on my back, then his teeth sink gently on my shoulder, just enough to send a chill down my spine. “Youknow, I never expected I’d end up like this, but somehow I don’t want to be anywhere else.”
“You only say that because I gave you the best blowjob of your life,” I say with a quiet chuckle, unable to help myself—even though I just let him know that I’m not asleep.
“I wouldn’t say the best— more like the one that came from the right person.”
