Page 66 of Nemesis
I dragged my gaze up, pausing at the hard bulge straining against his slacks and up to meet his eyes. I quieted the millions of questions bouncing in my head and did as told, lying face down on the side of the bed, pressing my palms flat into the comforter next to my head.
“Look at my pussy dripping for me,” he praised, and I dug my face into the comforter to muffle my whimper.
I was bent over and at his mercy, which, in theory, should have been frightening since I hated being under anyone’s control, but I didn’t want him to stop.
If anything, it was the complete opposite.
I want more.
I was burning up, squirming under the intensity of his stare. Under the burden of silence, I lifted my head and was about to turn around to look at him, but his palm wrapped around the back of my neck, pressing my face into the bed.
“Don’t move unless I say so.”
My body ached with need as his hand left my neck. He skimmed a finger down the length of my spine, down the crease of my ass, and traced a feather touch down my cunt.
He’d been so meticulous in his teasing, giving me tiny fragments of pleasure, but stopping right before they blasted off.
“Theo,please,” I begged as he continued his delicious torture, retracing his path, muttering something under his breath in Spanish that I couldn’t decipher from under the lusty haze I was in.
The tension in my core tightened, every nerve ending in my body begging for release. I tried pushing against the tip of his finger that was circling my opening, just wanting to chase what my body was craving, when a crack resounded throughout the bedroom.
Fuck.
A sharp sting radiated across the back of my upper thighs. “Theo,” I cried out in surprise and in pain, my back arching as I buried my face into the mattress, whimpering.
“That’s it,mi alma, let me hear you scream my name.”
His palm smoothed over where he’d just hit, and as I was trying to catch my bearings, he delivered another slap to the exact same spot, which was quickly followed by him rubbing over the already tender skin.
I muffled my cry into the plush comforter, my body tensing, anticipating the next blow.
“You look exquisite with my marks on you,mi alma,” he praised.
I waited for it, but he didn't spank me again, disappointment surprisingly taking over me.
There was a pause before I felt him drop to his knees.
I wanted to ask what he was doing, but it became clear when he grabbed my ass in his hands and dug his fingers in, spreading me wider. I sucked in a shaky inhale from how mortified I was for beingsoexposed.
My teeth slammed into my lips and the taste of copper flooded my mouth. He leaned in and hovered, as if he was waiting to see what I’d do.
When I didn’t move, he pressed closer against me and did something I would have never expected.
He inhaled,deeply.
“So responsive,” he murmured against my wet cunt. “I’ve barely touched you and your cunt is quivering.”
I gasped so hard, my lungs nearly collapsed from the sudden change in pressure. Then, without warning, his mouth clamped on my clit, flattening his tongue over it.
Licking. Sucking. Flicking.
His tongue worked me, sending me into a frenzy against his mouth with every perfectly placed lick. His hands gripped the inside of my thigh, keeping me pressed flush to his face.
A growl escaped him and I ground against him. His teeth nipped at my clit in warning, but I didn’t care.
“The—” My spine bowed, my mouth opening on a strangled gasp.
He plunged his tongue inside me forcefully and I panted, my heart pounding.
