Page 134 of Beneath a Shattered Sky
Then he stops.
“No!” I cry, sagging in disbelief as he withdraws his finger. “I need to come.”
He tsks, walking around me and pressing his slick-drenched finger to my lips. “Lick me clean so I can continue your punishment, and I’ll consider it.”
My lips part eagerly, tongue snaking out to swipe my own flavour from his skin. Tasting the two of us mixed together until he draws his hand away and returns to stand behind me.
The next slap is harder, travelling straight to my neglected clit. “Six. Thank you, Master.”
Seven has me trembling. Eight steals my breath until he has to remind me to count. Nine makes me sob aloud.
“Well done.” His praise goes straight to my delirious head. “One more.”
I open my mouth, ready to count again.
Smack.
I can’t breathe. I can’t even scream.
Instead of my ass, Drystan delivered my final smack to my exposed and vulnerable pussy. The pain is indescribable. My poor confused body doesn’t even seem to understand that itispain because his fingers are there, on either side of my clit. Caressing. Pinching.
I explode with a scream.
And I’m still coming when he grabs both of my hips, lines his studded dick up with my entrance, and shoves inside me to the hilt.
His hips meet my ass, my breasts bouncing in response to the harsh thrust.
“You loved that.” He draws back, then drives back into my body. “You’re still coming. Fuck.”
“Drystan, Master, fuck me, please.” I’m babbling. Begging.
Goddess only knows what’s coming out of my mouth anymore as he takes me in long, powerful strokes. The hoop piercing on his sack thuds against my clit with each one, and the weight of him slams against my tender ass, drawing more gasps from me. He’s lost his hold on his magic entirely, and I should feel the cold, but his warmth against my back is an inferno that heats my blood. He’s always so controlled, but that dissipates as his fingers dig hard into my hips.
One orgasm rolls into the next, until I’m too sensitive, squirming against him like I might somehow be able to get away.
“No. Unless you use your safe word, you don’t get to run away from me.” Drystan’s chuckle is dark, but the reminder is welcome. “Not when you’re choking my cock like this. You fit me like a dream, huntress.”
I squirm again, his words reigniting the fire that’s already torched my every single nerve ending. All my efforts earn me is an increase in rhythm until I’m little more than a weeping, pleasured doll, caught in his web as he fucks me.
That pierced cock jerks violently inside me, and his hand abandons my hip to pinch my clit as he fills me with warmth.
“One more time,” he whispers, tugging at the bud mercilessly. “Come for me again.”
Like this, I can’t deny him anything. I hurtle over the edge like a firework, my keening cry muffled by the snow.
Bliss engulfs me. I could be floating. Maybe I am. I barely remember him pulling out of me or lowering me back to the ground. Drystan says a word, and the rope unties itself, landing in a perfect coil in the snow and leaving him free to massage each of my limbs with exquisite care as I drift. It’s all a blur, until suddenly it isn’t, and I’m wrapped in a coarse blanket, held securely in his arms, with his chin resting on my head. As hugs go, it’s a definite improvement over the last one he offered me.
“You back?”
“Yeah. That was…” I struggle to find the words.
“Did you enjoy it?”
I tuck my head into his chest and nod. “Yes, but you know that.”
“Never hurts to check,” he replies evenly. “If there was anything I did that made you uncomfortable, or nervous?—”
Leaning back, I capture his lips in a sweet kiss. “I knew it was you. I felt safe the whole time.”
