Page 63 of Conjure
Screams erupt from my chest, yet the pain quickly bleeds into pleasure, balancing on a knife’s edge.
Dominic rubs my assaulted clit, his touch bordering on torture, and I moan around the saturated panties, struggling to swallow the saliva in my mouth.
“Such a dirty little girl you are, Sis.” His palm connects with my clit again in a hard slap, and I shriek. “Think you can sneak out on me, huh?” He thrusts three fingers inside me, pulling them out just as quickly. With a teasing grin, he spreads themwide, then chuckles as strings of creamy arousal stretch between his fingers.
“I think you like it a little too much.” He licks them clean before pinching my clit.
I jolt, my pussy clenching.
He smacks me again, watching me sob and writhe. “You think your little devil friend is in here? Watching me play with your pussy? Think he likes what he sees?”
I moan, the sound muffled by my panties. I’m so close to coming that my body trembles.
“I think it’s jealous.” Dominic makes a show of slowly leaning down and dragging his tongue over my pussy, lapping at my swollen, bruised clit until I’m hovering closer to euphoria. “Your tight little pussy tastes divine.” He drives his tongue inside me, and I come, but if I thought he was done, I was wrong. He tongue-fucks me through it as my body shudders, then rims my ass before biting the left cheek and licking up the coppery blood.
Straightening up, he braces his knees on the mattress and frees his dick, teasing me with the tip as he dips it inside my dripping pussy.
Then, without warning, he thrusts inside, making my body jolt on the bed. His warm fingers encircle the back of my knee, and he keeps me bent in half while he sets to town, fucking me so damn hard I struggle to breathe. He’s ruthless, his balls smacking against my ass with every thrust. I come again, my pussy convulsing around his cock.
His lips spread in a cruel, dimpled smirk. “Your little cunt loves my dick, doesn’t it? Feel how she strangles it.”
He’s a damn machine. A vicious, dark night that I’m hopelessly lost in.
He pulls out and spins me around, then grabs hold of the rope restraining my wrists as he fucks me into the mattress. With my ass in the air, his free hand in my hair, and his hipspistoning so roughly that the bedframe slams against the wall, I come for a third time.
“That’s it, baby, know who owns you.”
When I think I might pass out from pleasure, he pulls out, shifts me over onto my back, and kneels over me with his cock in his hand. His hair falls over his eyes and his lips part on a groan. Jacking his impressive cock, he stares down into my eyes, enrapturing me within his gaze.
“No one gets to see this erotic version of you but me. Understood?”
The veins pop in his forearm. His breathing is increasing. I know he’s close, even before he chokes out, “Understood?”
I’ve barely had a chance to nod when his cum rains over my face and neck. I flinch, but he yanks me up my hair and aims the last few squirts at my mouth.
His semen trails a path down my chin as I blink up at him. He looks like a hedonistic monster who caught his prey. With panted breaths, his fingers pull on my hair until tears spring to my eyes.
He reaches out and removes my saturated panties before sinking his still-hard cock into my mouth and slowly, sensually fucking my lips.
It’s sloppy, wet. Perfect.
“I will never let you go.” His menacing undertones send shivers racing along my overheated skin. “You’re mine.”
I gaze up at him as he zips his dick away then reaches for my panties. With an intensity I feel in my bone marrow, he uses them to clean my face before helping me slip them back on and untying the ropes around my wrists.
The damp fabric feels cool against my burning pussy. He gently strokes his thumb over the material, watching intently as the soaked fabric creases beneath his touch. “I want you towear my cum for the day. If you change into clean panties, I will punish you. And this time, I won’t let you come.”
He walks out and returns minutes later with a tray of food, ordering me to eat.
While I bite into a strawberry, he tracks my every move as though he can’t will himself to look away in case he missed some vital information about me. Something he doesn’t already know. As if it can be found in the small details.
My lips wrap around the berry, the sweet juice trailing onto my chin.
He reaches out and swipes it away with his thumb. “Why did you run away?”
I pause my chewing, my eyes clashing with his. He hovers his thumb on my chin and brushes it over my bottom lip.
“It’s hard to breathe around you sometimes.”
