Page 14 of Redbird

CHAPTER FIVE

KEIRA

He presses my thighs apart and I lift my spine, offering my pussy to him. But he doesn’t push into me. Instead he lowers his head, shifting down, until he’s between my legs.

Trembling, I shut my eyes, overwhelmed and wanting to focus on one thing at a time.

For a second, there’s nothing.

Then his tongue slides hot through my sex. The roughness of his beard rasps over my inner thighs. My nipples tighten. He loves the taste, I know by the soft growl in his chest as his tongue delves inside. He takes his time licking my pussy clean before pulling back.

I hear his step and know he’s standing behind me. There’s a sharp crack of pain and I yelp, spine bending as I resist the urge to look back. He’s using the crop again. My pussy clenches, and with it, I tighten around the plug. Pleasure throbs and I fight it back as my inner muscles tighten.

I can’t come without his permission.

Everything in me focuses on breathing the pleasure back. The looped end of the crop stings the right side of my ass. My fingers dig into the sheets. I hear a faint rip as the fabric gives way beneath my nails.

The crop strikes the backs of my thighs.

Again.

And again.

Until I sink onto my elbows and push my face into the bed. Tears soak the sheets. All the stress of the week spills over and flows out. When he hears my first sob, the crop clatters to the ground.

His body slides over mine. He lifts my head back, hand cupping my throat.

“Do you need to safeword me, redbird?” His voice is hoarse.

“No, sir,” I gasp. “I need you, inside me. Please.”

I can feel the ridge of his arousal, pressing against my ass. He’s so hard he’s twitching and I’m so wet it’s dripping on the bed.

“Beg,” he orders.

“Please, sir,” I pant. “Please, fuck me.”

I have no shame, not with him. My head is a dreamy, relaxed space and only he has the power to control what I feel.

His zipper hisses. I hear him spit into his hand and jerk his cock. His breath comes heavy and my pussy flutters with anticipation.

“Redbird,” he says, voice low. “Turn around and suck my cock.”

I scramble into position and he takes me by the hair and guides my face against his groin. My lips part and the thick head slips in.

Hard, hot, and far too big to fit properly.

My jaw loosens and I fall into the headspace where I can breathe through it. But he doesn’t thrust.

“Lick me, redbird,” he says. “I want to see you choke on it.”

I’m soaked from being spanked and relaxed from crying. There’s nothing in me but the driving need to do anything he asks. He fills my mouth, making my jaw ache. I push my tongue forward, trying to lick him in the little space I have.

He hums, stroking the back of my head. “Good girl, do what you can.”

I force another inch in. Saliva slips down my chin as I gag, but I don’t stop licking him. The feeling of his cock throbbing against my tongue is too addicting. Finally, his fist tightens in my hair and he pulls me off, a strand of wetness connecting my lips to his cock.

“What do you say?” His face is stone, eyes serious.

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