Page 2 of Deadmen's Queen

“Beg me then, Paige.”

“Let me suck your cock, Bast. Please.”

He cocked his head to one side. “Very polite. Why do you want to suck my cock, Paige?”

“Because… I love how it feels when you slide into my mouth,” I said, still blushing but trying to keep my eyes on him.

“Mmm, and why do you like that so much?”

I bit my lip, and he took pity on me. “Is it because it gets you wet? Because you love being my little whore?”

“Yes,” I said. “Please, Bast.”

“On your knees then.”

I dropped down and he moved back out of the water’s direct stream. He wrapped his hand around his shaft.

“Open up then, slut.”

I opened my mouth and moaned as I felt him slide over my tongue. He pushed deep into my mouth, and I gagged a little, but he didn’t pull back, just slid his hands deeper into my hair holding my head securely.

“Breathe, Paige,” he commanded in a quiet voice, the calmness of it at odds with the intensity burning in his eyes.

I did as he instructed, taking a deep breath through my nose. It helped, and slowly the urge to cough around him dissipated. I was rewarded with a satisfied smirk and a soft groan as he pushed further, claiming more of my mouth.

“Take your time,” Bast murmured, guiding my head along his length in slow, measured strokes. I took him deeper and deeper until I felt his tip brush against my throat.

“Good girl,” he praised softly when I didn't gag this time. I sucked harder on him, letting my tongue swirl around his length. He let out a quiet moan and moved his hands to cup my face. I looked up at him through eyelashes spiked with water droplets. He was watching me, dark eyes narrowed.

I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of him, his taste, his hardness. He pulled back slightly allowing me to breathe and then thrust forward again. My hands clung to his thighs, holding him in place as I took as much of him as I could handle. His low growl echoed in the small bathroom, the sound sending a shiver of desire down my spine. He set a steady rhythm, pushing deep into my mouth and then pulling almost all the way out before repeating the motion.

My body responded to him with an intensity that frightened me. I felt myself growing wetter with every thrust of his cock into my mouth, my arousal heightened by the utter submission to his will. He pulled out abruptly, a groan slipping from his lips as he looked down at me.

“You look so fucking good doing that,” he muttered. “You like this don’t you, Paige?”

I tried to nod, but I could barely move as he kept slowly fucking my mouth.

“Such a dirty little slut loves having her mouth full.”

Those words should've irked me, made me feel degraded but instead, they stoked the already burning fire within me. My nipples were hard, and my pussy ached with need. He pulled out of my mouth again and this time I did manage to nod in affirmation. He gripped my head harder, setting a faster pace that had me struggling to keep up. I could taste a hint of his release and clenched my eyes shut, letting him push deeper into my mouth. His fingers tightened in my hair as he thrust deeper, a low growl escaping him.

“That’s it, Paige…take it all.” I took him as deep as I could, sucking hard and feeling him jerk in my mouth.

“Fuck…” he harshly whispered, his body tensing up. With a final thrust, he released himself into me. I swallowed fast, taking everything, he gave me, hearing him groan my name. He pulled out of my mouth, then dragged me up by my hair.

I gasped at the sudden movement, water droplets cascading down my body as I stood. His hands travelled down to my hips, gripping them tightly as he spun me around to face the tiled wall.

I leaned heavily against the cold surface, my breath coming out in quick pants. His hands roamed over my back before sliding down to cup my ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He parted my legs with one of his own and pushed two fingers into my aching core.

I gasped at the intrusion and arched against his hand, pushing back onto his fingers.

“Such a desperate little thing,” He growled into my ear before biting down on the sensitive skin of my neck. His fingers pumped in and out, picking up a steady rhythm that had me moaning and writhing in pleasure.

“Do you want more Paige?” He queried through gritted teeth as he pressed his hardness against my ass.

“Yes” I moaned, craving more of his touch.

“What do you want?”

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