Page 52 of Deadmen's Captive

“What are you doing?”

He didn’t answer, forcing my legs apart and sitting on the stool between them. I tried to close them, suddenly shy at how he could see everything.

"Look at you," he said. "You're dripping wet again. You love it, don't you? You love being used like this."

"No..." I protested weakly but a whimper escaped from me when his fingers brushed over a particularly sensitive spot. He was right. Feeling him fuck my mouth the way he had and use me like that, had made me ache for his touch all over again.

“Don’t lie to me, Paige,” he growled. “Never lie to me. Or I’ll kill you.”

My breath caught in my throat as his eyes met mine, deadly serious, then he lowered his head to my pussy and began to lick me roughly. I gasped, clutching onto the edge of the vanity for support as his tongue flickered over my clit. His hands held my legs apart, keeping me open and exposed to him. The sight of him between my legs was so erotic and powerful that it made me squirm in anticipation.

He continued his exploration with a ruthless focus, turning my whimpers into moans. His tongue and fingers worked together to make me fall apart. He seemed to know just where to touch, press and lick. Every swipe of his tongue sent jolts of pleasure running through me.

“Bast,” I breathed out, my hands tangling in his hair as he continued to lavish attention onto me. My hips bucked against his mouth, seeking more contact, more pleasure.

“You taste so sweet,” he rumbled against me, sending vibrations through my sensitive flesh.

His words drove me closer to the edge. I was losing control, pleasure mounting higher and higher within me. The tension coiled tighter in my lower belly and I knew I was close.

"Bast," I whimpered out again, which only seemed to encourage him.

His pace quickened, fingers pressing deeper inside me as his mouth suckled greedily at my clit. Pleasure washed over me like a tidal wave. I cried out loudly as my orgasm hit me hard, my body shaking from the intensity of it.

“So sweet, like forbidden fruit,” he murmured, sliding his fingers inside me. “Fuck, I love the taste of your pussy, Paige. You’re going to come for me again so I can lick it all up.”

“No more,” I begged. “I can't.”

“One more,” he told me firmly, then sucked my sensitive clit into his mouth. I cried out, and his hands pushed at my thighs, spreading them wider as his mouth devoured me. The sensation was too much; I clawed at the vanity beneath me, my body writhing in response to his enthusiasm.

"That's right," he purred. "It feels good, doesn't it? My little slut, crying out for my tongue. Not so innocent now, are we Paige?”

His words were a cruel mockery of the innocent girl I once was; I was becoming something else. Something darker. And if that meant giving into him completely, then so be it.

Fresh heat pooled within me as his fingers joined his mouth, working in sync to drive me to the edge of insanity. My head fell back as I lost myself in the pleasure he was giving me. I couldn't help but moan out his name, my body trembling beneath him.

"No… no… stop…" I gasped out between pants, trying to push him away with shaking hands as each wave of pleasure overcame me.

But instead of stopping, Bast chuckled darkly and pushed two fingers inside of me. I cried out, my hips bucking upwards involuntarily to meet his thrusts. He began to lick at my clit again, making my whole body shake and shudder with delight.

I could feel myself nearing the edge; a bout of pleasure so intense that I knew it would break me.

Bast didn't ease up. His movements became more determined, his tongue unrelenting. The pleasure was overwhelming, a blinding force that consumed me whole. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. I could only feel.

"Come for me, Paige." His voice was a dark rumble against my sensitive skin.

Bast drove two fingers deep inside me and sucked hard on my clit. My world shattered into fragments of hot, blinding bliss. I screamed out, my fingers twisting through his hair pulling him against me as waves of pleasure washed over me, each one more intense than the last. My body jerked beneath him violently, my hips bucking against his mouth as he drank me in like a man starved.

Finally, after what felt like hours later, the waves subsided. Bast pulled away from me slowly, his eyes dark and intense as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Good girl," he murmured before climbing to his feet. "I knew you had it in you."

I couldn't speak, couldn’t think. I felt numb as his arms came around me, lifting me and carrying me across to the bed. He laid me down gently, then disappeared. I lay there, still trying to catch my breath. Bast reappeared at my side, and I felt the soft warmth of a damp cloth between my legs. I let him clean me up, knowing I was too far gone to even try to do it myself. When I was clean and dry, he lifted the heavy covers over me. For a moment I thought he might kiss me, but instead he looked down at me with those unfathomable dark eyes.

"Say yes, Paige. Say you'll be ours. Say you'll be mine."

Sleep drifted over me, but I could hear the yearning in his voice. Had anyone ever wanted me so much? I didn't think so.

"I'll think about it," I murmured.

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