Page 68 of Deadmen's Captive

“Say it, Paige.”

“I need to come again,” I said, shame turning my cheeks pink. “Please Bast, make me come again.”

“Good girl,” he said. “Such a good little slut asking for permission.”

I felt myself blush even more at his words, but somehow they only made me feel prouder, stronger. They were dirty and wrong, but they made the heat inside of me burn brighter. His tongue returned to my core with renewed vigour, tracing over my sensitive flesh as I continued to stroke my clit under his watchful gaze.

My body reacted violently, bucking in time with his motions despite his previous command for me to stay still. I gripped the sheets beneath me tightly in an attempt to anchor myself as he pushed me closer and closer towards the edge. My vision started to blur and my mind grew fuzzy as that telltale coil in my belly tightened once again.

"Bast," I whimpered, desperately needing release but fighting against it all the same. He ignored my plea this time, instead opting to quicken his pace. The sound of his tongue lapping up my juices and our heavy breathing filled the room.

I felt a finger join his tongue, curling inside of me and brushing against a spot that made white-hot pleasure course through my veins. "Bast!" I cried out, my back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over me. My body convulsed around his finger and tongue as he coaxed every drop of pleasure out of me.

He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them upwards until they found that sweet spot within. I screamed as pleasure washed over me; it was too much, too intense. He didn’t stop though, continuing to lick and suck at my clit while pumping his fingers inside me.

I writhed and moaned uncontrollably beneath him, feeling another orgasm start to crest. "Bast—" I gasped. “I'm going to come again.”

He pulled away, getting to his feet, standing between my legs and looking down at me. I gazed up at him, watching fascinated as his hand moved up and down on his cock.

“Keep touching yourself, Paige,” he ordered, his voice rough. “I want to see you come again.”

I did as he asked, my eyes on his hand as he rubbed his cock faster. God that was so fucking hot, seeing his hand slide up and down his length like that. I remembered the feel of his dick sliding into my mouth, and suddenly wanted to taste him again.

“Fuck Paige, you are so hot,” he groaned. “I’m going to come all over you, little whore.”

“Yes…” I gasped, my own release creeping closer.

"Watch me," he commanded, his hand moving faster. I did, my eyes glued to the sight of him pleasuring himself. Something about it was so raw, so erotic that it only served to fuel my own desire.

My fingers moved faster on my clit, the pressure building to a boiling point.

"Look at you," Bast murmured, his voice thick with lust. "So wet for me, Paige. So desperate to come."

I could only moan in response, my mind consumed by the pleasure he was giving me. My hips bucked involuntarily against my hand as the familiar coil tightened within me once more.

“Fuck,” I cried out, and with a groan, Bast came, hot spurts of cum landing on my belly and breasts, dripping down between my legs to mix with my own release. It was dirty and sinful and I loved every second of it. Seeing him come undone like that... for me, it was the final push I needed.

"Bast!" I screamed as another orgasm tore through me. My body shook with the force of my climax, and Bast watched me fall apart once again. I collapsed against my bed, fighting for breath, as the tremors subsided. I felt a warm, damp cloth move over my skin, and I laid there quietly as Bast cleaned us both up.

He had already tidied himself up, and I felt strangely vulnerable as I lay there naked, with him fully clothed.

“I need to go and check on Tristan,” Bast said, and my heart sank a little. He was just going to leave? After everything?

“Of course,” I said, trying not to let my voice waver. I mustn’t have done a good job though, because he sighed. He reached for a blanket at the end of the bed, and draped it over me.

“Paige, this is just… you know it’s only for this year, don’t you? Once the school year is over, the contract is complete and that’s it. It’s an arrangement, nothing more.”

“I know,” I said, though my throat felt tight.

“Good. Let’s not let it get complicated.” He smiled down at me, though it didn’t quite reach those impassive dark eyes of his.

“The second trial is tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at eight. You can get changed at the clubhouse and we’ll probably spend the night there too. Everything you need will be provided, so you won’t need to bring anything.”

I nodded. “Ok.”

“Ok.” He hesitated as if he was going to say something else, but then turned and walked out, closing the door quietly behind him.

Suddenly the room felt very quiet. Not wanting to deal with any thoughts that would probably start racing through my mind, I got up and put on some music, turning it up loud. It occurred to me that the people on either side of my room had probably heard everything, and I felt my face heat at the thought. Though considering tomorrow night I was actually planning to perform some sexual act in front of about sixty students, I guess I should get used to the idea of people hearing me come. I should have asked Bast what we were doing tomorrow night.

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