Page 82 of Deadmen's Captive

"Look what an obedient little pet you've become," he whispered darkly into my ear.

The combination of Bast’s touch and the dark satisfaction of pleasing another man sent a shudder through me. I couldn't contain the whimper that slipped past my lips, even as I continued to suck Tristan. The taste of him, the touch of Bast behind me, and the sounds of pleasure around us stirred within me something wild and uncontrolled.

“Fuck, Persephone, I’m going to come. Take it all, baby… take it…fuck!”

With a final shudder and a strangled groan, he emptied himself in my mouth in thick spurts that I swallowed down without hesitation. Tristan collapsed back in his chair, panting as I pushed back against Bast’s hand as his finger circled my clit slowly.

“Good girl,” Bast said. “Now you have your reward. You’ve earned it.”

He pulled me to my feet, leading me back to his own throne. He sat down, and turned to face the crowd. “Now it’s your turn to watch them," he said.

He guided me back, spreading my legs wide across his own, keeping them apart and baring me to the room. My face flushed as the men in front of me fixed their eyes between my legs. Bast slid his hands up to cup my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples through my dressed and I gasped. His lips grazed my neck, then brushed over my ear as he murmured to me.

“Watch them, sweet Persephone. Watch how much they desire you. How hard you make them. Can you see how many of them are rubbing their cocks under the table, just at the sight of your wet pussy?”

“Yes,” I moaned, pushing my hips forward, needing the release he’d kept from me. I was shameless, and I didn’t care.

His hand made its way down my abdomen, fingers brushing lightly against the soft curls at the junction of my thighs. He parted me with a teasing touch, sliding one digit along my slit and I whimpered in response, hips bucking into his hand. The crowd watched as I writhed on his lap, lost in ecstasy.

"That's it," he coaxed, adding another finger and rhythmically stroking my sensitive bud. My eyes rolled back as a moan escaped my lips. Bast chuckled darkly, the vibrations rolling from his chest to mine.

"Look at them, Persephone," he murmured in my ear, his voice full of dark satisfaction. "They want you, but you’re all mine.”

"Yes," I breathed out, grinding down onto his fingers and begging for more. He obliged, thrusting them within me in a way that had me gripping onto his arm tightly.

"Such a greedy little thing," he commented huskily, sending hot spikes of arousal shooting through me. I felt the coil within me tighten even further as he continued to finger me shamelessly.

The gasps and groans from the crowd grew louder, their eyes fixated on us.

I watched in complete surrender as the men ogled me, their faces flushed with desire, hands roaming over their own bodies. Bast's hand moved faster now, fingers plunging in and out of me. His thumb found my sweet spot, sending bolts of pleasure radiating through me.

"Are you close?" He whispered in my ear.

"Yes," I whimpered.

"Good... Don't come until I tell you to." His voice was firm and commanding - the voice of a man used to being obeyed.

I nodded, swallowing hard. The room was filled with cheers and hollers as Bast worked me expertly, his fingers pushing deeper inside me.

Bast's other hand reached up to grip my hair again, pulling my head back so that he could whisper in my ear. "Remember what I said, Persephone," he hissed. "Not until I tell you to."

The combination of his words and his touch was too much for me to handle. My orgasm approached swiftly and dangerously close despite his orders.

"Please," I begged hoarsely, the pressure building up inside of me.

"Not yet," he denied sharply.

The tension within me coiled tighter with each passing second, each stroke of his fingers bringing me closer to the brink of ecstasy. Tears fell down my cheeks as I tried to avoid the inevitable. Bast’s movements became more determined, pressing harder, stroking faster until my entire body was trembling, on the brink of climax. My breath hitched as I felt the first waves begin to crash over me.

But just as quickly as it’d come, it was ripped away from me when Bast suddenly withdrew his fingers from inside of me. I whimpered in frustration, bucking my hips to meet the empty air where he’d been only moments before.

“Not yet,” Bast warned with a deadly whisper. His voice chilled me even as heat continued to pool between my legs. “You’re not done.”

My pleas fell on deaf ears as Bast continued to deny me my release. His touch was ruthless, relentless. He held me on the precipice, yet refused to let me fall into the sweet oblivion of ecstasy. The tension coiled within me threatened to explode, but I held back with sheer willpower, obeying his command.

The crowd watched us in rapt fascination, their lustful gazes almost tangible on my skin. A collective gasp echoed through the room as Bast's fingers returned to my aching core, tracing circles around my throbbing clit.

I whimpered, desperate for release. The sensation of his fingers against my delicate flesh was too much. I bucked against him, desperate for more contact, for something, anything to push me over the edge. But he remained cruelly indifferent to my desperate pleas.

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