Page 51 of Deadmen's Captive

“Yes," I gasped, not sure if I could even speak anymore. His fingers moved faster, his grip tightened around my throat and he kissed me again, swallowing all my sounds. He pushed deeper into me, his thumb working over my swollen clit, his palm grinding against me. I whimpered at his touch, the heat building up inside me becoming too much to bear. "I'm going to... Bast..."

"That's it, Paige," he growled, his words sending chills down my spine. "Come for me."

My back arched as the wave crashed over me, pleasure overwhelming every sense.

I came hard around his fingers and a cry ripped from my throat as the orgasm rocked through me.

"Good girl," Bast murmured in my ear, his voice soothing me through the aftershock of pleasure. "So good and wet for me."

He pulled away, letting go of my throat, and I heard the zip of his trousers. Nerves spiked inside me, despite the aftermath of my climax. His cock stood erect in front of me, long and thick, and my eyes widened at the size of him. Bast saw my apprehension and laughed.

“If you’re intimidated by me, I’m going to really enjoy watching you take Nate.” He wrapped his fingers around his shaft, pumping it gently, moving around so he could see us both in the mirror. He reached down, sliding his other hand into my hair.

"Suck my cock," he commanded, his voice no longer a seductive whisper but a harsh demand. And so I took him into my mouth, taking as much of him as I could. The taste of him was strange but not unpleasant, musky and male. I gagged as he pushed a little too deep and he pulled away.

"Easy, Paige. Start slow." His fingers tightened in my hair, guiding me back to his length. The act, rough and degrading, was somehow even more arousing, and I took him in, swirling my tongue around his shaft, tasting him again.

He groaned, the sound echoing in the room. "That's it." His hips moved subtly as I bobbed my head, taking more of him with each stroke.

"Yes... Just like that," he moaned, his voice filled with desire and lust. "You're doing so good." His words spurred me on and I moved faster, sucking him deeper into my mouth.

Bast was breathing heavily now, his grip in my hair rough but not painful. He watched me through heavy lidded eyes as I worked him towards climax. The erotic sight reflected in the mirror was a far cry from the innocent girl who had walked into this club. Here I was, on my knees before him with his cock in my mouth; his beautiful slut. A blush coloured my cheeks as I felt myself growing wet again. My body betrayed me, craved for more of him. The thought excited me and I increased the pace further.

"You're doing well, Paige," he praised. “Use your teeth too, but gently...” His voice sounded strained, but it made a thrill run through me. He was losing himself nearly as much as I had. The power of that, the knowledge of it, was intoxicating. I sucked harder and he jerked. A low curse spilled from his lips. I breathed around him, experimenting with using my teeth gently as I moved upwards along his shaft. His grip tightened in my hair at that, hinting at a loss of control that thrilled me.

"Yes... such a good girl," he mumbled through gritted teeth. "Such a good slut for me.”

His words seemed to spark something within me, a desire to please him, to drive him to the edge just like he did to me. So I let my hands wander, stroking what my mouth didn't reach and massaging the balls below.

"Fuck!" he cursed again. His hips jerked involuntarily and seeing his control slipping was electrifying. I could bring this powerful man to his knees, push him to the edge. The taste of his arousal on my tongue was intoxicating, and it drove me to explore further. My free hand moved from his shaft to his thigh, squeezing the muscle there.

"Suck harder," he ordered, his voice shaky. He looked as if he was fighting for control, but the grip on my hair softened. I obeyed and took him deeper, my fist now moving in sync with my mouth's rhythm.

I swallowed as much of him as I could, loving the raw masculinity of it all. Never had I imagined myself to be this girl, down on her knees, pleasing a man like this. But in that moment, it felt right. It felt empowering. Every whimper, every moan Bast let out was my doing. He was at my mercy now and the thought thrilled me.

Bast’s hand tightened in my hair as I continued to suck him, a direct response to the pleasure I was giving him. “Christ, Paige,” he groaned out. The look in his eyes was one of pure lust and desire and I felt a warmth spread through me. Was this what it was to truly desire and be desired?

Suddenly Bast’s hand jerked in my hair and he withdrew from my mouth with a sharp intake of breath. His muscles strained, his chest rising and falling rapidly with exertion. “I’m going to…” he began. “Fuck, Paige, I’m going to come and you are going to swallow it all down like the little slut that you are, understand?”

I couldn’t answer, just continued as I was doing. He was watching us both in the mirror, and I watched too, captivated by the slide of his glistening shaft into my mouth. I looked up at his face, as I took him deeper. His gaze left the mirror, meeting my eyes and he groaned.

“God, you look so fucking innocent down there on your knees, Paige. Those wide eyes gazing up at me, like I’m fucking god himself.”

He brought his other hand to my head, and held me tight, taking control. I could barely move as he started to fuck my mouth hard, driving himself to the back of my throat. I fought not to gag as he thrust into me, and gasped for breath.

"Paige," he groaned, the sound raw with desire.

With one final thrust, he drove himself deep into my throat. I watched him through narrowed eyes as he succumbed to pleasure. He was magnificent; every muscle in his body taut with tension, his face twisted into an expression of sheer ecstasy.

He released into my mouth and I swallowed obediently, struck by the rawness of this act, how primal it felt. He slumped back against the reflective surface behind him, breathing heavily and staring at me with dark lust-filled eyes.

"That was..." he began but didn't finish as if words failed him. He simply stared at me as silence filled the room.

“Ok?” I asked, licking my lips for the last taste of him.

“Surprising,” he commented. “I thought you had no experience.”

“I don’t,” I blushed, looking down. His hand tightened in my hair and he dragged me up, and pushed me onto the vanity. The few bottles and ornaments on there crashed to the floor. Eyes on mine, he grabbed the waistband of the pyjama bottoms, and dragged them off my legs.

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