Page 72 of KAI Tortured

“Make love to me, Orion,” I whisper, my throat thick with anticipation.

He glides his wet thumb down and over my left breast, softly touching my skin but deliberately skipping past my pebbled nipple. He does the same with my right breast and by now, fuck, my back is arched so hard it hurts.

Fuck this. In my head I’m thinking of twenty things at the same time, and I can’t take this anymore; I take his hand and guide it to my breast.

“Touch me.” I take his other hand and place it on my other breast. “Don’t you want me?”

“Too much.”

“Then why–”

“What’s the rush, Maisy?” he whispers.

With his hands on my breasts, he starts kneading them gently; my hardened nipples rub against his palms, but they need more. I close my eyes and tilt my head sideways, extending my neck, hoping he’ll get the message. I smile when I feel his lips on my skin. Each little kiss feels like he strikes a match, causing it to spark and flame. I’m slowly drowning when I feel his fingers tangling in my hair and pulling my head toward him. I open my eyes again and when they meet his, I receive a sharp slap across my breast, followed by a tug, rousing me to sudden heights that are unknown to me. I clench my teeth and moan.

I’m not sure what just happened, but the flash burn inside my body is something I want more of.

There’s another slap across my other breast, followed by a long tug that makes me lose my mind even more.

“Hi,” he says darkly.

Everything slows down again. He hovers over my lips, waiting for me to part them, and when I do, he presses his against mine, delivering a slow, deliberate kiss.

He holds my body with his kiss, and guides me backward toward the dining room, a separate room with a long table that seats twelve people, surrounded by chic chairs. I’m reminded that I’m down to my panties and heels, while he’s barely lost any of his clothing yet. In one hand, he continues to cup my breast and knead it tenderly. Then he squeezes my nipple again, and tugs it until I moan in pain before he lets go.

I feel as if he’s fucking me already, but he’s only just touched me. I think I’m that desperate.

Having stopped at the table, he pushes some chairs away to gain access to it.

Then, he takes my hand and orders, “Lie down.”

I lie on my back on the table as he positions himself between my legs, and after adjusting his enormous bulge, he lifts them and places my heels on the edge of the table.

Immediately, he starts shimmying my panties off. But instead of casting them aside, he brings them to his face and inhales my scent so deeply, it almost makes me die from embarrassment. Fuck, how long has it been?

I inhale sharply, overwhelmed. “Y-You didn’t have to do that.”

“How could I not? You drive me crazy, darling.”

Having collected the bottle of whiskey and the glasses, Logan and Kai come in. Orion’s glass is placed next to me on the table.

“Right on time,” Orion smirks, then downs his drink in one, slams the glass back on the table, and slides it away from me.

I watch him go down between my legs, probably to see me trembling – did I mention it’s been a while?! I close my eyes, fully surrendering to the moment. I need this.

He hooks his hands under my thighs to spread them open, and after blowing on my pussy, he comes up.

“You are one horny girl, Maisy, aren’t you?”

I blink, and watch him admiring me, but I’m lost already, spread open like this. I’m hoping his face is going to find its way between my thighs, but instead, he quickly slaps my inner thigh, making me shudder. I regard him half with lust, half with shock when he smacks my other inner thigh, and then he startles me by pinching my folds together. Laughing darkly, he watches me writhing in a confused daze. I seek assurance from his black eyes, but they only draw me deeper inside his hedonistic world. His hand feels hot against my pussy but I need more, I need friction. A fucking lot more friction.

“Yeah, she is.” I barely hear Logan’s words; I’m so wound up in the sudden influx of desperation for Orion’s tongue. I moan in discontent.

“Do you think you can come for me, like this?” he asks me, feeling like he’s far away, but he must be close because his hand is holding my pussy closed and I don’t like it one bit.

Without a second more of waiting, I press my palms against the table for leverage and start rolling my hips upward against his hand, as hard as I can. It’s not long before my arousal seeps through; my pussy is becoming too slippery for him to hold and I use that, I’ll use anything to get him to let go, or to hold still until I get where I need to get, if only for a brief moment.

“Orion, I can’t anymore,” I breathe. “Please, fuck me.”

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