Page 80 of Dirty Little Saint

My skin tingles as I peel back the lips of my pussy. Felix licks his lips as he fixates on it. Val and Atlas’s eyes glow brighter than the candles. They watch me under Riot’s command with a brutality in their eyes that’s both hot and terrifying.

Riot stalks over. He tilts my chin up. “Lie back on the bed. And don’t you dare move your hands.”

Oh, fuck. I fucking love being at his mercy.

I lie back, my feet still on the ground, and hold my pussy open for them to focus on.

“Felix, come. She’s yours now too. Play with her,” Riot rasps.

He stalks over without hesitation. I gaze up at his dark eyes, full of desire and thirst. He’s beautiful—deep and tragic, like one of his poems. He’s also fragile, like a lit fuse.

My belly flutters when he kneels between my legs. He runs his hands over my thighs before pushing my fingers away and replacing them with his own. “You don’t know me.” He gently peels my pussy open. “You have no idea how deeply I’ve ached for you. All the nights I imagined touching you just like this.”

I quiver as he rolls his tongue up my slit slowly, moaning as he laps up my juices. “Felix… I want to know you.”

“I can show you.” He slides the rope out from the loops in his robe. He takes his time tying one end around my wrists. They’re snug but not hurting me until he pulls them over my head and wraps the rest of the rope around my neck to hold them in place behind me.

My stomach flips. I don’t dare squirm, or else I’ll choke myself out.

Felix stalks over to Atlas and removes his rope. “There’s freedom in restraint, Little Raven. To be truly in control is to surrender.”

A spasm ripples through my core as he pulls my legs together and wraps the rope around them from my hips all the way down to my ankles.

Valentin, mesmerized, tosses his rope to Felix. “Fuck, that’s beautiful.”

Felix smirks as he towers over me. “Like a bird in a cage… who’s too blind to see it’s been unlocked this whole time.”

My heart pounds in my chest as I watch him wrap the rope around my chest and over my shoulders, looping it around each breast before knotting it off around my belly. He tugs on each of them to make sure they’re tight.

I can’t move an inch. “What are you going to do to me, Felix?”

“Shhh, relax.” He slides his finger down my slit, and it’s pure torture. I can’t open my legs. Every time I squirm, the ropes get tighter.

Riot, Atlas, and Val nestle back against the couch to watch. And that feral streak in me springs to life. The act of being watched turns me on so much I can barely breathe. That they are going to watch him do filthy things to me.

He takes the fourth rope, the one from Riot’s robe, and wraps it around my face, forcing my lips to part around it. I shudder as I try not to choke on my own saliva when the taste of resin fills my mouth.

“The ropes are so delicate on their own. But give them a purpose, and they become unbreakable. Just like you,” Felix coos. He kneels naked on the bed next to me. “You have never known pleasure like this before.”

He rubs the tip of his cock against my nipple, stimulating every nerve in my body. A moan hangs in my throat as he does the same to the other one.

I feel like I’m caught between ecstasy and sheer terror, not knowing what this man will do to me next.

His pre cum leaks out, and he uses it to paint my lips. “I want to keep you like this all night.” He runs his fingers underneath the ropes that drape across my belly. “Would you let me do that, Little Raven? Let me play with you all night like this?”

Goosebumps spread across my skin. I whimper over the rope, desperate to swallow and yet strangely aroused that I can’t. I can’t nod my head without choking myself out. So I try to scream through the gag.

He drags the tip of his cock up and down my slit. “I’m going to fuck these pretty lips of yours.”

Oh, fuck. Another spasm rolls through me as he wedges his shaft in between my pussy lips and slides up and down, rubbing his veiny ridges against my tender flesh.

My eyes roll back as my clit shudders and releases multiple bursts of tingles. I cry out, practically begging for mercy with the ache in my voice.

Riot, Atlas, and Valentin join us on the bed. They chant softly, “Mors vincit omnia.”

“Yes,” Felix moans as his cum spurts out and drips down my slit. “This is a slow death. An end to things that no longer serve us. And death always wins.”

Riot and Valentin roll the tips of their cocks over my nipples, stroking themselves as they chase their release. Atlas loosens the rope around my face. But he doesn’t take it off. Instead, he raises it slightly so he can slide his cock inside my mouth.

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