Page 13 of Marked for Redemption

“Zendaya!” He uttered a full, deep, prolonged cry for more. The pain of his need was so intense that my pussy wept for him. “You’re so good. Glorious, baby.”

Sucking him into my mouth, I slowly bobbed up and down, taking my time to bring him to his knees. Torturing him this way felt even better than the ways I have before. Redemption. He was sticky, leaking with excitement as I soothed the burning desire inside him. I cupped his sac, massaging them as I worked him over.

“Would the perfect woman want me to come in her mouth, or somewhere else?” He mumbled, more to himself than to me.

I slipped him free, plopping him out of my mouth before swallowing the mess he was making. He hadn’t even come yet. Looking up into his eyes, I answered the question by putting him back into my mouth and getting him back into the spot he was enjoying. I used my hand to twist and stroke the base of him, the other to massage his balls and the sensitive area just behind, and my mouth to suck and lick. He watched me as I showed him what it meant to be my male. I gave him me to have for tonight.

He wanted me raw and uncut. Needed me to heal the vulnerability inside him. My desire to please him in this way turned off rationality and put me here at his disposal. In the real world, he’d own me. Here, in his mind, I was his queen. I let that be the part that we played. The passion uncurled and lived right here in both worlds and we were feeling it pass between us, back and forth, an exchange of power.

When his breathing hiccupped, and the tides pushed him to the edge, I swallowed him, working him with my tongue. He came into my mouth and I struggled to get it all. What had escaped? I licked him clean from my hands and lips.

“Be a good girl and straddle my face. I need to taste you again before we fuck, baby.”

I slid up his body, but he stopped me when my breasts were at eye level. He sucked each nipple until it was pebbled. He nursed from them while rolling his beveled tongue against each beaded peak. Rough, almost like a kitten’s, he coerced them to signal my throbbing center. He pierced them, drawing blood. The pain mixed with pleasure as he drank.

“I won’t make it.” I moaned out. Everything tingled and buzzed, moving down to my core.

“That’s okay. You can handle more than one.”

I gripped his arms while grinding against his chest and stomach. I needed friction. He lapped and twirled, sucked, and nibbled, while I lost control of the pending orgasm and it washed over me hard and fast.

“Colton!” I pleaded. “More, please?”

On his face, he lost the need to linger. He moved with urgency. Desperation. He didn’t let me fall low. Instead, I rode the high from the previous release, quickly building up higher, faster. My heart raced, pounding in excitement as he flicked his tongue against that dangerous spot that was sending me headfirst into my pleasure.

“Yes! Yes! YES!” I screamed as I tumbled forward.

He growled out his gratitude as he rolled us over and slipped inside me. Holding my legs up, ruthlessly, he bucked. I screamed out every time he pushed deep into my core. The pain and pleasure tore me to pieces as he moved.

“You feel this shit. I’m… Oh, fuck!” Incoherent words slipped from his mouth.

I squirted around him, wetting the table, and us both. The ground felt slick as he pressed me into it. The sky… the ceiling… the mountains… the walls… I closed my eyes to focus on keeping the vision in his head together. Truthfully, the more he ruined me, the harder it became to keep up the ruse.

“I know this sounds crazy, but… fuck, this is nuts. I love you.” He sighed as if he couldn’t believe it himself. Then he mumbled, “What the fuck, Colton? Get your head together.”

No! I shook my head, trying to un-hear what he’d just said. Reaching up, I pulled his mouth to mine to make him shut up. It changed the angle, making a new set of problems, as pleasure spiked through my body. Already wonderful, this was indescribable.

“Mine.” He bucked. “Mine.” His eyes closed, he threw his head back and then dropped it to my neck, where he bit down.

I gasped as he drank, marked, and fucked me into oblivion. Fucking asshole, he’d wrecked me.

COLTON

Everything hurt all at once. My arms, legs, and neck protested as I moved. Something was cutting into my eyes. I pulled the material from my face and the lights almost blinded me.

“Fuck!” I tried to roll over to hide from them and hit the floor instead. “Aah!”

“Colton?” Zendaya looked down at me from whatever she was lying on.

Her dark hair framed her face beautifully, but her expression said that something was wrong. I blinked, trying to focus. Suddenly she was near me and I felt a poke in my arm. Looking down, I saw her withdraw the needle.

“What the…” I tried to stand, but my legs wouldn’t cooperate.

This had never happened before. Looking around the room, I’d never seen it before. Implements on the wall, torturous things. The leather table I’d been on was below hanging chains. I remembered being trussed up when I first arrived to be tortured. The smell matched the initial one I’d had. The only difference lies in the sex that perfumed the air. Otherwise, it was unmistakable. Sterile.

Slowly, the pieces came together. I turned to Zendaya. “You…”

But how?

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