Page 64 of Wicked Court

I gag, fresh tears running over old ones. I have no way to defend other than to bite down?—

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he rips his lips off my pussy and snarls. “I’ll turn the current up if you so much as graze me with a molar. You do as I say. And I say, deep throat me until you’re choking on my cum.”

Kaspian grips my jaw and yanks it wider, burrowing his dick deeper inside.

The smell of his musk fills my nostrils, an intoxicating mix of power and domination that makes me dizzy.

I gag on his cock as he thrusts it deeper into my throat, feeling it scrape along my tongue, and all I can think about is how much I crave more.

His hips pump in rhythm with his own perverse tune. The electric current from the clamps on my nipples zaps through me with every thrust that sends shock-waves of pleasure throughout my body.

I’m strangled by his cock, desperately trying to take as much of him as I can, to breathe, as he moves against me.

Every nerve ending is on fire as he devours me from both ends, leaving me unable to think or do anything except surrender, endure, survive, and fucking have multiple orgasms.

The head of his cock presses against the back of my throat again. I want to hold him there, to keep feeling that burning sensation, but I also need air.

Kaspian controls the pace, plundering my mouth while teasing my clit with his tongue.

My hips buck against nothing but air as he pumps into my throat harder, faster. My hands are tied above my head, rendering me helpless against wave after wave of rapture washes over me.

The room is stifling hot now, and Kaspian’s dark presence looms over me like an ominous bird of prey.

He seems to know just how to work my body, pushing me to multiple brinks without mercy. My pussy clenches around his probing tongue and I try hard to come right now.

What happens after this sweet torture, what will be next, I can’t predict, but I’m sure it will be even worse.

“Where is it?” he murmurs against my pussy, halting his assault.

The clamps immediately stop their buzzing.

I moan in disappointment so hard I almost cry. And not the sweet, sorrowful wails of loss. No, I’m going to ugly cry.

I was so close.

“Kaspian … please…”

“You know exactly what to say to make me continue, darling.” He brushes sticky, wet tendrils of hair from my face, his cock glistening, dripping with unspent cum. “Tell me what we want to hear, and I’ll give you your release. I’ll fucking make you convulse.”

“Hidden... in the library,” I sigh between ragged breaths, the secret spilling forth amidst the crescendo of my surrender. “Behind the portrait... of Lysandra Wraithwood.”

“Good girl,” he praises.

The pride in his tone is nearly my undoing.

Kaspian doesn’t take a moment to savor his triumph. He doesn’t hold his breath in shock or even smile.

It’s like he knew he was going to get it out of me. It was only a matter of time.

Kaspian steps back, savoring his power over me.

Then he pulls a small remote from his robe pocket and presses a button. The slab returns to its horizontal position and the clamps release, their hum filling the room as they retract.

I howl at the sudden lack of sensation, my body aching for more.

Was it a lie? Will I never find release? Am I about to be dropped off at my dorm, naked and wailing and begging for cock?

That is what they’ve reduced me to. I should feel shame, but all I want to do is mourn.

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