Page 103 of Dare To Break

Her breasts move with her quick breaths, but she does as I say. “I’m taking some photographs of you. You can look at them later. You’re spread out like a willing sacrifice.” I lower my head and brush my lips over her hip. She jumps. “And I’m the monster you’ve summoned to feast on you.” I let out a heated breath and press a kiss to the cotton of her panties.

Her breath hitches. I hook my fingers into the elastic and slowly drag it down. “I’m going to take your panties off now. Red or green, Kitten?”

“Gr-green.”

“Lift your ass.” I pull them down her legs slowly, stepping back so I can crouch and free them. They drop to the ground.

My hands stroke over her thighs down to her knees, and I push her legs further apart. “Stay just like that.” I take five photographs, careful to keep her face out of them. I avoid thinking about why I protect her identity, and instead focus on the way her tits are spilling out of her bra, the way her fingers are curled into loose fists, and the way her pussy is soaking wet.

“How do you feel, Kitten, knowing that I’m looking at you? Does it feel good displaying yourself like this? Does it make you feel like a good girl?”

Pink darkens her cheeks, but she doesn’t answer me. I walk around the coffin, stop beside her head and lean forward to rest my lips against her ear. “How many good girls do you know who get their pussy out in a cemetery and beg to be licked until they come?” I whisper. “Take off your bra.”

“I n-need to sit up to do it.”

“Sit up, then, but don’t close your legs. I want your pussy on show at all times tonight. Keep them wide. Give old Lord Churchill something nice to dream about. This is probably the most action he’s seen in centuries.”

I move to where I’ve stowed my bag and crouch while she divests herself of the last remaining item of clothing and take out a pair of scissors. When I turn back, she’s completely naked.

“Put your hands behind your back. Keep those legs open.” I snap another photograph. “Good girl. Onto your back again now.” I step between her legs and run the scissors over her stomach.

“Wait. What’s that?” Fear tenses her muscles.

“You’re a little late being scared. You’ve finger-fucked yourself for me, sent me photographs of your pussy, and you’re spread out like a banquet in the middle of the night waiting for me to feast on you. And now you’re scared I might kill you?” I stroke a finger over her pussy. “Don’t be scared, Kitten. I just want to get rid of some of this.” I tug on the hair between her legs. “I don’t mind a little fur, but …” I snip away the curl I’m holding, then another and another until the hair between her legs is neatly trimmed. Setting the scissors to one side, I spread her open and pat her clit with two fingers. She jolts backward. “Now then … What did you say he did? Licked you five times?”

“Y-yes.”

I peel my ski mask up over my mouth and nose, then lower my head. The first swipe of my tongue drags a sharp gasp out of her.

“That’s one.” I lick her again, avoiding her clit. “That’s two.” My third lick ends with my tongue dipping inside her, and her hips rise. “How many is that, Kitten?”

“Th-three?”

Lick number four sweeps over her clit and she hisses.

“Count.”

“Four!”

I lift my head, looking up her body. Her nipples are hard, her teeth are biting into her bottom lip. I smile. “Ready?” I press my lips to her pussy and suck her clit into my mouth. Her long-drawn-out moan as I flick over it with the tip of my tongue heats my blood, but I force myself to step away, and wipe my mouth. “There you go. You can go back to your dorm now.”

“Wh-what?”

“That’s what you wanted. You said you wanted me to lick you five times between the legs. We both counted. That’s what you got.”

My dick is screaming at me, demanding to know what the fuck I am playing at. But this is my game and my rules, and if she thinks she is going to make me jealous by having her boyfriend make her come and then expect me to compete … Well, now she knows better.

I grab my bag and slip out of the tomb. When I’m safely back in the tunnel I drop her a text.

Me: Next time you want to play, don’t come to me after someone else’s tongue has been on your body.

Chapter 67

Arabella

Yanking the blindfold off my face, I scramble off the coffin. Tears of humiliation sting my eyes, spilling free to run down my cheeks. I shiver, find my bra and panties and put them on with trembling hands. Throat aching, I sob as I gather the rest of my clothes.

I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have come here. Now he has pictures of me naked. Oh god, did they include my face? I must be a masochist. A stupid masochist!

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