Page 52 of Their Trials

“Yes, Sir!” I gasped out as his lips wrapped around the other nipple and sucked it into his mouth, his fingers playing with the one he had just abandoned. He pinched one nipple while sucking on the other, then bit the peaked nub while rubbing the other one. The way he alternated pain and pleasure had me panting, always guessing at what he would do next and unable to relax fully into his touch. Still, my pleasure climbed steadily as I grew near to orgasm.

As if sensing how close I was, he pulled back, denying me my release. “Don't move,” he instructed, brooking no argument from me, even as I groaned in disappointment at the loss of his touch. I didn't want to do anything to stop him, so I remained silent, my eyes taking him in.

He ran a hand through his hair, eyeing me. “You have no idea what you do to me.” He reached into his pants and grabbed himself, pulling slightly. “I'm so fucking hard right now, and it's all because of you and those delectable noises you’re making.”

Fuck. Me. It was the only thought I could manage in my aroused state, my mind blown by his expert control over my body. I couldn't speak, my mind a puddle of desire, incoherent from one thought to the next.

He pulled his hand out and stripped his shirt off, giving me a glimpse of all those abs. I tugged at the wraps that had me completely secured, wanting to touch each divot and dip of those muscles that glistened with sweat.

“Fuck, Rhowyn. If you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to come,” he growled. My eyes jumped to his in shock at his admission. Once he had my eyes bound in his, I heard the sound of fabric hitting the floor, drawing my attention.

I moaned wantonly at the sight of him, his cock jutting out and dripping precum. Apparently, he went commando. I licked my lips, wanting to taste him, but I didn't dare move, afraid he wouldn't continue with this.

He took himself in his hand again, running it down his shaft before coming back up to the head and squeezing, milking another drop of precum from his tip. “Fuck me, Rhowyn.”

He closed the distance between us again, kissing me harshly, bruising my lips under his. My eyes drifted shut as I took him in, my tongue tangling with his, completely lost in the sensation of his consumption of me. I moaned into his mouth, biting his lip.

He groaned, pulling away and licking at the sore spot. “Such a good girl, standing there nice and pretty. However, now I have to punish you for that.” He rubbed his fingers over his lip, massaging it lightly.

His eyes danced in amusement as he dropped to his knees before me, lifting one of my thighs and placing it over his shoulder. He blew out a warm breath. “If you come, I won't put my cock inside you. I'll stop right then and there,” he threatened me.

I pushed my head back and thrust my hips out, daring him to do his worst. He chuckled, his hand smacking my ass. Hard. “That was for being cheeky. Now stand there, My Chosen, and let me have control.”

I moaned, “Yes, Sir.” My voice echoed in the room, no longer caring what happened or who heard us, as long as he stopped teasing me.

He slid a finger along my slit, toying with my folds. What is with these men and their teasing? Fuck. I needed to move but was able to restrain myself somehow. I felt like I would die if he stopped now.

His tongue darted out, circling my clit, moving in concentric circles which grew closer and closer to its target. When he finally sucked on my clit, I moaned loudly, “Fuck!”

I panted, trying to keep my knee from buckling underneath me, squeezing him with my other thigh, my heel digging into his broad shoulders. He laughed into my clit, vibrating it and causing me to moan again.

A finger slipped inside me, playing with me, only dipping in and out slightly as he continued his assault on my clit. I could feel myself building up, growing closer to that precipice, but I tried to hold back, not ready for him to stop, his threat still ringing in my mind.

I whimpered as he took some of my slick and slid it to the back, circling that sensitive spot, applying the slightest pressure. His mouth moved down, and his tongue darted inside me, fucking me as his finger dipped into my backside. I almost came from that, fighting the urge to just give in, losing the battle as I continued to climb higher, so close to falling over the edge.

He pulled back just as I was about to give in, smiling up at me wickedly, his mouth and chin wet with my arousal. He fisted himself again and squeezed the head as I watched him.

“You look so fucking breathtaking like this. What am I going to do with you?” I whimpered as he dropped my leg from his shoulder, and he stood, taking my mouth with his again, his chest pressing me back into the wall.

“Are you ready to feel me inside you, fucking you until you can't move?” he asked me with a growl, his muscles twitching as he held himself back.

“Yes, Sir! Please!” I begged, needing him more than anything else. My shame was nowhere to be found as I ached for his touch.

“That's a good girl,” he murmured, taking his cock in his hand again and aligning himself with me. As soon as he was lined up, he slammed into me. No easing into this, no stretching me to ensure that his massive dick didn't hurt me. Nope. He just slammed all the way home, as deep as he could go, before grabbing the backs of my thighs and lifting me off my feet. I was now balanced on my shoulders, my legs wrapped around his waist, taking him deeper inside me.

He paused, resting his forehead to mine. “Fuck, you feel so good, Rhowyn,” he groaned, holding himself completely still and breathing deeply.

He kissed me then, gently as if savoring me. I tasted myself on his lips, and I groaned, shifting my body. His hands clamped down on my hips, bruising in their strength. “You keep doing that, and I won't be able to finish what I've started. And I plan on finishing this, Rhowyn.”

“Yes, Sir,” I told him, holding his gaze with mine, falling into him. My heart ached at the emotions I found there. This was more than him just helping me, more than scratching an itch, more than being there for me.

I expected myself to panic at what I saw in his eyes as he held me in place, his cock still deep inside me, but I didn't. I trusted him completely, and I found that I was ready to fall over this precipice with him. To take what he was offering on every level. I wasn’t sure what the future would hold, but for now, I needed him. His steady presence kept me grounded, his firm but gentle guidance as he followed behind me, his heart offered up for me to take. I wanted it all.

“Take me, Sir,” I told him, calm in my acceptance and desire.

He slid out slowly with my words, holding my gaze as he teased my entrance with the head of his cock, before slamming into me. He pulled back slowly again, thrusting into me hard. My arms pulled and ached with the abuse, but the pain only added to my pleasure as we both climbed higher and higher together.

His pace became frenzied as his cock seemed to swell inside me, filling me up even more, each pump stroking my G-spot. He moved a hand down to circle my clit.

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