Page 55 of All Hallows Game

“Are you talking to me or my pussy?” I asked, feeling better than I’d felt in days, weeks. I actually felt good. I’d forgotten what this felt like.

“Both,” he said firmly. “How are your wrists?”

“Achy,” I admitted.

Tor kissed my clit again and rose up my body, untying the knots holding my wrists to the headboard. When I was free, he massaged the red marks in my skin, pressing a kiss to each wrist.

“What about my ankles?” I asked when he released my wrists and settled between my legs again, a kiss feathering over my clit.

“What about them?” he asked, flicking a sharp, amused look up at me. “I still need you trapped at my mercy. I can’t have you escaping when it gets too much, can I?”

A shiver of foreboding went down my body. I let fear bleed into my eyes and Tor’s smile widened.

“Good, you should be afraid. I promised to crack this beautiful body apart, and I’ve yet to see what lives inside you. I think,” he said with a slow smile, “it’s every bit as twisted as the monster that lives in me.”

I whispered a curse when he lifted the wand, letting me see its path, as slow as a threat.

“I want to hear your moans and screams. Don’t hold a single one back from me.”

A howl parted my lips when the wand met my pussy, vibrations shivering through too-sensitive skin, making its slow way to my clit where it would destroy me.

“Please,” I blurted, tension gripping me at that slow, slow glide. “Don’t.”

Tor laughed and pressed the wand to my clit, and my voice echoed off the ceiling when he turned the setting up—and up.

“I can’t, I can’t,” I chanted, breathing faster, throwing my head from side to side, my hands snapping down to grab Tor’s shoulders to ground myself. I couldn’t, but oh god, I wanted to.

“You’ll come, or you’ll find out what happens when you displease me,” he threatened, making everything tighten deliciously inside me. My hips jerked. He waited until I couldn’t help it, until the wand ripped another climax from me, and then slid two fingers inside, scissoring until I moaned loudly, absolutely ruined by pleasure. It hurt, my over-sensitised nerves sending stabs of warning to my brain. With my hands free, I could have ripped the wand off my clit, but I just dug my fingernails into Tor’s shoulder, pulling at his shirt.

“Please, please…”

“Can’t take my shirt off while I stretch you out, beautiful,” he said, not sounding apologetic at all. He added a third finger and I panted, my boobs bouncing as I breathed heavily, the chain from the clamp on my right nipple dancing. The prospect of having him inside me made me flutter around his fingers, drenching them in arousal. I needed to be full of more than just his fingers; I ached for it, craved it.

I rolled my hips in stuttering circles, meeting his slow thrusts as they quickened in pace.

“Look at you, fucking yourself on my fingers like a desperate little whore.”

I swore my heart stopped when he removed the wand and leaned forward, scraping his teeth over my clit. I couldn’t control my moaning, the sounds filling the room as his fingers fucked in and out of me with wet, squelching sounds that would have made my face burn if I wasn’t so far gone, mindlessly chasing another orgasm.

Hairs stood on the back of my neck when Tor shoved my hips flat to the bed. “Too bad you’re not in charge. Lay there and take it, take all my torment, and pretend you don’t love this.”

I shook my head, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip.

“No?” Tor laughed, moving his fingers faster, curling the tips until he caught that place that made me electric and cold and on fire all at once. “Alright,” he agreed with a smirk. “If you don’t love this, don’t come. Easy, right?”

I squirmed, a whine in my chest.

“All you have to do is not come.” His teeth scraped my clit again, this time on two sides, his fingers fucking me roughly.

I came so hard I expected my body to explode.

“Aw,” Tor said with mock sympathy, fingers still inside me. “You couldn’t help it, could you, my sick little slut? You love the way I use you, no matter what you might say. This cunt doesn’t lie. And look, you soaked me again.”

I blinked my eyes into focus, my hips jerking as he licked a droplet from his bottom lip.

“If you hate this, why did you squirt all over me? Hm?”

I swallowed, shaking my head.

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