Page 52 of The Vicious Defender

"Xavier," I groan, pushing back to feel his hard length against me. "I can't wait anymore. I need your cock now."

His fingers brush through my hair, toying with it, pulling it. His teeth bite down on the shell of my ear.

"Then touch yourself," he orders. "Let me watch you play with that pretty little cunt. Make yourself cum."

"Yes, Master," I whimper, slipping my hand between my legs and feeling how wet and needy I am.

I'm about to dip a finger inside, but Xavier grabs my wrist and stops me with a dark grin. "No fingers."

"Then how..."

He smirks and pushes his foot between the bars. He's wearing lace-up, black leather boots. "Get on it."

I obey wordlessly, like the mindless toy he's turned me into.

"You'll fuck my boot," he whispers. "Until you cum."

"Yes, Master," I gasp.

I start to move my hips, slowly riding his shoe, and I can't stop moaning as his hands slip underneath my dress and play with my tits.

"Master," I whimper.

"That's it, angel," he whispers. "Polish my boots with your cunt. Get them nice and clean."

I cry out, and my knees go weak, but Xavier holds me up, forcing me to keep riding.

"You can take more," he orders. "Until I say stop."

"Yes, Master," I groan, grinding on his foot until the waves of pleasure take over and I lose track of time, lost in a sea of ecstasy.

Moans rip themselves from my lips, and I keep going.

"Please, can I come?"

"Not yet," he growls, his nails scraping against the skin of my nipple.

"It's too much," I moan. "I can't take it!"

"It's not enough," he laughs. "Edge for me instead. Do not come."

"Yes, Master," I gasp, the waves crashing over me, so hard, so intense. I can feel the orgasm building, and my whole body is tense, ready to snap.

"Don't come," he hisses.

I try, and I fail. I come, screaming his name, and it's like a bomb going off, exploding through me, tearing me apart, sending my brain into orbit.

"For fuck's sake," Xavier hisses, taking his foot away and letting me collapse against the bars. "You didn't listen."

"I'm sorry," I whimper.

"Oh, you will be," he promises.

***

My eyes flutter open. I'm no longer in the dungeons, and the sun is setting.

I sit up and stretch, glancing around. I'm back in my childhood bedroom. I have no idea how they forced me up here, or how I managed to fall asleep. My last memory is drinking some golden milk, then the dream.

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