Page 7 of The Vicious Defender

"Yes, Master," I say.

He slides a finger into my panties, brushing his thumb against my clit. I gasp, arching my back, but the restraints won't let me move.

"Don't hold back," he murmurs, pushing the panties down. "You'll regret it if you do."

"What are you going to do?" I ask.

"This."

He spreads my legs wider and dives down, his tongue lapping at my pussy. I'm wet, dripping. And not just because I'm bleeding.

Xavier's fingers spread my pussy wide, and his tongue flicks against my clit. I groan, the sounds leaving my lips almost inhuman.

"Please," I cry out.

"Not yet, angel," he growls.

His tongue is hot, insistent. It keeps teasing my sensitive clit, licking, and lapping at me, but it's not enough. I need more. I need to come.

"Master, please," I beg.

"Soon," he promises, his words vibrating against my pussy. "Soon, angel. Be patient."

"I can't."

"You can," he smirks. "And you will."

I groan, the sensations overwhelming me. The pleasure is too much, the blood flowing from my pussy only making it more intense. I cry out as his tongue laps at me.

"You taste like heaven," he growls.

His tongue thrusts inside me and I moan. It's too much. It's not enough. My hands fist in the sheets, and I arch my back, desperate to find some release.

"Oh, God," I breathe.

Xavier's thumb rubs circles around my clit, and he groans against my pussy, the vibrations driving me crazy.

"Fuck," I curse, and Xavier smacks my thigh, hard.

"Language," he scolds.

"I'm sorry."

He continues working me with his tongue, and his finger dips down, circling my ass.

"No," I pant.

"Relax," he orders. "You can take it."

His tongue dives back into my pussy and I cry out, the sensations almost too much. I'm panting, begging, and pleading, and still, he keeps working me.

"Oh, fuck," I breathe.

"Good girl," Xavier murmurs. "Let me hear you, angel. Let me hear how much you want it."

His finger slips inside my asshole, and he begins to work me, his tongue still lapping at my clit. The sensations are overwhelming. It feels so wrong, and so dirty.

"Fuck, Xavier," I pant.

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