Page 32 of Violent Cravings

“Look at that,” he whispers, breaking our kiss. “Does this make my doll excited? Modeling for her master?”

I don’t know how to reply to this, so just answer with a blank stare, the embarrassment apparent on my flushed face.

“You did so well, I think you deserve a little treat, don’t you?” he asks, fleetingly kissing the corner of my mouth.

“Mmhmm,” I utter, unable to come up with something more eloquent.

He chuckles, and before I know it, he scoops me up into his strong muscled arms and carries me over to the bed. No one has carried me like this since I was a child, and I’m surprised how it makes me feel.

Small. Light like a feather. Desired.

I gasp in surprise when he tosses me on top of the bed, my arms awkwardly flinging up in the air as I try to cushion my fall on to the dark silk sheet. He’s consumed with wild passion and lust now, no longer interested in keeping distance between us.

He’s hovering over me and caging me in with his arms at my sides, his full weight borne on his palms. He presses his lips onto mine once again, claiming a passionate kiss while his hands travel down to my center. I have no time to protest before he rips the thong away from my body in one strong, swift motion.

I have no time to commiserate the loss of the lacy item, because he’s lodged between my legs within moments, parting my thighs wide before forcing his lips to leave mine to travel farther south. He forces my legs as far apart as they’ll go, exposing my entrance to his dark, hungry eyes, and I shut mine in shame. I can feel his hot breath making contact with the slick wetness in my center, wanting him to come closer and move away at the same time.

A hoarse gasp escapes my lips when I feel his tongue licking my labia, gently sliding along one side from the top down to my opening, before he moves back up the other side. He repeats the same tantalizing circles a few times, fueling me with agonizing desire, as he torments me by coming close yet remaining so far away from my sensitive nub.

I arch my back, coaxing him to come closer, to finally touch me where I really need him. He greets my eagerness with an approving hum and places one hand on my lower abdomen, right on top of my mound, while teasing my entrance with the fingers of his other hand. A bolt of shock travels along my spine at the thought of losing my virginity on his thick fingers. Is that even possible? How can I not know the answer to that?

My delirious thoughts are interrupted when his tongue finally lands on my swollen clit. The sensation is so intense that it almost sends me over the edge.

“You’re not allowed to come yet,” he warns, as if reading my mind and replying to my unspoken thoughts.

I cast him a bewildered look. “Huh?”

“Don’t come,” he clarifies, looking up at me through darkened, narrowed eyes. “Not unless I give you permission.”

Before I can say anything else, he goes back down on me, causing me to melt into a puddle of liquid lust, as his skilled tongue lashes at my tense nerve endings, sending rushing bolts of pleasure through me with every touch.

I groan with relish, squirming and writhing beneath him, so desperate to come that it’s borderline painful. There’s not enough sense left in me to worry about his finger as he slides it inside of me. He doesn’t move very far, stopping his intrusion halfway in, and then he pulls his finger back out, concentrating on my pearl instead. He sucks on it, applying so much pressure that it almost hurts, but the sense of pleasure is stronger, so much stronger.

“No!” I yelp. “No, not… I’m gonna co –”

“No, you’re not,” he interrupts. “You’re not coming, because you’re not allowed to come yet, doll. Understand?”

My reply is nothing but a desperate moan, as he continues playing with my clit, alternating between licking and sucking it, his tongue drawing close, tight circles around it.

I’m overcome with violent flashes of powerful elation, threatening to take me over the edge any moment. I’m torn between wanting to go there, and drawing away to prevent myself from having an orgasm that he’s not permitting me to have yet.

I start whimpering as if I‘m in pain. I‘m overcome with lust, and my mind is dazed and incapable of fighting it any longer.

I can’t do this any longer. I can’t wait another second.

A frantic moan flees from my grimaced mouth as I’m overpowered by the strongest climax I’ve ever had, thrashing and crying while he’s holding me in place with his hand pressed down on my center.

Much to my sorrow, he withdraws his lips from my clenching core, watching me pulsate through my release, while he visibly shakes his head in disappointment. Our eyes meet, and the look on his face terrifies me.

“Bad girl,” he hisses. “Very, very bad girl.”

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