Page 42 of Lost Petal

Chapter 24

Petal

The view of his size staggers me, making it impossible to move when he approaches, climbing back on top of me while stroking himself. Even his large hands don’t diminish his length, and I’m sure mine wouldn’t even close all the way around.

Not that I would like to try.

Not that I could.

I’m yanking at the rope that binds me. It’s an unconscious move, and I’m aware of its uselessness. His knots have been fastened with proficiency, telling of his experience. He must have done this before. He must have done a lot of these things before.

I’m not his first victim, for sure. And I hate that this realization evokes something else next to fright: jealousy. I’m jealous of the other women he’s done this with. I hate not being anyone special to him.

It’s fucked-up. I’m fucked-up.

“Please,” I utter, unsure what I’m even pleading for. To be let go? To be freed from this disturbing situation and the troubling feelings and thoughts that come with it?

He laughs darkly. “Please, huh? Please what, my dear Petal?”

The smirk on his face maddens me, and I bite my lower lip as I frown up at him. He’s kneeling on top of me, his legs placed right beneath my thighs and forcing them further apart. Even if I weren’t tied down to the bed, it would be hard to fight his intrusion, because he’s so much stronger than me. He keeps stroking his length right above my core, visibly amused by my ordeal.

An uncontrollable jerk shatters through my body when he leans forward, sliding along the side of my body with one hand while continuing to please himself with the other. His touch is electric, sending unwanted shivers through my core. He’s so gentle, yet so mean at the same time. I never granted him access to my body like this; he just took it. But still, he has yet to violate it in the way I expected him to.

I can’t suppress a moan when he cups my breast, kneading it gently at first. He increases pressure enough to turn the caress into painful bites, especially when he takes my nipple between two fingers, pinching it like he did before. I arch my back in spite of myself, giving him confirmation without wanting to.

“You’re so responsive, so deliciously sensitive,” he whispers. “Just perfect.”

I look at him with an expression of dazed anger, once again torn between feeling humiliating agony and disturbing arousal. His idea of a punishment confuses me, to say the least.

Is he going to make me come again? Is he going to fuck me this time? Will that be my punishment?

Would that even be a punishment?

My heart jolts in a blend of tension and positive excitement when he lets go of my boob to move downward, teasing my skin with a sensual prickling as he journeys along my pelvis, passing my mound and traveling further down to my trembling thigh. The allure of his touch is undeniable, and I can feel the effect of it throbbing through my core. Once again, my body betrays me, wetting my entrance to ready myself for an invasion that is unwanted. An invasion that should be unwanted. I never asked for this. I never consented to any of this.

Yet my body is squirming with tense need, battling my mind over whether I should try to fend him off or whether I should give in to the palpable bliss his caress brings.

He robs the decision from me by parting my exposed lips with his fingers, a sinister smile tugging at the corner of his mouth when he’s met with the wetness between my legs.

“I fucking knew it,” he breathes, not hesitating to let a finger slide inside me. “I never said that we’re doing this for you, Petal. Yet your pussy is drooling all over my hand. Again.”

He thrusts into me, now spreading me with two fingers while a third massages my swollen nub. I groan, closing my eyes in shame as my back arches and my hips tilt with it, inviting him in, asking for more when I never wanted to start this in the first place. The rope cuts into my wrists as uncontrollable spasms take over my lust-driven body.

“Oh no, you don’t get to hide!” he barks at me, withdrawing his hand from my core to slap me on the hip. I wince under the impact, even though the sting is less painful than it is ominous. When my eyes remain closed, he slaps me again, relocating to my boob. This one hurts enough to make me obey, and I tear my eyes open just in time to see the second slap coming to my other boob. I cry out in pain and hurry to seek his dark gaze. My eyes latch on to his, begging for him to stop hurting me and instead continue what he was doing before. If humiliating me by making me come in front of him while being this exposed is his idea of punishment, fine.

I’m ready for it.

I wait for his hand to wander back to my clit, continuing his painfully exhilarating massage while he spreads me with his fingers. Or maybe his tremendous length? He’s still stroking himself as drops of precum moisten the massive head of his cock, promising a world of pain and pleasure once he decides to fuck me.

The muscles at my core throb at the thought of it, preparing for an attack that doesn’t come.

He doesn’t touch me, nor does he lower himself to spread me with his size. I’m heaving beneath him, our eyes locked on to each other while he towers over me, his knees still spreading my thighs apart while he goes on to stroke himself more ferociously. My pulse accelerates in accordance with his motions, causing a sweet vertigo drenched with desire so strong that it almost makes me sick.

It takes me a moment to comprehend what’s happening when I see his eyes widen for a split second, before they roll back into his head. Warm and heavy droplets of cum dapple the area around my belly button all the way down to my mound, running dangerously close down between my slit. He throws his head back, his tight grip cramping around his still-throbbing length while the final waves of his climax pump out the last drips of thick cream while he groans as if in agony.

I watch the white liquid pooling in my belly button while my body moves, still driven by greedy desire, while he’s coming down from his high. I’m anxious as I wait for him to regain consciousness and return my questioning gaze. Envious fury blossoms inside my chest as I watch him float to the cloudy paradise I so desperately seek.

He will release me, right? He must.

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