Page 50 of The Puppetmaster

I jump up in surprise when I feel his hand between my legs.

“Don’t move,” he warns as he begins fondling me.

I can feel it. I don’t understand it, but I can feel that I’m wet beyond belief–and his touch, albeit gentle, feels a thousand times stronger than it did earlier. He barely grazes along my clit while carefully parting my lips, and it feels so unbelievably good that I lean into his touch, hollowing my back and releasing a deep and needy groan.

He chuckles behind me, softly patting my labia before he his hand retreats, which I greet with a disappointed mewl. Just a moment later, I can feel something else pushing against my core, something new, something foreign. It’s not his hand, that’s for sure.

“Don’t you dare move away,” he warns me. “You’ll come for me now, puppet.”

Before I can even think of a response to that, I’m rattled by a vicious tremor right on top of my clit. Oh my God, it’s a vibrator, and a strong one at that. The sensation is almost too much for me at first, but I fight the urge to flee from it and try to listen to him like I did before. He told me to let go, and once I did, I was floating on the most rewarding high I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.

He told me to come, so I do. My climax hits me with such violence that I almost pass out from it. My entire body is tensing in fierce spasms, and in response, he only presses the vibrator against my clit with even more force. I’m shaking my head, already overly sensitive from a peak that was as rigid as it was gratifying. The waves of delight are receding, but he is not.

I’m twitching, fighting to obey his demand while wanting nothing more than for this to end.

“Stop!” I scream at him.

But he does the opposite and only pushes me further, now holding me in place with his other hand. Hot agony travels through my behind when he places his hand there, pressing against my tortured skin while the vibrations of the toy turn me into a fluttering maniac. My eyes roll all the way back into my head when torment turns into carnal ecstasy.

“There you go,” his muffled voice comments when I reach yet another peak. This one isn’t quite as loud of an attack as the one before, but it still hits me with cruel frenzy. My eyelids flutter uncontrollably, as does my entire body. Saliva blends with the tears running down my cheeks, and I begin to drool.

“P-P-Please...”

My plea is cut short by another assault, another shockwave, another jerk that robs me of my senses and sends me into a delirious rhapsody. The relish is curling deep inside my core, tearing me apart while my rapacious body wins over my confining mind.

There’s a part of me that’s still begging for him to stop, but the words never leave my lips, and the thoughts are soon cast aside when another luscious invasion charges at me, taking another piece of my mind.

I’m lost, floating, forgetting—desperately gasping for air while this carnal pleasure eats me alive.

And I don’t want it to ever end.

Chapter 31

Raad

She’s a shuddering mess by the time I’m done with her, collapsing onto the mattress like a rag doll when I loosen the rope from the bedposts. I watch as she turns on her side, curling up into a fetal position as she weeps freely into the pillows.

I give her a few moments to come down from her high and adjust her breathing, using the time to undress myself. She doesn’t notice at first because she’s too preoccupied with her own turmoil, but by the time I step out of my pants and stand before her wearing nothing but my boxer briefs, her teared-up eyes trail up to meet mine. Her gaze is still fogged and her mind and body still trapped in the afterthought of subspace.

Good, very good.

But if she’s looking for aftercare right now, she came to the wrong man.

“You’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?”

It’s not as much a question as it is a statement, but she nods right away, willingly, eager to do whatever I ask of her.

But I don’t ask, I take.

Grabbing her by the shoulders, I turn her on her back and drag her across the mattress until her head reaches the edge. She understands what’s about to happen and scoots herself closer, already opening her mouth without me having to say a word to her.

I groan with approval, the sight of it causing my hard cock to twitch with impatient longing when I pull my briefs down and free it right above Alena’s face.

She hungrily wraps her lips around my tip before I have to tell her to, eagerly sucking along my length as if she’s appeasing a long-lasting thirst.

“Good girl,” I praise as I reach for her strings, pulling at them so she moves her hands up above her head with my legs in between. I could tell that she was just about to wrap her dainty fingers around my cock and take control of a situation that wasn’t hers to control. Not when I’m fucking her throat.

She gags on my length when I thrust my hips forward until the tip of my cock presses against the back of her throat. I can feel her resistance, coughing heavily when I pull out to let her breathe for a second before I push back in. This time, I don’t stop when I feel resistance, but keep pushing until her arms fly up, pulling at the strings as I hold them back.

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