Page 51 of A Debt of Darkness

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I’m begging. I’m actually begging. Like I’ve lost my goddamn mind and I’ve become an obedient pet. Oh my god. This is horrific. Mortifying. Disgusting. Arousing. I need to know what his fingers feel like in my mouth more than I need to breathe.

“Lick Master’s fingers clean.”

I’m not even thinking anymore. My head darts forward and I’m pressing my lips against his fingers. It’s sending my arousal through the roof and I’m not even tentative. I’m playing with him and he’s playing back, brushing his fingers against my lips and making me work for it.

I growl and suck his fingers into my mouth and a deep groan rolls off Henry’s chest. It pulses through me as the sticky, tangy syrup and the sensation of his fingers in my mouth drive me wild. I want more; I want deeper. I flick my eyes to meet his and Henry’s on the verge of losing his mind too. He’s biting his lip, holding back and straining against whatever’s sweeping through him as his fingers move further into my mouth.

“Soon, Master will feed you his cock and you can suck until he comes down that perfect throat of yours.”

It’s too much.

My hand dives between my legs and I rest my clit against my forearm, relieving the pressure driving me insane. I moan again and Henry grabs my hair, holding me as his fingers slide to the back of my mouth.

“Fuck, lea. You’re such a naughty little thing, playing with yourself without permission. Is it agony? Are you losing your goddamn mind at the thought of my cock in your mouth?”

I whimper and nod as his fingers move in and out of my mouth and the throbbing keeps time with his movements.

“You’re making Master so fucking hard it hurts, lea.” Henry groans and his hips move, making his erection impossible to miss. “I could fuck you now. I could bend you over this sofa and fuck you until you feel my cock in the back of your throat.”

My excitement’s building and I’m lost. Heat’s rising through me and I don’t care how disgustingly filthy his words are, they’re turning me on and I want more. I’m grinding against my hand and sucking his fingers, half hoping he’ll pull his cock out and let me try.

Fuck, this is new. It’s exciting too.

I shouldn’t want this, but I do and Henry’s as lost as I am, staring at me like he can’t stop watching.

“Suck all the mess you’ve made off my fingers,” he demands, and the deep tone of his voice does something to me. It’s a pulse of pleasure setting me alight and my fingers work harder, bringing me close to climax. I’ve always struggled, but he makes this so easy and I close my eyes, focusing on the feeling of Henry’s fingers as they play inside my mouth.

Henry pulls his fingers out of my mouth and yanks my arm up. It’s sharp and quick, and my orgasm collapses, leaving me aching and desperate. I stare at him, questioning what the hell’s going on and what the fuck I did wrong—and he smiles, releasing his grip and stroking my hair.

“You’re perfect, lea.”

“I don’t understand…”

He hums a quiet note of amusement and stops me dead. “I decide what you need and get. Bringing you to the edge of climax and withholding it will make your orgasm more intense.” I pout and he shakes his head. “When I allow it, lea.”

Henry pulls me onto his lap before I can protest and his lips claim mine. I’m startled and their softness is a surprise. He’s firm but gentle and my insides melt as we kiss and I settle. Perched on him like this is perfectly normal.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he praises as he pulls away. “Only for me. You’re mine, Ivy, and you only play with me.”

I nod, even though I’m puzzled. By more than what I’ve done. What we’ve done. My thoughts are spiraling and Henry’s words make no sense. He catches my confusion and one hand grips my hip while the other strokes his face.

“I made a promise and I’ll keep it. When you’re stronger.” His eyes shine bright blue, sincere and without a trace of deceit. “I have to go soon, lea. I don’t want to, but I need to take care of something.”

My head turns to the door before I can stop it and even though I snap it back quickly, I’ve silently screamed that I don’t want to be locked in here. Not again.

“I know, lea. This is for your own good.” His thumb drags down my center and my gaze pleads for him not to do this. “I must go, but I will send Ryan or Matt to keep you company. You can get to know them.”

I pull a face and Henry’s eyebrow does that thing again.

“Behave, Ivy.” His smile turns wicked. “You’ll see it’s worth it if you do.”

Henry pulls my head down and steals another kiss, groaning into my mouth before we part. He slides me onto thesofa and gets up, adjusting himself before he heads to the door.

“Did you want anything, lea?”

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