Page 7 of Darkest Fantasies

She tilts her head to the side. “Yeah? And what good thing has happened to you recently?” She asks, her cheeks turning that delectable shade of pink. She is adorable when she is trying to flirt.

You. You’re the best thing that has happened to me in a long time.I want to say, but I don’t. There will be a time for heart and flowers later on but it’s not right now.

“Grip the edge of the sink with your hand,” I order and she looks up at me with hesitation, but that only lasts a second before curiosity grips her, and she does what is told.

“Such a good girl you are, my little shadow,” I coo. She bites her bottom lip and tries to look away, but I don’t let her. I grip her jaw, tracing her pretty lips with my thumb. “Don’t you dare look away,” she gulps over the demand in my voice.

Reluctantly, I let her go, switching off the light and leaving us in darkness. The only light illuminating us is the red light from the exit sign above the door. The only sound in the room is of my boots stepping against the marble floor as I make my way back to her and her rapid breathing.

“Why did you turn off the lights?” She whispers as if speaking loud is going to break the alluring spell we’ve cast around each other and the room. There’s a hint of fear in her tone, but the desire overpowers her fear.

“When you lose one sense, all the other ones heighten,” I say, my voice smooth like silk.

I press my thumb to both of her lips, preventing her from saying anything else. Knowing damn well, she was going to say something. She grunts in frustration, and I can’t help but smirk at how well I know her. “Close your eyes, my shadow. Push aside all your worries, fears, and thoughts; focus only on this moment, focus only on how I’m making you feel.”

Her body tenses. “Relax. I’m not going to do anything that you’re not going to enjoy. Don’t you trust me?” She exhales a breath as if she is expelling all thoughts except for me and nods. “That’s my good girl. Now close your eyes.”

After her eyes are closed, I pull back my cloak, remove my mask, and take out my wand. “Open your mouth for me.” She opens her mouth, and I slip the thick part of my wand inside. I expect her to recoil, but she doesn’t; she does something that has my dick growing uncomfortably in my pants. She closes her lips against my wand and begins to suck. I grip her cheeks with my hand and index fingers. “Save that for my cock, shadow.”

She starts to protest when I take the wand out of her mouth, but her protest quickly turns to low moans as I trail my wand down her body, slip my hand between her thighs, massaging her clit over the thin fabric with the thick part of the wand.

“Please,” she begs.

“Please what?” I ask her as I put a little bit more pressure on my index finger. “More.”

“Who knew you could be such a needy little slut.”

“Please, I want more.” She bucks her hips forward, desperately seeking more friction. “You want more?”

“Yes,” she purrs. “More.”

I rub her sensitive clit, in slow circular motions. I tease her for a few minutes, enjoying her soft moans before I stop my movement and remove my hand.

“I said more, not for you to stop,” she groans.

I rest both of my hands on her thighs leaning forward enough that our noses are touching. Inches away from her mouth.

“Such.” I slowly inch my way up her thighs. “A needy, demanding,” When I reach the hem of her tights, I grab them and slowly lower them down. “Little slut you are.” Down to her ankles, removing her shoes, dropping them onto the floor with a thud, and then taking her stocking off entirely. The whole time, she remains still; her only movement is of her rapid rising and lowering chest.

After I take off my gloves and discard them, I nudge at her legs, spreading them apart, kneeling in front of her and tearing her underwear, throwing the torn fabric onto the floor, revealing her glistening pink pussy.

“You’re so fucking wet.” I groan, pushing my finger through her sensitive flesh, lightly tracing over her clit, making her squirm against my touch.

“Please, I’m begging you,” she pants, bucking her hips forward. I put her out of her misery and dip my finger inside of her.

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“Fuck,” I groan. Her pretty little cunt is so snug around me, gripping me tight. “Such a tight little cunt.” I breathe.She was worth the fucking wait. Her mouth pops open as I finger-fuckher. Thrust after thrust, adding another finger, stretching her open, seeing how well she can take it. Seeing how well she will be able to take me. Curling my now slippery fingers, I stroke her walls, searching for the spot that makes her come undone.

“Oh god.”

“God?” I mock. “There's no god here, just the devil collecting his prize.” I’ve been watching, waiting impatiently to make my move, and I can’t control myself anymore. I need to taste her. Gripping her legs, I place them on top of my shoulders. She breathes hard and fast once I press my lips against her inner thigh, inhaling the sweet, delicious scent of her arousal.

Every cell in every inch of my body awakens, my taste buds exploding in my mouth as I flick my tongue over her clit, tasting her. In a matter of seconds, I’ve become addicted to her. She has ruined everything for me.

“Yes,” she moans. “Fuck. Yes.” She thrashes against my face as I slide another finger inside her. I find just the right rhythm that brings her to life. That drives her wild. She grips my hair with her hand pressing my face deeper.Yes, baby. Tell me how you want it.

Her cries of pleasure encourage me to work harder, thrust my fingers deeper as her clit swells beneath my tongue. Her hands trembling from the force of the grip she has on my hair. Her back bows as she grinds her pussy against my mouth, bucking her hips, chasing that high that she so desperately seeks.

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