“No what?”
“No, Sir.”
“Mmmm good girl.” I praise her, then attack her pussy as if it will be my last meal.
Closing my mouth over the whole thing, I part her lips with my tongue, wiggling it through her folds, finding her clit already hard and swollen. Quick flicks of the little bundle of nerves have her squirming under me, her hips lifting from the mattress and dropping back down. Sucks that pull her into my mouth make her pant, and when I bite down gently on that clit, she screams out, grabbing my hair and pulling hard.
Her fluids flood into my mouth and I swallow them down, sucking and swallowing, and repeating. The more I eat her, the more she produces, flooding it over my tongue and down into my gullet. It’s so sweet, like candy, and I can’t get enough of it.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” She hollers, her hips thrashing up, pressing her tightly to my forehead. Draping my arm over her lower belly, I hold her to the bed, keeping her in place as she tries to buck and wriggle away. “It’s too much.”
Ignoring her, I hold her tightly, sucking and nipping at her clit, forcing her to the edge, driving her to a climax that could shatter her into pieces.
“Cum all over my face.” I growl into her cunt, going faster and with more pressure, reveling in the mess she’s pouring out into my mouth.
“Hedeon!” She screams, her body falling apart as a large wave of her juices squirt out, spraying down my throat, almost choking me.
It’s divine, sucking her all down, drinking everything she gives me as she flails like something possessed, screaming at the top of her lungs. No one has ever screamed in pleasure down here. It’s always been cries of agony, pain, and fear that echo off these walls, and it’s fucking magical.
Chapter Nineteen
“You’re not yourself today. Care to tell me what’s going on?” Jack says, throwing his feet up on my desk, cocking his dark eyebrow at me.
“Just distracted is all.” I answer him sharply, keeping my eyes on the images of Lily and Magnolia on the screen in front of me.
I didn’t want to come to the office today, but there’s a meeting with investors that I just can’t avoid, and I do need to keep up appearances of normalcy. I can’t have people wondering where I’ve gotten to and start poking around. Having a woman captive in my basement is not really good for my image, even the fake one I personify daily.
“Seems like that’s been happening a lot for you lately. You’ve barely been here all week.”
“Yeah, I kind of liked working from home lately. It’s cozy, and I can do it in my underwear.” I joke with him, softening my features, giving him a fake little smile.
I’m annoyed. I want him out of my office so I can focus on my girls. Lily has been restless all morning, and if she continues to pace the way she is, she’s going to wear a rut in the cement with her chain, not to mention put pressure sores on her pretty little ankle again.
She’s been restless the past few days, not eating much unless I force her to, and not talking to me unless I demand she answer me. It’s like the light is fading from her eyes.
Maybe captivity is killing the wildness in her, like an animal in a zoo.
“Are you listening to me?” Jack says, waving his hand in front of my face, leaning over my laptop trying to sneak a peek at what has my attention.
“Huh? What? Hey asshole, leave it.” I snap at him, slamming the screen down before he sees the beautiful pet locked in my basement.
“You doing something I should know about?”
“Fuck you.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He snorts, and flops back in his chair across from me. “Just don’t go getting arrested or shit. WE need you here.”
“You could always just bail me out.” I say shrugging my shoulders, leaning back in my oversized chair, resting my hands behind my head.
“I have a feeling whatever you’re doing isn’t a bailable offense.” He laughs.
“Get out.”
“As you wish H. Meeting is at three, don’t be late.”
“When have I ever been late?” I ask sarcastically to his back as he strolls from my office, slamming the door behind him hard enough that the opaque glass rattles.
“Fucker.”