Page 50 of Vile Boys

Crystal

I can’t believe it.

Caleb is actually licking me.

And not just that … Something hard and metallic rolls against my slit, and it’s driving me insane to the point that I can’t stop the moans from spilling out, even if I wanted to.

Is that … a barbell in his tongue?

He flicks it around my clit, and I’m instantly sensitized to the point where I feel like I can’t breathe. I’ve never felt anything like it before. It’s out of this world amazing, yet …

Caleb looks at me from underneath those thick eyelashes, hazel eyes brimming with the type of arrogance that would make any girl want to shove their boot in his face.

He knows exactly what he’s doing.

He’s trying to get me to surrender.

To call him out as the winner of this game I didn’t know I was playing until it was too late to back away.

Shit.

I jerk the chain and the fabric around my wrists, but it’s too tight, and I can’t get it to loosen. I’m stuck in a weird position and half-naked, completely at his mercy.

But damn, it feels so good. The way he rolls his tongue around my slit and gently flicks the tip along my nub has me writhing with pleasure in these binds.

Who would do this to another person?

And what is happening to me?

“You like what I’m doing, don’t you, little slut?” he groans, lapping me up. “Think hard about lying to me because I will punish you.”

Fine, then I won’t answer at all.

“If you let me go, I’ll give you the truth,” I say.

“Good try, but no,” he murmurs against my skin. “You haven’t learned your lesson yet, so let me make it very clear to you.” His tongue rolls around my slit, and I can’t help but bite my lip in response to the way his barbell touches my nub. But then he bites into me.

I swallow down a shriek to prevent my mother from coming up the stairs to check.

“What is wrong with you?!” I hiss. “You bit me.”

“Do you even have to ask?” he says.

His tongue slowly circles over the painful bite mark he left. “Don’t worry, I didn’t make you bleed. But this pussy has got to learn not to stick its nose into other people’s business.”

“I didn’t do anything! I was just there, just like everyone else,” I reply.

But I’m so confused by the way he laps me up, coyly rubbing over my nub with that barbell that I can’t even remember what I just said. Or what he just said.

“You followed us. Multiple times. Admit it.”

When he flicks back and forth, I almost lose it. My wrists strain against the fabric and metal, trying to resist, but it’s hard.

“Answer me, Crystal, or I will punish you again,” he says.

“It was an accident,” I grit.

He nips at my clit again, and I jolt around in the restraints.

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