Page 74 of Beautiful Cruelty

And I feel a wild freedom that I’ve never felt before.

His breathing turns ragged and shallow as those storm-gray eyes drill into mine. I can feel his cock growing harder in my mouth.

He's close, I realize. I raise my hand up, and caress the heavy orbs of his balls, feeling them swelling with cum as tears of exertion cloud my eyes.

"Lacey…" he rasps. In response, I give his balls a gentle squeeze.

His fist tightens in my hair, sending delicious waves of pain prickling along my scalp. His rock-hard cock trembles and twitches in my mouth. Once. Twice.

And then he cums.

Hot, salty ropes rush past my lips, my teeth, and my tongue until they flood down my throat. I want to close my eyes but I don't dare to. Not without his permission. My vision blurs with tears as I gulp him down as fast as I can.

But it's not fast enough.

Cum leaks from the corner of my mouth, rolls slowly down my chin, and drips down onto the diamonds wrapped around my neck. I swallow and gulp until blackness starts creeping into the edge of my vision.

And only when the world starts spinning to the sound of my pounding pulse do I pull away from him, trembling and gasping for air.

But even as I fight for each tortured breath, I feel like this is the easiest I’ve breathed for the first time in months.

Maybe even years.

My lips tingle and my jaw aches. My heart is still thundering against my ribs as reality of what we just did comes crashing back.

Heat burns at my cheeks and I wipe my mouth with quivering fingers. The weight of the necklace feels heavier now, as if each cum-covered diamond is a reminder of what I just did.

Vadim tucks himself away, reaches behind my neck, undoes the clasp of the heavy necklace, and dangles it before me to let me see my handiwork.

The beautiful diamonds are clouded with the mixture of my spit and his cum.

“Lick it clean,” he commands softly.

Without hesitation, I dart my tongue out, tasting the salt of him again. The diamonds catch the light as I lap at them, making them sparkle with each swirl of my tongue.

I feel his eyes on me as I work, watching every move I make. The weight of his attention sends fresh tingles running along my skin.

"Nice and slow." His voice drops lower, dark with approval. "Like a good little cumslut.”

Warmth bloom in my chest. I shouldn't love hearing those words from him this much.

I've never felt more degraded and more cherished than this moment. Like I'm something precious and filthy all at once.

And it scares me how much I love it.

Finally, my lips close around the massive centerpiece—tongue tracing the diamond carefully and reverently and cheeks hollowing with every motion like I’m slowly sucking the head of his cock.

With each drop of his cum I swallow into my mouth, it makes me crave more of everything.

"Perfect," he murmurs when I finish cleaning the centerpiece stone on the beautiful necklace fit for a queen.

But in that moment, I don't want to be a queen.

I'd rather stay here on my knees as his whore.

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VADIM

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