Page 25 of Deviant Obsession

"Greedy little thing." He switches to my neglected breast, grazing it with his teeth while maintaining the steady pounding rhythm. "I can’t tell you no. Go ahead, come on this cock. Show me how much you love being stuffed full and played with."

I scream his name as I clench around the toy, my spine arching so far it could snap as another climax renders me completely incoherent. I can’t even find the ability to show my gratitude, the room filled instead with the sound of my feral moaning—a sound completely foreign to me until this moment.

But even still, he doesn't stop or slow down. Instead, I feel him sink to his knees, his hot breath washing over my prickled flesh. The dildo keeps working in and out as his tongue findsmy clit, and I nearly sob at the new onslaught of his relentless attention.

"One more," he demands between long, slow licks. "You're going to come one more time for me. I want to feel you fall apart while I taste you."

"I can't," I whimper, even as my hips instinctively buck toward his mouth. "It's too much... Dean, I can’t.”

"You can and youwill." He sucks hard on my clit while driving the vibrating toy deeper, making me keen. "Because you're such a good girl for me, aren't you? And good girls take everything they're given. Every. Single. Gift."

His tongue works me mercilessly while he plunges the toy into me again and again, bringing me right to the edge of insanity. Every nerve ending feels like it's on fire, pleasure so intense it borders on pain as he pushes me toward a third destruction. My ears are filled with obscene wet sounds and my desperate moans as he alternates between sucking my clit and flicking it with his tongue.

"Listen to how wet you are," he growls. "Absolutely soaked for me. Your pussy's practically gushing around this cock while I fuck you with it. Such a perfect little slut."

"Oh mygod,” I moan, all of the sensitivity suddenly morphing into a charging rush to a third high.

"That's it, Rhea, let go. Come for me one more time. I’ll let you out. Give me what I want."

My mind is hazy, and my body is on fire for him. I desire his approval. I long for all his permission. For all his praise.

Only when he grazes his teeth over my clit and angles a thrust of the toy just right do I completely shatter in his hands the third time. The orgasm rips through me so intensely that tears leak from beneath the blindfold, my voice going hoarse as I scream. Sobs wrack my chest as he works me through it, never letting upwith his tongue or the toy until I'm ready to pass out from the overwhelming pleasure.

When the aftershocks finally subside, I hang limp in my restraints, panting and quivering as Dean slowly withdraws the toy. He places gentle, soothing kisses on my inner thighs, his hands stroking my hips as he murmurs yet more praise.

He wasn’t lying when he promised he could blow my mind. I’m starting to think every last one of my brain cells has turned to mush. Perhaps they already had before we came in here, after all, I asked for it.

And Ilovedit.

But just when I think it’s over, he’s unbuckling my restraints and catching me as my legs give out. Strong hands guide me to my knees, and I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper.

“What do you say?” His grip is tight beneath my chin.

“Thank you.” The words tumble out automatically.

"Good girl. Now, open that pretty mouth," he commands, thumb stroking my bottom lip. "Show me what else that smart tongue is good for."

I comply with embarrassing eagerness, like a wrung out, helpless version of me is desperate to please him after everything he's given me. His grip in my hair is firm but not cruel as he guides himself past my lips, stretching my mouth wide until I take every thick inch of him. I don’t spare a second thought for the fact that I’ve never had a man in my mouth before, as he sets a steady rhythm without needing much input from me.

"Fuck," he groans as he pushes deeper. "Such a perfect little cocksucker. Who would have guessed Little Miss Straight A’s could be such a filthy slut?"

The degrading worship makes me moan around him, earning a sharp thrust that hits the back of my throat. I focus onbreathing through my nose, fighting my gag reflex as he pushes further with each stroke.

It’s not long before his rhythm grows more erratic, his praise becoming rougher. “You're going to swallow every drop like a good girl, aren't you?”

I manage a weak "Mmhmm" around him as I hollow out my cheeks and suck hard. He cusses viciously. Those demanding fingers tighten in my hair as he thrusts deep one final time, holding me in place while his cock pulses on my tongue.

I swallow frantically, determined to take everything he gives me, determined not to fail. When he finally pulls back, I gasp for air, feeling triumphant despite my exhaustion and the tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Color?" he asks softly, thumb swiping across my lip.

"Green," I whisper hoarsely, my throat raw. "So green."

"You did so well," he says, helping me to my feet. My legs are still shakier than a newborn giraffe, but he keeps a steadying arm around my waist. "Such a perfect little cumslut."

I lean into his support, my mind struggling to process everything that just happened. This was so far beyond anything I'd experienced before—the helplessness, the overwhelming pleasure, and the way he reduced me to nothing but need and sensation...

I guess he reallycouldshow me a thing or two.

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