Page 32 of Buried Beneath Sin

Beatrix's hips jerk again as I apply a little more pressure on her clit as I circle it. She tries to push my head away with her tied wrists, but I ignore her weak resistance.

“Say it, Beatrix. All you have to do is say ‘Sir, may I cum?’” I blow air over her puckered nipple, and it tightens further.

Her head whips side to side as her breathing comes in ragged gasps. The moan she cuts off causes me to chuckle. I shove a second finger up her ass, causing her to cry out. Her hips thrash as she fights her desire to seek relief. She alternates between soft whimpers and deep moans, letting me know that despite her fear shewantsthis. Wantsme. I grind my own hips into the mattress between her thick thighs, searching for a little relief myself. Over and over, I work her body up but deny it any satisfaction. Beatrix's cries become more desperate, her breathing is all over the place. Her legs tremble and her body vibrates.

“P-please...” she whispers. “I need?—”

“Yes, I know what youneed. But to get it, you'll have to ask properly, Little Viper,” I cut her off.

With a hard huff she whispers, “Please,sir, may I cum?”

The twist of bitterness in her voice is icing on the cake. There's just something about knowing that one day it’ll be gone, and she'll be asking earnestly that makes it beautiful.

“Good girl, pet,” I mutter against her stomach, my lips skimming over it. Her body clenches around me at the praise. “Now ask again, louder.”

She sobs, unable to catch her breath properly. “Please, sir, may I cum!”

“Yes. This time, I will let you cum.”

With that, I caress the walls of her pussy and stimulate her ass with purpose. I dip my head low and capture her clit between my lips and run my tongue around it. Beatrix's orgasm rolls in hard and fast. Her legs come up as they shake violently on either side of me. A loud wail is followed by unintelligible words as her hips jerk, and she rides the wave of pleasure that courses through her body.

To my surprise, her body's response nearly has me following suit. It takes a hell of a lot of discipline not to cum in my pants as I work her through one orgasm, then another, and then a third. Her screams of pleasure are delirious nonsensical words. I love them. Almost as much as I love when her whines twist with pain and fear when she realizes I’m not going to relent anytime soon. She starts writhing beneath me, desperately trying to get her sensitive body away from my touch.

“Please, no more, I can't!” she cries as I work a fourth from her body.

I ignore her pleas and dive forward to work my tongue into her pussy. Both of my hands work her back up over and over. With fingers in her ass and up her pussy, she’s forced to feel it all. Her juices make it easy. Almost as if her bodywantsme to keep going, despite her pleas otherwise. I don't stop. Each orgasm I work from her causes her body to shiver and shake, cum and pulse around me. Her pleas become screams, and soon she's truly fighting to get away from me. She uses her feet to dig into the mattress to push away, but I grab her hips and pull her back, forcing her to endure yet another orgasm. Even when her body goes slack and simply trembles uncontrollably, I continue to work her body up and over the edge.

I only stop when she hoarsely whispers, “Please, sir,pleasestop.”

Ah, music to my ears.

Withdrawing my hands from her body slowly, I lift my head and look up at her. “Good girl, pet.”

A shudder rushes through her, but otherwise she doesn’t respond.

“Tell me something, Little Viper. Do you feel safe now? Or are you regretting that you called out into the void and that I answered?” I ask, climbing up her body—ignoring how hard and full my cock feels.

There's a long pause. I listen to Beatrix breathing heavily and then trying to control it. Finally, it slows enough for her to respond.

“I feel safer with you now than I have at any other point in my life,sir.”

I wasn’t expectingthisresponse, but it’s even better than the one I wanted. The one where she admits she’s scared and uncertain, where she needs me but doesn’t want to give in to my obsession.

Well fuck.

For the second time in my life, I think I just fell in love.

17

BEATRIX

I’ve changed somehow. I’m not quite sure in what ways, but there’s something different about me. As I stare at my reflection in the women’s bathroom of the funeral home, I try to figure out if it’s something external.

I look the same. At least I think so. Maybe my eyes are a little brighter. Or could it be that there’s a real, albeit small, smile clinging to my lips? When was the last time I smiled this much for this long? I suppose I never had a reason to before now.

Any sane person in my situation wouldn’t be smiling. I’m hosting a service for my mother and her husband tomorrow. I should be mourning, devastated to have lost the only family I had left. How could I possibly be smiling when five nights ago, I’d come home to two bodies in my house? When I sanctioned those deaths myself?

On top of all of that, I’d beenassaulted,twice, by a complete stranger.

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