Page 44 of Sheltered in the Storm

Pleasure and heat swept over me. I screamed, bucking my hips uncontrollably, but his grip held me still. I wailed Vos’s name over and over as I fought to get away from sensations that terrified me with their intensity. He kissed my hair and murmured words that in my haze I could not understand.

Gods.Gods.

Vos.

I shuddered. “Please, Vos. I can’t take more.”

“You can,” he countered.

He had no mercy. His suckers plucked at my clit until I sobbed with pleasure and desperation. Only then did he release my swollen clit in favor of stroking my slit lightly with the tip of his tentacle.

Gasping for air, I tried to reach for his cock. “Let me.”

“No.” He nicked my earlobe with one of his sharp teeth. Itrembled in his arms, caught up in the pleasure and pain of that little wound. “Watch,” he told me.

It was torture being unable to move as his tentacle did what I longed to do with my hands, my mouth, my pussy. I squirmed, too aroused to feel embarrassed by how many times I gushed as he stroked himself. My arousal continued to build, and he showed no signs of reaching his own release.

It took me way too damn long to realize heknewit was torture to watch, and he was doing this on purpose. I’d played with him earlier, goading and teasing. He must have decided turnabout was fair play.

Apparently Vos liked this kind of game. That didn’t surprise me in the least. Too bad for him I was better at it than him.

“Do you like my pussy?” I asked, making my tone uncertain. I even bit my lip for extra effect.

“Yes,” he said, his voice in my ear rough. And he continued to stroke himself.

“Does it feel good when you touch it?”

His free tentacle slid up my thigh, leaving little red marks as the suckers plucked at my skin. I couldn’t move away, but I twitched with each little suck.

“It feels good,” he said. More stroking, slow and even.

“Does it taste good?”

His tentacle slid farther up my inner thigh and flicked at my pussy, just grazing the delicate skin of my lips. His strokes sped up, then slowed again.

“It tastes very good,” he said. I heard the smile in his voice that time. The rate of his stroking increased again, and this time he didn’t slow down.

I expected him to return the tip of his tentacle to my clit, but instead it delved along my slit, sucking at that delicate skin. My slickness allowed it to move easily. I automatically tried to arch my back, but I still couldn’t move. I had enjoyed light bondage before, but I had never wanted to experience real restraint.Until now. Now I wanted Vos to keep me at his mercy because I had never come harder than I did while held helpless by him.

The tip of a long, cool tongue traveled along the contours of my ear. “Do you want me to fuck you with my tentacle while you watch, my Calla?” he asked, making me shiver with desire. “Ask me for what you want.”

More wetness ran from my desperate, aching pussy. “Yes, I want you to fuck me with your tentacle.”

“Where do you want to be fucked?” He stroked himself more quickly now, and the tentacle playing with my slit slipped lower until its tip flicked at my opening. I held back a moan, but only barely. “Here?” he asked. “In your beautiful cunt?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Tell me.”

“I want you to fuck me with your tentacle. In my cunt.”

His tentacle tip slipped inside. I gasped at the intrusion and the sensation of the tiny suckers that plucked at my slick, delicate skin.

“As soon as you are healed enough to take me fully, I will fill you with my cock,” he said, his voice rough. “But until then, I will give you everything you need in other ways. All you must do is ask for what you want.”

My pussy clenched, but he wasn’t inside me enough yet. “Deeper, please,” I begged. “Please fuck me with your tentacle, Vos.”

He slid his tentacle in a little farther. I tried to move my hips to grind on it, but he held me still. “I am not sure you take my tentacle in your cunt, my Calla,” he murmured. “Can you?”

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