Page 29 of Wicked Angel

My breasts felt heavy and tight. My nipples which had, at first, felt sharp pains at the clamps placed upon them, were now tight little buds of nothing butfeeling. They ached and I wanted him to repeat what he had done earlier. I wanted his mouth on me. All over me.

“Do you understand what’s going to happen, Angel?” Gaven asked as he set aside the vibrator and then reached up for my breasts. I pushed them out and into his hand, begging silently for him to remove the painful rubber and metal that held them imprisoned.

His fingers lightly played over my nipples, teasing them with the prospect of freedom. I whimpered low in my throat when he didn’t immediately let them go, but that only made the fire in his eyes heighten. I could see it—the way he enjoyed what he did to me. His cock was straining against his pants as he watched me wriggle like a worm on a hook, caught in his trap as he tormented me. The devil got off on his sexual torture. He liked giving me pain, and somewhere deep down in the recesses of my mind, I had to admit—if only to myself—that I kind of liked receiving it.

The smile that played upon Gaven’s lips as he was arched over me was like that of a hungry animal having found the perfect feast and that was what I was, I realized. I was his feast. Except there was no more hunting. He’d captured me and now, I was about to be eaten, consumed by his lust.

“Do you want something, Angel?” he asked teasingly.

I nodded sharply. “They hurt,” I replied, craning upward to try and get him to release me from, at the very least, the metal and rubber teeth biting into my tits.

“What hurts?” he prompted me. “Your breasts hurt? Your nipples?”

“Yesssssss.” My answer turned into a hiss as he unclamped first one nipple, taking it between his thumb and forefinger and rubbing away the sting of the restraint before he did the same to the other. The clamps landed on the bed at my side as he took the full weight of my breasts into his palms. He thumbed my nipples causing sharp spikes of agony to slide through them, making my eyes glaze over with tears.

A part of me wished I were stronger than this, but he was impossible to resist.

I wanted him. I wanted this.

Even if only for tonight. Even if I still wanted to run from what we were meant to be.

“You look beautiful like this, you know,” Gaven said, his words hoarse as he stared down at me. “A pretty little girl bound under me, your body mine to play with, to toy with. Are you my toy, Angel?” My nipples were tight little beads, a darker, angrier color than normal. They were swollen and felt more sensitive to the touch. He leaned down and closed his mouth around one, tongue lashing against me with a violence that sent electricity racing through me.

My pussy pulsed with need. The only thing that could have made the sensation of him licking my nipple better would have been feeling something hot and hard inside me. Now, the thought of every backseat stolen kiss from high school faded. Every secret fondling from a school boyfriend felt like another lifetime. Nothing could compare to this.

Gaven’s lips popped off of me with a sharp noise that had me yanking my head up once more. He pressed a finger over the now-wet tip of my breast with a grin. “So hungry, aren’t you?” His eyes settled on mine. “Answer me, Angel. Are you hungry?”

I bit my lower lip, not wanting to admit the truth. Iwashungry. A beat passed and then another. Finally, a chuckle rumbled through him.

“No matter,” he said. “You’ll still get discipline, love. I’m sure you expected your virginity to last until our wedding night, but I have other plans now.”

“Are … are you going to fuck me?” I asked. Nervousness pooled in my belly. Did I want him to? Yes. The answer was yes.

Gaven shook his head, though, surprising me. “No,” he said. “You haven’t been a good girl. You’ve been a very, very bad girl. Good girls get fucked. Bad girls get spanked.”

“So … you’re going to spank me?” I asked, confused.

“Yes,” he said. “But not tonight. Tonight, I have something else planned for you.”

“What—” My next question was cut off as he pinched my nipple sharply and twisted until my insides reacted. I cried out and arched into his touch to try and ease the pain. As soon as it’d come, though, the pain receded. Gaven leaned down and I closed my eyes at the wet feel of his lips and tongue once more. He laved each nipple with deliberate attention before he released me and moved back to the edge of the mattress. The pain and the pleasure he gave were his weapons, and I found myself trembling at the effect they both had on me. Gaven lifted the bottle of lube again.

A panting, sweating mess, I watched him as he opened the cap and squirted a hefty amount onto his fingers. My eyes widened as more and more poured out into his hand until he was practically slathered in it. What could he be planning with that much lube? He was emptying the entire container.

“Mafia families are traditional,” he said as he moved back and bent over before me, sliding right up between my tied-open legs once more. His un-lubed palm touched my thigh, pushing me open farther than ever before, until I felt stretched to the point of snapping in half. “Just like the Kings of old, most family heads want to marry virgins,” he continued. “For good reason too. They want to ensure that any children their wives have belong solely to them as she will carry the future heirs of their lineage.”

The penetrating blue steely ice of his gaze landed on me briefly before his fingers pressed into my opening. Two at first, sinking deep and quick, eased by the amount of lube coating them. It was an odd sensation but not uncomfortable. I squirmed beneath his attention, feeling something inside of me catch fire. I was burning—burning alive, and the only thing that could both stoke and release the flames was him.

“That was another reason I chose you,” he said. “I knew your sister would not be untouched, but you … Angel. You have the look of a virgin. Innocent. Inexperienced, as you admitted before. You have the heat of a woman in need of pleasure.”

“What—”What did any of that matter anymore?I wondered, swallowing the words as his fingers penetrated me.Why was he telling me this?

“You might not be getting fucked by me tonight, Angel,” Gaven said. “But I will ensure that no other man will ever be your first.”

Confusion rippled through me. A third finger joined the first three, stretching my channel open. I winced as he fucked into me with his hand. Back and forth. I was too tight for this and his hand—his fingers, they were massive as he invaded me. His eyes remained trained on my face, watching … for what, I couldn’t say. He was absorbed, though, solely focused. The discomfort became more pronounced as he added a fourth finger, spearing all of them into my cunt as his thumb rolled over my clit—finally giving me a hint of that pleasure … and the pain.

“Ah!” I arched against the tightness and the stretch. I swore he was trying to drive me to insanity. That was what his punishment must’ve been. He wanted to see me lose complete and utter control, to hand it all over to him. Somehow, I wondered if I wouldn’t like that.

Would it be easier, in the end, to just give him control?

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