Page 39 of The Trap

Stubborn as ever, she closes her mouth. A primal growl erupts from deep within me, changing the pleasing strokes of my tongue to harsher nips from my teeth. No longer giving her clit the pleasure that it deserves, I sink my teeth around the nerves just enough that it teases her with the pain.

“Fuck,” she moans, feeding the scream meter.

I loosen the seal my mouth has on her clit enough that I cover it but can still formulate a sentence. “Fine, if you aren’t going to verbalize that you want to be my lying little whore, then show me how my whore likes it.”

Mouth still punishing her center, I lift a hand and smack her ass repeatedly. Spank after spank, she begins to unravel, stroking my ego with moans that I’ve never heard come from her. They are raw, unfiltered, full of regret, and yet it feels like the only time I’ve seen Raiden be honest.

This woman is literally going to be my undoing. She likes the pain the same way that she likes to fight me tooth and nail on everything. Just like how I enjoy the torture her presence feeds my masochistic soul.

With each swipe of my tongue and swift slap of my hand, it’s like I’ve forgotten the hatred that I feel for her. Time suddenly becomes irrelevant, merely a backdrop to the unexpected bliss of this depraved moment.

Settling my hands onto her juicy ass, I sink my grip into each cheek, unrelenting in the way I drive my claim into her flesh. The more I knead and squeeze her ass, the more I feel myself losing all control. My mouth shifts from her center to her inner thigh. Baring my teeth, I waste not a goddamn second before I nibble at her sensitive skin. The more she cries for more, the more I sink into this madness, losing myself with every nibble, kiss and lick I alternate between her pussy and her thigh. My ears ring when the buzzer sounds followed by that damn cryptic speaker.

“Three minutes,” the voice announces, robotic as ever.

“Hurry up,” she pleads, whining for more.

I drag a lick from her slit to just above, slithering it to her torso and up her sternum as I rise so I’m towering over her once more, licking her neck. “What’s the matter,” I groan into herear. “Afraid you’ll finally be exposed as the liar you are?” I say, purposely egging her on.

She sighs, exasperated and needing to come. “Cut the shit. If you really want me to scream, I need your cock,” she announces, so nonchalant it draws a smile to my lips.

“Damn, not even a please?”

“We don’t have fucking time for this, Colson,” she groans. “I would unzip your pants, but I’m a little tied up.”

I look over to the timer. We have two minutes and forty-six seconds left. “Sorry, I’m no one-minute man.” I smirk.

“Unzip your fucking pants right now.”

The boldness of her words, the fucking unashamed desire in them, does something to me, because I’m fucking rock hard and unzipping my pants faster than I’ve ever done before.

The timer beeps again. “Two minutes and thirty seconds,” the voice announces.

I feel the pressure, unsure of what exactly will happen if we don’t feed the meter, but honestly, I don’t care. I need to be inside of her. I’ve at least earned that experience, if nothing else.

Her eyes cast down to my erect cock and I wish I could snap a picture of the shock on her face.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, “you really are pierced.”

“Yep,” I deadpan. “Why don’t you be a good little whore and count how many I have while I tease you with the two on the tip. Hm? Can you do that?”

She nods and my breath shudders in my chest as I drag the head of my cock between the slick lips of her pussy, teasing her and myself.

She hums, eyes falling closed, but I can’t stop looking at her, loving the calm that washes over her even as I’m teasing us both. Finding a rhythm that elicits moan after moan from her, I keep pace, teasing her with the magic cross piercing at the tip of my cock while squeezing my pierced shaft.

“Fuck, you feel so good–” she stops herself, hesitation ripe in her tone.

“What is it?” I ask, not letting up the circles I’m making with my cock at her clit.

She moans, biting on her lip, visibly warring with herself.

“Yes?” I groan, already knowing what she wants, but she’s too strong-willed to beg anymore for it, and I’m too stubborn to deny myself her submitting that will to me–even if my cock is fucking begging to be suffocated by her pussy. As much as I want nothing more than to be the one stretching those tight walls, it’s the tease, that feels like a fucking drug right now. Not letting her know that this high her body is giving me may be better–no, scratch that,isbetter– than any momentary bliss any drug could ever offer me.

“Stick it in,” she finally blurts, coming undone as I drop my pierced tip from where it’s been bathing in her arousal.

“No,” I grunt. Applying pressure, I trace her opening before sticking the head of my cock in–just barely. Fuck, she’s so fucking wet and tight already.

“Colson,” my name is a plea from her lips.

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