Page 48 of Sinner

I bit back a cry because it was one of pleasure.

But I sensed he’d heard me. He knew. He knew all my most intimate secrets, my kinky longings leading him to me. I couldn’t watch him. I couldn’t stand to face the fact I was enjoying what he was doing.

He pinched my nipple and the pain was just enough I couldn’t hold back, the cry one of desire.

“Pleasuring you will be one of my greatest joys,” he said and darted his tongue around my clit.

“Why? Why do you want me?”

“Because you’re the best representation of myself. We’re just alike, you and I.”

I wanted to argue with him, but how could I? While I had no intention of killing anyone in real life, what I did while hiding my true self inside a headset in another world was entirely up to me. I felt a nervous laugh bubbling to the surface, but it was halted when he took my clit into his mouth, sucking with enough force the tiny nub was instantly on fire.

“Oh, God.” I tossed my head back and forth, only then realizing he hadn’t bothered to tie me down. Because he’d known how I’d react.

A wave of heat swept to my face as he used his thumbs to split my pussy lips wide open. I’d never felt so exposed, the vulnerability I was facing adding to the tremendous excitement. The rush was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

I was taking shallow breaths, lightheaded as the pleasure already began to build. He knew exactly what turned me on, using my words and brief yet very open conversations against me. I dug my heels into the table, lifting my pelvis off it.

“My naughty little lamb,” he chuckled just before burying his face into my wetness. “I’ll be the only man to provide you with what you need. And what you deserve. Rest easy, little lamb. This is just the beginning of a beautiful relationship.”

The beginning. That meant he would never let me go. If only I hadn’t opened myself up in the gaming world. If only I hadn’t found freedom in being someone else without fear of retribution.

If only I hadn’t been lured into the need to feel something out of my control.

If only…

Now it was too late.

It was at that moment I realized how much we complemented each other. The thought was more ridiculous than any I’d had before. The frightened unknown of where this would lead mixed with the sheer indulgence of passion that I was allowing to play out.

Only I had no choice. None. He would do whatever he wanted with me regardless of what I asked or wanted.

There was suddenly a charged silence between us, the only sound that of him licking my pussy feverishly. The noise he made should disgust me as much as everything else. Yet it lulled me into a sweet peace, a heightened state of mind where only the rapture he was providing mattered.

He dragged his tongue up and down the length of my pussy, taking his time to savor every drop. When he shifted his hands so he could thrust several fingers alongside his tongue, I was certain I’d go blind.

My body reacted involuntarily, jerking up from the table. I turned my head and stared out through the cracks in the blinds, wondering why I lived on such a normal street with perfectly sane individuals while I was anything but.

Panting, every muscle tensed, the searing of every nerve ending keeping me right on the edge. He was masterful, forcing me so close to nirvana and pulling back.

I dared look down at him, forced to stare into those neon glowing eyes. The most exciting aspect of all was that I had no clue about his identity. And it thrilled me.

“Good girl,” he whispered as another moan slipped past my lips.

I wanted desperately to prove him wrong, to act as if what he was doing did nothing to me.

But it would just be another lie.

A slight spasm in my lower body was a clear indication of how much pleasure he was capable of bringing me. I fought to keep from reacting, but it was no use.

No man had ever managed to make me come this way.

Only a monster had.

I rose up from the table as I’d done before, opening my mouth to a silent scream as the orgasm tickled my toes. His actions became rougher, his grunts turning into growls.

Unable to make a single sound, the wave of sheer ecstasy rolled through me, keeping my pulse ticking. Sinner refused to stop, enjoying every moment of defiling me just as he’d promised.

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