Page 23 of Nidev and Lyric

“I… think so.”

“You should know I won’t be needing or even wanting your approval once the initiation is over.”

“No?” she whispered, propping her head on her hand, her breaths soft and unsteady with her arousal.

“Psychotic obsessions don’t require such things.”

“I see,” she said, smiling. “I’m glad I trust you.”

Those words turned his cock into a war hammer. He may not need her permission, but her trust was another matter. It was surely required in the mind of this sick love affair. “I will break you with twelve sessions within sixty minutes. Each one will unlock every part of my naughty girl. She will then do anything and everything I require. When I require it. However I require it. And why ever.”

She sat up and his gaze locked onto her breasts, calling up the filthy side of that beast. “You’re fucking tits need to be punished for being so nasty.”

“When… will we have that initiation session?”

He leaned up and sucked her nipple, the silky plump flesh bringing the wicked things to the surface. “Tomorrow night,” he said, using his teeth on the fat tip. “After I move some of your things here.”

“Here? You… want me to...”

“I want you when I want you. I don’t know what that schedule will be until after your initiation.” Unless it changed. One thing he knew about this fire in him was its mind. And that it wasn’t his.

“Okay,” she said.

He suddenly realized he wasn’t going to give her any form of sexual release either. “You will not have an orgasm until that session,” he said, moving onto his elbows. “But your psychopath will have his.” He remembered his cock piercings, considering what kind of orgasm he wanted her to give him. “I’m going to use those nasty little tits this time. While you suck your King’s crown.”

She gasped, staring at his cock now tall in his fist.

“Lay on your back, my Doo-nie.”

She got in position, her eyes not moving from his shaft as he straddled her waist.

“Pull your legs back and hold them wide open for me.”

She held her legs back as directed, eyes hot on his cock as he stroked it. He stared down at her tits in this position, lowering his ass to her body and putting enough weight to again teach her his power. He squeezed her mounds together and she gasped, arching her back when he tugged on them with a groan, sliding his dick between the tight silk.

“Oh,” she whispered, leaning up to catch his head with her mouth.

He considered grabbing the pillow to put under her head, then decided he wanted to see how she’d work for it. Her effort to find a rhythm had him popping from her lips, her teeth scraping and gouging while her little errant tongue fought for some of the action. If he wasn’t drunk with lust, it might have been cute, but it was anything but. His gaze moved between her mouth and her fucking nipples, both ripping through his control as he slid his cock between her tits.

Her tiny grunts and moans continued to pull his orgasm forth. He should’ve removed his cock jewelry and bathed but the need to feel the back of her hungry throat had him seething. He moved in closer, changing the dance. “Use your hands,” he whispered, placing a palm on the headboard for the perfect angle. He pumped only the head between her lips while her hands stroked him, the erratic rhythm of her inexperience bringing a chaos to the fire burning in his breaths.

She leaned and took more of his cock, pulling his shaft with both hands to get him into her greedy mouth. “Doo-nie,” he gasped, gripping the curls on the top of her head and pulling hard. “Look how fucking nasty you are, sucking the head of my cock.”

Her hand raked over his balls, flooding them with electrical sparks as she moaned louder on him.

“Fuck,” he gasped, holding the base of his dick and her hair while pumping faster. “Are you ready for your King’s cum, angel?” he whispered, his moans thickening. “Oh angel,” he seethed when she captured the head in a relentless suction, her rough tongue hitting the slit. She stroked behind his balls, and he placed a foot on the bed, pressing her fingers on the sensitive P spot as his orgasm surged up. “My angel, my Doo-nie,” he gasped right as her finger found his rectum and unleashed his orgasm. She sucked him down as her moans peaked with the flood of his cum. The pleasure was so much harder and more powerful than any he’d experienced, turning him into a true monster of furious growling seethes while she valiantly fought to recapture her messy rhythm.

But nothing could be messier than the utter destruction left in the aftermath. His breaths heaved in and out of his lungs as she licked and searched for any remnant of her new favorite dish. Meanwhile, her tiny moans and raking fingers all along his abs and chest climbed its way to the top of his addiction list.

He crawled his way down from this mind-blowing ecstasy and lay next to Lyric, pulling her close until she was tucked tightly into his body. As he sorted through his sick thoughts for his next item on the wicked to-do list, he got distracted by the lovely scent of her hair and the feel of it on his face and mouth. Like silky flower petals. He was soon in a field of purple lavender, cocooned in a warm mist with the enchanting melody of soft breaths lulling him deeper, beckoning him to stay five more minutes in this place of nothing and everything.

He ended up spending the night in this heaven, making meticulous plans to break his Doo-nie and make her his.

THE CONTRACT

Nidev’s eyes slowly cracked open to warm silk. Against his mouth.

Lyric.

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