Page 54 of What Doesn't Kill Us

She tsks at me, climbing onto the bed and securing my bound hands to the belt wrapped around the headboard. She scrambles off the bed, quickly stripping her clothes off before climbing back on and straddling my upper thighs.

My eyes skim over her naked form before moving back up to her face, and my breath catches at the pained expression on her face. “Go ahead, baby girl. This is your show. As fast or as slow as you want. The only rule is that you take everything.”

She takes a shuttering breath, then reaches both hands out, grasping both sides of my ruined white shirt and wrenching them apart violently. Buttons fly everywhere, and my cock hardens in my pants, drawing her gaze down. She licks her lips, her eyes glinting with excitement.

I pull at my restraints, again recognizing what a bad fucking idea this was, given I’m not the type of man wired to hand over control to someone else. I brace my feet beneath me, bucking my hips to shift her until her pussy is pressing against my dick.

I push my hips up rhythmically, and she throws her head back, her eyes closing. I thrust a few more times, but then she leans forward, pressing her hands against my chest and sliding her lower body off me.

I groan in response, and she gives me a playful look and asks, “Do you need a safeword?”

I give her a dirty look in response.

Do I need a fucking safeword? Has she lost her fucking mind?

She leans over me, licking a line from my belly button up over my pec to my collarbone. She licks along my neck, her tongue snaking over my lips, but then she laughs against my mouth before pulling back. “I’m going to need your words, Darius.”

That sassy fucking minx.

I growl, “No, I don’t need a fucking safeword.”

She laughs, the gleeful sound igniting a sudden warmth in my chest. It’s as disconcerting as it is exhilarating. She could strike me down at this very moment, and I could survive a million lifetimes in hell based on this feeling alone.

She crawls up my body to sit on my chest with her knees on either side of my head. She leans forward, tests my bonds before sitting back, staring down at me with a wanton look.

I smell her arousal, the heated sweat on her skin, and the fear and distress from our previous altercation, making my balls tighten. I strain my head forward as I say, “Get that cunt on my face. Let me taste you.”

She freezes, her eyes widening in distress as she says, “I’m not exactly fresh right now.”

I raise a brow at her, my tongue snaking out to lick my lips as I say, “I don’t fucking care. Sit that pretty pussy on my face, and I’ll eat it like the starved man I am.”

She shifts herself a little closer to me without pressing herself fully against me as I ordered her to. “Closer,” I growl.

She doesn’t move, so I glance up again, and she gives a little shake of her head, a small smile playing on her lips. I blow out a breath onto her glistening cunt, and she shivers in response.

Suddenly, she stands, and my head falls back onto the mattress as I watch her turn around so she’s straddling me, facing my dick. She sinks down, pressing her wet pussy against my bare chest, and then I feel her hands on my pants, unbuttoning and unzipping, pushing them down with my boxer briefs to the tops of my thighs.

She pauses for a few moments with me lying there, tied up with my dick out, so I ask, “Are you okay?”

She nods her head, then looks at me over her shoulder, licking her lips as she replies, “Oh, yeah. I’m good.”

I bark out a laugh that quickly turns into a moan as I feel her hot breath fan my cock. She licks a line down my shaft, and I squeeze my eyes shut to keep myself under control. The need to break free, grab her by the back of her head, and force her down onto my dick is almost overwhelming.

I want to face fuck her into submission. I want to fuck her raw in every orifice until she’s begging and pleading for me to relent while crying for me to never stop.

She takes my cock in your mouth, and I thrust up sharply, catching her off-guard. She pulls back, narrowing her eyes at me over her shoulder, “Control yourself, big boy, or I may drag this out a little longer.”

I bark out another laugh, already contemplating doing some begging and pleading of my own. She adjusts herself over me, seeking a better angle to suck my cock from, and once again, her knees are straddling my head, her pussy right above my face.

“For the love of fuck.” I strain closer, but she’s just out of reach. I curse under my breath, pulling on my bound hands as she slowly sinks down closer, and I run my tongue up her pussy lips and over her clit. I pull back, licking my lips as I say, “Sit on my face. Give me that sweet pussy.”

She takes my dick into her hot mouth at the same time she presses her wet cunt against my face. I moan against her, licking, sucking, and biting her pussy lips before spearing my tongue into her hole as deeply as I can manage from this angle. She stiffens above me, and I feel her saliva dripping down my dick onto my balls as the sensations paralyze her.

I lick my way back down to her clit, and she shifts back against me, grinding herself on my lips and tongue as she swallows my dick. She grips the base of my dick in one hand, working me over in tandem with her hot mouth, and I buck up into her again, unable to control my response to her as I eat her pussy.

She sits up, moving her body back down until her hips are straddling mine, then she sits on me, rubbing her slick cunt on my dick, still wet from her spit. She rubs herself against me; her swollen flesh gliding over me erotically, and I feel the tension coiling, hear her breathy noises and panting moans.

“Holy fuck, what are you doing to me?” I know I sound desperate, and her next moan is almost a broken laugh as she grinds herself on me. “There are condoms in the bedside drawer.”

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