Page 10 of Soulless Angel

“Looks like most of the fun stuff out here is occupied. What’s in the private rooms?” Daire didn’t wait for me to lead the way. Holding tight to my hand, he set off for the rooms.

Many of the rooms were also occupied. Two remained empty. We entered one to find what I’d previously seen. A dimly lit room. A bed with restraints attached. A side table laden with lube and toys. A Saint Andrews cross in the corner.

Daire’s eyes widened like a kid seeing the gifts under the tree on Christmas morning. “This is amazing. Pretty sure we need some of this stuff for the house. What do you think, Angel?”

“I think it was a mistake to bring you here,” I laughed.

Daire swung the door shut, making sure it locked. “We’ve got all night. Let’s start here. You know how much I love seeing you restrained.”

“Are you sure we shouldn’t be out there?” I nodded toward the door. “Havoc and Raina will be here soon.”

“So? Let them find their own place to play. If we’re going to risk our necks by being here, we can at least have some fun first.” Daire inclined his head toward the cross against the wall. “I need to see you strapped to that thing.”

He shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it on the bed. Without waiting for my reaction, he grabbed both of my wrists and walked me backward to the cross. There was some force in the way he pushed me against it.

My adrenaline began to rise. A flutter in my stomach stole my breath when he first grabbed one wrist, securing it into place along one plank of the cross above my head. He did the same to the other, making sure I couldn’t slip free.

“You’re a bit of a control freak, huh?” I gasped when he did my ankles next.

Daire jerked my legs apart, forcing me to stand spread eagle as he locked me into place. “What gave you that idea?”

He seemed to be right at home in this room. Rounding the bed to the side table, he perused the items on top before opening the drawer. A wicked smile lit up his face.

Pulling out a ball gag, he considered it before saying, “As appealing as this is, I think I want to hear you beg and scream.” The next thing he pulled out was a thick purple vibrator still in its packaging. “Let’s start with this.”

Anticipation made my breath come faster as he approached. Daire held the vibrator in one hand, abandoning the package on the floor. The wild gleam in his eyes made my heart race.

Running the tip of the vibrator over my lips, he watched intently as he pressed it into my mouth. He pumped it in and out, slowly at first. Then faster. Deeper. He didn’t stop until he hit the back of my throat, making me gag.

With his other hand, Daire reached inside my bra. Finding my nipple, he twisted it between his fingertips. Gentle. Then harder. I let out a squeak of pain that brought satisfaction to Daire’s face.

“Do you like the way I touch you, Angel?” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.

“Yes,” I breathed out, barely able to speak.

Having my arms restrained above me made my shoulders ache. A slight burn started in my spread thighs. This kind of thing wasn’t for the weak.

Daire pulled my bra down to expose my breast. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, biting down until I cried out. “Tell me how much you love it. I need to hear you say the words.”

I sucked in a deep breath. “I love the way you make my pussy wet. I need you to make me come. Please, Daire.”

He pressed a finger to my lips. “It’s not time for begging yet. Soon.”

Turning on the vibrator, he used it to tease my nipples, first one and then the other. The sensation sent shockwaves down to my pussy, making it throb with need.

By the time Daire reached under my short skirt, I was desperate for him to touch me. He rubbed a hand over me through my panties, feeling the dampness that had gathered. I let out a little whimper, my hips pushing forward as I chased more of his touch.

“Such a hungry little thing, aren’t you?” Daire leaned in to nip my lip. He tugged my underwear to one side, slipping a finger between my folds. “So fucking wet for me, Clover. I love how much your pussy wants me.”

Pulling his hand away, he replaced it with the vibrator. Turning it on high, he ran it along my slit. As it grazed my clit, I flinched and moaned. Daire didn’t leave it there for long. Just long enough to tease me before sliding it away.

Several times he flicked my clit with the toy, making me ache for an orgasm. He never gave me the chance to come. When he pushed the tip inside me, my knees weakened. Standing there in restraints while he teased me proved more difficult than I’d expected.

Daire waited for me to beg before thrusting the toy deeper inside me. He fucked me with the vibrator while occasionally teasing my clit with his finger. I strained against my bonds, needing more than I was getting.

“Have I told you how fucking beautiful you are when you’re tied up and at my mercy?” He ran a hand down the side of my face before tightly gripping my throat. His fingers dug into my skin hard enough to bruise.

“Come on, Daire,” I panted. “Let me come. Please. I can’t take much more.”

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