Page 213 of Cruel Devotion

Mmmm.

More goosebumps spread across my skin.

The violins erupted into a burst of energy.

Lei’s gaze never left mine as he guided the feather up to my breasts. “How many times do you want to cum today?”

“As many as. . .humanly possible.”

The feather’s wispy strands danced across my nipples.

Teasing and tantalizing.

Tickling and caressing.

I moaned.

The sensation was so exquisite.

So hauntingly sensual.

Slowly he trailed the feather down to my pussy.

I gasped and arched my back in response.

Before I could speak, he had the feather on my pussy, sliding it gently against my folds, tickling and teasing my clit.

“Oh my God!”

It was pure torture but I didn’t want him to stop.

I ground my hips, yearning for more.

Lei gazed down at my wet sex. “Look at what you’re doing to my poor feather.”

Shivering, I put my view on it.

Groaning, Lei slipped the feather up and down my pussy. “You’re making it all wet.”

He was right.

As the strand slipped along my folds, the feather began to surrender to my wet embrace. Droplets merged, saturating the plumage. Each strand, once stiff and proud, started to cling to its neighbors, losing its individuality in the wetness.

The vibrant color of the transforming blue feather, so vivid and alive in the dry air, now deepened, becoming richer and more intense under the veil of my wetness.

A small whimper escaped my lips.

Grunting again, he moved it up and down between my folds, causing me to squirm under its feathery touch.

I trembled.

He lifted his view and held my gaze as he continued the exquisite torture, the blue feather disappearing and re-appearing from my dripping folds like a mesmerizing magic trick.

Each pass of the feather awakened more nerve endings, each stroke building on the one before, escalating my desire to unbearable heights.

Lust laced his voice. “How does it feel?”

“Perfect.”

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