Page 37 of No Mercy In Red

“Max, fuck,” he groaned. “Please—”

“Please what?” I teased, my breath ghosting over his painfully hard cock, smirking when it twitched in response. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Touch me,” he begged, eyes blazing.

My hand gently stroked his length, just enough to torture, never enough to satisfy. “Like this?”

“Goddammit, yes – more!”

I wrapped my hand around his cock, the thickness of it stopping my hand from fully closing. I slowly moved, pumping him at a painfully low speed as he groaned. I used my other hand to trail my nails over his balls, watching as he shuddered under the sensation, enjoying every second. I pumped quicker, watching a bead of pre-cum glisten on the tip of his cock. I leant forward, gently using my tongue to lap it up, moaning as I tasted him. He gasped, begging me for more. Instead, I moved away, climbing back up his body, my pussy hovering inches above his cock, teasing him mercilessly.

“You’ll cum when I say, Connor. Not a second sooner.”

He cursed, jaw clenched, sweat glistening over his chest. His muscles strained beautifully against the restraints, powerful and helpless. I reached down, using the head of his cock to rub against my clit, sliding him up and down, letting him feel how wet and ready I was for him.

He stared at me wide eyed, “Fuck, Max. You’re so fucking wet. Please, please, I need you.” He panted.

I held him at my entrance, guiding him into me slowly, inch by inch, a soft moan escaping me, until I was fully seated, watching his eyes roll back in pleasure. I rode him hard, relentlessly bringing us both close to the edge, my nails marking his chest, my mouth biting and licking at his jaw, this throat, teasing him until he was trembling beneath me.

“Please,” he begged, his voice raw, “please, Max, let me cum”

I slowed my movements, torturously grinding against him, feeling his hips thrust desperately upward, seeking relief.

“Not yet,” I whispered, smiling down at his utterly tortured expression. He was beautiful like this – broken, desperate, begging for release.

I teased him over and over, bringing him to the brink, before denying him again and again, loving the way he completely surrendered to me. Tears of desperation pricked the corners of his eyes, the veins in his forearms protruding as he tugged at his restraints.

“Please, Max,” he groaned again, a raw sound ripped from deep within him a sound of complete surrender.

I slowly rolled my hips, my head tossed back, letting my clit grind on his groin until my orgasm tore through me, my nails digging into his chest hard enough to draw blood.

Finally satisfied, I leaned down, pressing my lips to his ear. “Now, Connor. Come for me.” I purred, bouncing myself up and down on his cock, drawing out his orgasm.

His entire body shuddered violently beneath me as he let go with a deep, strangled cry, spilling himself deep inside me, his body wracked with nerves of pleasure so intense, one of the tears escaped his eye and rolled down his cheek. I leaned back, breathing easily as I watched him slowly come back to himself, utterly wrecked and beautiful beneath me. His dark brown eyes met mine, glazed with pleasure, adoration, and something deeper. I slid him out from inside me and slowly crawled up his body, so I was straddling his chest. I looked down at him, his beautiful face laced with exhaustion.

“I’m going to sit on your face now baby, and you’re going to eat your cum out of my pussy until I finish, okay?”

Before he had chance to respond, I lowered myself onto his face, a gasp of pleasure escaping me as his tongue entered my pussy. I rocked my hips as he ate me, my legs shaking with pure ecstasy as my orgasm crashed over me. I released him gently, placing soft kisses on his lips,tasting both of our pleasure on his mouth. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tightly into his chest. My heart was racing, my body humming with a deep satisfaction I’d never felt before.

“That was fucking incredible. You, are fucking incredible. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you, sweetheart.” He rasped.

“You did amazing, good boy.”

He chuckled sleepily, “Thank you, sweetheart.”

I had claimed Connor in every sense of the word, marked him, consumed him entirely – and I knew from the way he held me now that he had willingly given himself completely to me. That night, as he held me, stroking my hair gently, I knew this was no longer a game of cat and mouse. This was love, for me anyway. Dark, twisted, all-consuming, but undeniably real. I wasn’t sure at exactly what point Connor had gone from my hot stalker who gave me mind blowing sex, to the man I couldn’t imagine ever letting go. Maybe it was when he started making my days feel lighter, maybe it was when he reassured me at the Café that I was safe. Fuck, maybe it was even after the first time he laid claim to my body and made me orgasm so hard that I truly did believe I was sleeping with the devil.

But I knew now, he wasn’t the only one that had an obsession anymore. He had become my favourite addiction. Dangerous, consuming, and utterly irresistible.

Chapter 28

Connor

Ileft Max’s apartment late Sunday morning, my body aching in ways I’d never experienced before.

The memory of her dominating me, taking full control of my body and pleasure, lingered like an addictive drug through my veins. I’d never felt so vulnerable yet so fucking free. It had been everything I had secretly craved since my ex shamed me, but something I never dared to fully admit with anyone again. Max had ruined me completely last night, tearing me apart piece by piece and rebuilding me into something new – hers. I didn’t just desire Max anymore – I was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with her. Everything about her stole my breath away; the way her eyes sparkled with mischief when she teased me, the effortless confidence she exuded, the way she made me laugh harder than I had in years, and the intoxicating darkness that danced behind her eyes, matching the twisted darkness within my own. As I drove back home, my mind replayed the night repeatedly. The exquisite feel of being completely at her mercy, restrained and vulnerable beneath her as she teased and tortured me to the brink, denying and giving in equal measure until I’d begged. I’d never fully submitted myself to anyone, not like that, and fuck, I had no idea how truly freeing that could feel. She hadn’t just devoured my body – she’d laid claim to my soul.

And I’d willingly handed it to her.

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