Page 37 of Stutter

“Perfect.” He purrs in my ear and shivers shoot down my spine.

I groan when he removes his digits, but soon I feel something else going in me, round and cold and the vibrations on my clit elevate, buzzing. His free hand goes to my lower stomach as another ball slips into my ass. “These are anal beads. They’re on a string. The largest one is already inside of your tight ass.” He nuzzles me, inhaling my scent and he groans, that deep rumble in his chest causes me to salivate.

One by one they go in until I feel so full and I’m so close to coming I’m shaking. “Please…” I beg.

“A little more, Siren.” His voice caresses me like the finest silk, blanketing me and right as my thighs begin to quiver, right when I’m about to implode, he reaches down and removes the still vibrating toy and it, too, clatters to the floor.

“No!” I scream.

“Yes,” he growls, rounding to be in front of me and pulls what looks like rubber clothesline clips connected by a chain. He puts one on my nipple, and it clamps down, then the other. “Color?”

“Green.” I moan when he pulls on the chain – it burns so fucking good. It’s too good. There’s so many sensations buzzing alive inside me.

“Beautiful.” He replies, eyes glittering with approval and then he easily drops to the ground on his knees. His mouth findsme, slick and swollen and so fucking hot. I thrust onto his waiting tongue, and he smacks my backside, pulling away from me andGod. “You’ve always tasted so fucking good. Pretty little pussy.Fuck.”

“Please!” I cry out, but I don’t know what I’m asking for.

“Desperate little thing, aren’t you?” He chuckles against my sensitive flesh.

How do I answer that? Honestly. “Yes!” I sob, writhing, desperate to come on his tongue.

“If and when you come, it’ll be on my cock. Not my tongue. Not my fingers. You’ll be gripping and squeezing my dick when and if I let you come, Raven. You left me in a dark place.You left me in the dark.” His voice is hoarse and there are so many emotions swirling in the dark of his eyes I want to break out of my chains to hold him.

Because he’s right.

I may have given him a binder, but I left him with more questions I was barely able to answer, and my heart burns with regret. I should have told him everything from the beginning.

I inhale slowly, trying to compose myself even though this is so difficult. “Green.” I rasp. “Green.” It comes out as a curse and a plea.

He shoves his fingers into me, and the hot, wet silk of his tongue finds my clit again as he curls it, licking and laving and lapping as if he’s trying to drink me until he drowns. I shake and quiver, earning every fucking smack against my ass when I buck into his mouth ‘accidentally,’ seeking the comfort of his torture. His hands go to my hips, gripping so tightly I know I’m going to bruise.

I almost shatter at the thought of knowing he’s branding me with his touch. That I’ll be able to skim my fingers over the bruises later and know this wasreal. I let out a sob.

Every time I reach the brink, get closer to ecstasy, the heat in my core coiling, my abdomen tightening, he pulls away from me, laughing when I cry out in frustration.

Maddening.

I don’t know how much time as gone by. Minutes. Hours. My arms ache, my feet hurt, I can feel my slick dripping down my legs, reaching my ankles. I’m sobbing in exasperation. “Please…”

“Poor, filthy little rich girl… not getting what you want. Look at you, crying for my cock.” He stands, and I relax on the balls of my feet as much as I can as he leaves me again, bringing back a handkerchief to wipe my nose, but my tears he leaves. He tosses it to the ground and his fingers find me again, caressing where I’m so needy I feel like I’m going to die. His other hand goes up, fingers tangling themselves in my hair, his nose to mine. I’m a mess. I know I am. Pulling me closer to kiss my jaw, under my ear, my collarbone and back up. I melt into him only for him to withdraw his finger and I whine. I can’t help it.

I want his brand of torture to settle into my bones and latch onto the marrow. I want him forever but why can’t I just say that? I whimper and it makes him grin so wickedly like a predator about to attack, but then his smile falters and I swear, his gaze sears me from the inside out, so hot and full of desire and anger, I canfeelit.

“I don’t think you understand the maddening effect nor the gravity of this situation, Siren. I don’t think you understand exactly how deranged I’ve become just by loving you. If you run, I will chase you. If you hide, I will find you. If you jump, I will catch you. If you fall, I will be there when you land.” He purrs against my skin, sending goosebumps to ripple. I’m afraid to move even though I’m aching. “There is no escaping me anymore and if you want to burn your world down, then I’ll hand you the match and fan the goddamn flames as you set it ablaze. But you and I, we burntogether.” He growls, crashing his lips to mine.

There’s a bit of movement and he finally, finally picks up my legs for me, and shoves every thick, hard inch of his cock inside me in one almost bruising, brutal thrust, swallowing every noise I make when I scream at the glorious stretch of him. I’m so full, so incredibly full of him, more tears burst from my eyes and when I open them, I find him already staring at me, bursts of gold and black flecks in his green eyes watching me break for him.

“Always my good fucking girl taking every inch of my cock into your hungry, desperate cunt.”

I shiver, wishing I could break through and wrap my arms around him. “Mmm-more, pl-pl-please.. d-d-don’t.. ss-stop.”

He doesn’t. He thrusts deeper, harder, shorter strokes.

I’m at his mercy but I don’t fucking want it. My back and shoulders are so tender, but every thrust brings me so much closer to heaven. To hell and back. “You want me to let you come?”

“Please!”

“That’s my sweet fucking girl. Exactly how I want you. Come, Raven, so I can fill you up. Come with me. Be a good girl. There you go. Take every fucking inch of me you desperate, dirty, little cumslut.” He tugs on the string in my ass, and the movement of the anal beads sends me spiraling.

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