Page 41 of Sadist

“Fuck, Octavia.”

My cheeks heated as she grasped both my thighs and pushed them wide, the fingers of one hand wet against my skin. I moved to cover myself with my hands and froze at her growled warning.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

My hands lingered in the air.

“Put your hands above your head and hold on to the headboard or I will turn you over and cane your arse until it bleeds. I want to look at what’s mine.”

I stopped breathing for a moment at those words. My mind went blank as my body heated. I don’t even think she knew what she had just said, her attention entirely focused on my body.

The ache that had been with me all day was reaching uncomfortable levels, the need for her to touch me as I lay bared to her so overwhelming, that my hips rolled impatiently.

Her hands gripped my thighs tight enough to bruise as her gaze rose to meet mine.

“So impatient for my tongue,” she crooned, giving my hands a pointed look. “It’s a shame you need to learn how to listen first because you look fucking delicious.”

My hands immediately went to the headboard and grasped it, eliciting an amused huff from her.

“Well behaved when you want something, I see.” Her hand drifted slowly upward, the tips of her fingers brushing the crease of my thigh, and I nearly moaned in frustration as it paused there, but my own stubbornness wouldn’t let me plead for her to touch me. Not yet…

“I know a good deal when I see one,” I said, my voice far too breathy for my liking.

There was a flash of tooth as she smirked at me again, and then my heart skipped a beat as she bent, dropping a delicate kiss on my abdomen.

“Let’s see how cocky you are in a moment,” she murmured against my skin.

“Oh god,” I breathed as she kissed lower, my knuckles popping against the wooden frame. Her hands pushed my legs impossibly wider as another kiss dropped even lower, the warmth of her tongue flicking briefly against my skin. I let outanother strangled curse that I’m almost sure was disgustingly blasphemous, though I could have been reciting the bible at that point and wouldn’t have known.

“There’s no god here baby,” she murmured, her breath warm against my aching body. “But your soul is about to be mine.”

I gasped as her tongue slid over my clit, and there was nothing teasing about it. I didn’t have a chance to compose myself before she had me pinned under a steel grip, her tongue the only thing I could think about as she ravished my already tightly strung body. I came embarrassingly quickly, so fast that I wasn’t prepared for it, my body arching off the bed with a guttural cry, my vision darkening. She shifted, the bed dipped, and then her lips were on mine, stealing the last of my breath as I tasted myself on her tongue.

“See how good you taste?” she whispered, slipping an arm under me to pull me up the bed. “Catch your breath, Sweets, because I’m not nearly done with you yet.

Her lips found mine again, swallowing my cry as she hitched my shaking leg over her hip and pushed the strap into me, bottoming out on the first, long thrust.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t do anything except cling to the headboard as her lips moved to my throat, her teeth grazing the delicate skin there. My heart was a staccato beat in my ears as her hand into my hair and pulled my head back to give herself greater access to my throat, her hips fucking into me in long, deep thrusts.

“Don’t move those hands,” she warned, her breath hot on my neck, before she pushed herself up, snatching a pillow as she did, and pushed it beneath my hips.

I cried out as the angle had her strap hitting new depths, my legs locking around her hips and drawing her harder against me, my head kicking back into the mattress.

“Theo,” I gasped, as the bite of pain that came with every thrust hurtled me toward yet another orgasm.

She pushed my leg wide, her other hand pinning me to the bed, her thumb resting over one of the cuts at my collarbone as she pressed down.

“You’re taking me so well,” she said, thrusting so deep my mouth fell open in a silent scream. “Breathe for me,” she murmured, her hand sliding up my chest to wrap around my throat. “Because that’s mine too.”

My heartbeat hammered in my ears as she squeezed, the breath I had taken at her words trapped in my lungs. I felt like I would combust at any moment, caught in her web of pleasure. My vision dimmed at the corners, and she released her grip.

“Breathe,” she ordered, with a deep thrust of the strap.

I gasped, and her hand closed around my throat again. There was only her, and what she was doing to me—the edge of oblivion she had taken me to.

“Fuck, you are perfect.” Her words were distant over the ringing in my ears, her hips slowing their rhythm as her free hand slid down to tease my clit, her capable fingers driving me toward release. A sudden pressure that was nearly too much had my eyes flying to where she had turned her hand, sliding a finger inside me along the top of the toy as she fucked me with both.

“I want to feel this one,” she said breathlessly, just as her finger crooked within me and I saw stars. “Come for me, Sweets. I want tohearhow good this feels.” She thrust harder, her finger working in tandem, and it only took two more rough thrusts for the orgasm to shatter me. My body locked as she released my throat, the head rush that hit me a second later making the orgasm even more intense. My hands flew from the headboard to her legs, my nails digging into her skin as I gasped through the strongest orgasm of my life, the proof of it flooding the bed beneath me.

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