Page 93 of Onyx Realm

Markos rose, leaning over me.

“Stronzo!” I gasped, my core pulsing wildly.

He didn’t say anything as he watched me writhe and struggle against the ropes. My hair was likely in knots at this point. When I couldn’t relieve the pressure myself, I quit wriggling and glared at him.

Only to see him pumping his cock in his fist.

I froze. A mewl choked from my throat. He was getting off on seeing me this way.

Breathless, I watched him take his pleasure. It lasted for a few more strokes before he released his cock and brought his fingers to my slit.

He’s teasing both of us.

I had no experience, no knowledge of what to do in this bondage situation. So I said the only thing I could think of to show my submission.

“Please, Markos. Touch me, please,” I breathed. This was my punishment—the inability to take what I needed. It could only be offered to me.

The monster from the deep was merciful.

His finger pushed inside me, curling deep. The sensation made me moan.

“You’re doing so well, Serena,” he murmured.

I whimpered.

A second finger joined the first, and he ravaged my body. But a mad idea formed in my mind. Before I could think it through, I spoke.

“Let me see you,” I said breathlessly. “Let me see you touch yourself.”

He stilled.

The only sound was that of the AC kicking over. The soft whir brought no relief to my heated skin.

And then his fingers curled.

Another explosion of stars shot across my field of vision. This time, however, I swore they were in the room instead of my imagination.

“Watch.”

I blinked at the pirate looming over me. His hand glided from root to tip before tracing the path back down.

My pussy clenched greedily at the sight.

“Órkhis, prinkípissa, you squeeze me so good.”

I was right there, ready to come all over his fingers. The steady rhythm gave me physical pleasure while the way he touched himself took it to the next level of eroticism. Each breath exhaled on a needy whimper. Markos fucked me with his fingers until my body trembled.

Once more, it came to a screeching halt.

“I was right there!” I screamed.

Markos lifted his glistening finger to his lips and sucked.

I lay there, panting hard and watching.

The pause gave our bodies time to come down naturally, but the fire still smoldered. He moved over me, covering my body with his. He took his time kissing and scoring each breast with his teeth. There would likely be bruises from the places he sucked. Each press of his mouth created a pop of pleasure.

So focused on his mouth, I didn’t realize his cock was pressed against my entrance until he slid himself deep inside. Blood flow restricted from the rope, skin heightened by the teasing of his mouth, I was a bundle of sensitive nerves when he finally brought us together.

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