Page 92 of Devious Delusions

“I once begged you to save me. I got down on my knees and you laughed in my face.”

My eyes screw shut as he slowly pushes inside me, each inch wider than the last. My head slowly taps against the base of the box.

“Delilah, please, don’t do this. Please, I’m begging you not to. Just tell the truth,” he says.

My back arches and the rat crawls under my waist, forcing me to remain in place. The prickly fur on its body tickles my back and I try to increase the space between us, but it only pushes me further into Ghost.

He massages between my hips and continues, “I’ll still be here for you. I still love you. Please tell them the truth. I’ll lie for you and tell them it was an accident. Just don’t make me go through this.”

When he’s finished, his breathing is ragged and his thrusts speed up as he slams forward. The chains rattle from the force and the rat gets spooked as my lower back brushes the side of its body.

“Fucking please. Delilah.”

The box rocks as he fucks me. I can’t focus on the insects or animal around me as his cool spit lands on my clit. He circles my clit with his thumb and the mix of different temperatures forces my moans out. He stops living in his delusional ass mind and slaps the tips of his fingers against my inner thigh as he fills with awe.

“You love this, love me, don’t you?”

I shake my head and my breathing is all I can hear as the living floor crawls over my body. Every sense in my body is being stimulated. There’s not an inch of skin that is free of some sensation and my arms and legs tingle from being held in place.

Ghost fucks me like he has all the time in the world. The torturously slow movements add frustration to my fucked up emotions and I ask for the same thing I always do despite the situation I’ve found myself in.

“Let me see you, please. Just once.”

He gives the same answer he has previously. “You already have.”

The rat scurries out from under my waist and I drop flat against the box. It fucking hates me and walks along the side of my body until it stops just below my armpit. The whiskers press against the side of my tit and the squeaking is louder. Ghost speeds up and he makes rapid circles on my clit.

The sounds echo around my ears with the confined space. Each squeak, click, and moan is amplified. I’m close and I clench around him, hoping that his release will also mean I’ll be freed from the restraints.

But he pulls out and drops to his knees as though he’s pledging his devotion to me. His eyes are on me, and he massages the backs of my thighs as he runs the flat of his tongue through my slit. There’s no latex. He’s taken his glove off. The other on the back of my thigh still has the barrier, but for the first time he’s touching me without a glove, and his palm is warm.

His mouth is warmer as he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks.

“Fuuuuuuuuucccckkkk,” I moan low in my throat.

He smiles. The ski mask over his cheeks pushes up and applies more shadows to his eyes as he gently sucks my clit and alternates the sucking with pressing the flat of his tongue to the sensitive nerves. My thighs try to close but the leather straps stop them, and I scream as he pushes three fingers into me.

My climax is ripped from me as he pushes all three fingers deeper inside of me so his knuckles are pressed flat to my skin. Curling them up, he softly bites my clit and light bursts behind my eyes.

“Come for me, my pretty girl.” He blows on my clit. “One more time before it ends.”

I’m still in the throes of my release that I miss the endearment change, and the threat. My body shudders and it knocks the insects off my stomach and chest. The rat moves further up, away from my twitching body and stops above myhead, my hair gets caught in its feet but Ghost twists his fingers inside me.

My release is prolonged, and my mouth opens on a breathless scream.

“That’s my girl. You love when I play with your pussy.”

The leather creaks against the back of my knees as my body violently shakes and he spits down between my ass cheeks. He circles his spit with his thumb and continues fucking me with his fingers.

“You love your ass being fucked even more.”

He slowly increases the pressure, and my chest rises to the heavens as he flicks my clit with his tongue. A scream erupts at the same time as my entire body seizes and my ears ring from the force of the pleasure flooding my system.

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GHOST

Ineed to see her face to be able to come. It’s always been the same and I know she fucking remembers me. She knows who I am. She fucking has to, or it means I’m nothing to her and I can’t accept a world where Delilah took over my life only to forget me.

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