Page 8 of Deviant Illusions

There’s only so much self-control a starving man can possess, and I take a step forward. My hands automatically reach for her, and I hold her thighs to lift her to meet my face. Her knees rest on my shoulders and she cries out in relief before I’ve even tasted her. Tears stream down her face and drip onto her reddened chest as I suck her clit between my teeth.

Keeping my hand flat against her ass, I groan into her and stroke my dick as her taste coats my tongue. Each movement is a contradiction, a bite followed by my tongue soothing the sting, matching how I feel towards Delilah. She clenches as I circle her ass with my thumb, and I bite her pussy lips. It forces a scream out of her, more tears streaming down her face, and my fucking name echoing through the unused lake house that now belongs to me.

“KANE!” I make the mistake of looking up, of looking into her treacherous eyes, and she whimpers like the pathetic mess she is. “Kane, please.”

“What are you begging for, koukla mou?” I croon as I increase the pressure against her ass. The clenching isn’t out of discomfort. She’s trying to pull me closer.

Fuck this.

I take a step back and drop my hand. But she tightens her legs against my shoulders, her knees bracketing my jaw as shemanages to twist her leg so her calf is flat between my shoulders. Digging my fingers into her thighs, I watch the fear on her face. This close to her, with her pussy right in front of my face, I can smell how much she’s getting off on this.

My laugh is cruel as I press my fingers harder into her skin. “You really do love dick more than life.”

The rope scratches against the sides of her neck as she shakes her head and croaks, “Don’t. Please don’t leave me here.” She takes in a shaky breath and whispers, “Like this.”

That’s her fucking issue? Being left naked? Not anything I could do to her? Even now, she will always see me as less, a game that she can conquer and take over.

I soften my hold on her thighs to appear agreeable as I say, “Okay, let’s play. If you win, I’ll allow you one piece of clothing.”

She nods and strains her neck to look at the beam she’s attached to before countering, “You’ll let me down?”

I hum and peel her thighs off me. Placing her feet on the upturned table legs, I remain in the same spot and tuck my dick away before she can have the pleasure of knowing she has me harder than I’ve ever been before or leaking precum like a fucking teenager. Her lips part on a gasp as I roughly push three fingers into her. “Look at your used cunt, begging for more.”

Her thighs tremble and she rocks, riding my hand, as I push another finger into her.

“You want my full fucking fist inside you, don’t you?”

There’s no answer other than her moans. But she’s leaking down my wrist and circling her hips. I need her to break and use my free hand to slap the back of my fingers on her clit.

“Kane, fuck, please,” she moans low in her throat. It’s deeper than her normal voice, more like keening, or a gremlin.

My middle knuckle slams off her clit and she tenses around another moan. “Does it look like you’re in charge?”

Those fucking eyes fix right on me. The depth of the blue is magnified with her tears, and it’s as though I’ve been transported back in time. I’m fifteen years old again and Delilah is upset. She looks at me for help, like I’m theonlyone who can help her.

I push it all away and slowly work my thumb inside her with my other fingers. Her low groaning and moaning is making it harder for me to stay in control, so I push three fingers of my free hand into her mouth. Pressing them flat against the middle of her tongue, I push my thumb under her chin and hold her head in place as she shakes.

She stretches around my fist, and I clamp my teeth around her right nipple. A scream vibrates through her chest, and I fuck her with hard, shallow thrusts. My hand is fully coated in her, like my life, and I slowly pull my head back with her nipple still held between my teeth. Her skin bleaches white from the force, and she shudders while attempting to maintain her perch on the legs.

A violent gag vibrates against my fingers as I push them further into her mouth. I bite across her chest, leaving little red marks in my wake. I groan around her unabused nipple as I suck it between my teeth, and she watches me. She’s waiting for the pain. Excitement flashes in her eyes.

“Beg,” I mumble into her tit.

Delilah’s words are forced back down her throat as I push my fingers further back and I let her nipple go with a wet pop.

“Such a pathetic little whore,” I taunt as she moans. “Is that hole inside of you filled now? Or do I need to bury my full arm inside of you?”

Another mumble and I push my hand up until more of my palm is inside of her. The mumbling turns to small little whimpers that I mock as I bite up her chest to her neck.

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DELILAH

Kane sinks his teeth into me. They press into my flesh just below my collarbone, above my racing heart, and push his pain into me. I translate it as something exciting, something I crave, and moan as my chin drops down. My air is constricted due to the noose against my windpipe, and the beam creaks as my weight sinks further.

I’m unsteady on the legs of the table, and he knows it as he copies my fearful whimper, taunting me. “Beg me, koukla mou.” I clench as he twists his fist inside me. “Convince me that your worthless fucking life means something.” He bites into my cheek and sucks my tears off my skin before he continues, “Beg like I did when I had something to live for.”

The coarse rope scrapes against my skin. It burns, but it is nothing in comparison to his hate. No, hate is too tame to describe the look in his eyes. It’s pure loathing. He detests me. The one person who made me feel like I was someone of worthdespisesme.

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