Page 211 of Love Me in the Dark
I had it. I almost had it. The most intense orgasm of my life but he pulled the plug.
He stopped
He hung me out to dry.
I whimpered. My limbs were burning from the pent up release. “Please, let me come. Please…”
“I never said you could come. You have to earn it.”
I tossed my head back, breathing heavily. Tears streamed down my face out of frustration and the deranged bastard licked it off. As he adjusted my restraints, it felt as though blood circulation around my wrists had halted.
He flipped me over, burying my face into the sheets.
“We are not done here.”
My face was buriedinto the sheets. It muffled my breathings. My ass was in the air, all in his face and I was so sure he could see my glistening pussy from this position.
I shuddered, electricity sprouting on my skin at the contact when he reached beneath me to cup a feel of my sensitive breasts.
“Do they hurt?” He twisted a nipple.
I moaned, soiling the sheets with my saliva.
“You are such a needy slut.” My body was still sore and trembling from the pent-up release. I felt full without even having anything inside of me.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you now?” the cuffs around my wrists and legs clicked open.
I furrowed my brows. My hands were snatched behind me and he tied them up. My heart pounded against my ribcage because I had a feeling that whatever it was that he was about to do to me, I was going to be munching on the sheets like a bag of chips.
Something cold, dangerous enough to make my nipples harden and caused beads of sweat to trickle down my cleavage, landed on my spine.
I tried to discern what it was but he grabbed my hair, fisting on it and pressed my face into the mattress.
“I'm going to fuck you with this and you will scream for me.” My heart leapt to my chest.
The object scaled down my back, teasing my butt hole and I groaned at the intrusion.
“Is…is that a pistol?” I took a wild guess.
“Good girl.” He sounded impressed. “You'd love to be fucked with this, won't you?”
My words were crushed in my throat when he glided the barrel of the gun up and down my pussy. My whimper was deep-throated and I buried my face into the pillow like I was trying to run from it—from him.
“Ohhh…”
“You love that?”
“Yes, ugh, yes!”
The tip parted my moist folds, teasing my clit enough to make me wiggle and trash against his predatory hold. The cool metal slid over my clit, horror and excitement slashing through me at the thought of having a dangerous weapon that took life intruding in my body.
It was as terrific as it was exciting.
“Breathe for me, baby. I'm going to need you to relax. You can take it.” He cooed, patting my hair.
I drew in a long breath and slowly puffed it out. The tip was thrusted slowly into me and I felt my breath close up. It was both foreign and exciting at the same time. My toes curled and I scratched at the covers as he thrust it out of me before plunging it back in.
“Fuck!” the mattress stuffed in my face swallowed up my moans.
