Page 106 of Debts and Desires
“Uh-uh. Eyes on me, baby.” I opened my eyes, looking down at him. “Watch as I eat this pretty,” he gave a slow, deliberate lick, “delicious,” another lick, “pussy of yours.” I panted, trying to calm myself as he went again and again. “So fuckin’ sweet.” My breath caught in my throat at his words, my body tingling with the need for release.
He continued his assault on me, his tongue teasing me in ways no one else ever had. I tried to pull away, to close my legs, the need to come taking over. I was right there, ready to plummet off that cliff. He pulled away, blowing gently on my clit. I let out a growl of my own. I couldn’t do this. It was too much. I wanted to come so badly, needed it. I bit my lip hard, trying to hold back the scream building in my throat. I didn’t want him to stop.
“Carter…” I pleaded.
“Yes?”
“I want to come, please.”
“No.”
Carter went down again, not allowing me any reprieve. Again, he built me up and stopped right before. He repeated this several times. My body was shaking. I felt like I was about to lose my mind.
“Please,” I begged again.
“Not yet.”
“You’re an asshole!” I cried.
“Oh, darlin’,” he chuckled. “You haven’t seen anythin’ yet.” I stared at him, my eyes pleading, begging him to take pity on me and let me come.
When that didn’t work, I gritted out, “Let me come or so help me!”
“Or what? Hmm? What could you possibly do?”
“I’ll leave as soon as you untie me!”
“Then I won’t ever untie you.”
“You will eventually.”
Carter climbed on top of me, teeth bared, his face over mine, still damp with my arousal.
“You go ahead and try to leave me, Emogen, and I will hunt you down and drag you back.” I squeaked, actually squeaked. “There isn’t anythin’ you can say that will make me speed this up. But go ahead, keep tryin’.” His hand came between us, dragging down my body and to my pussy.
“I-I’ll give you more hours?”
“Nope.”
“I’ll start calling you Leviticus.” That one he paused on, just a moment.
“I don’t mind when you say it.” I let out a deep growl of frustration, trying to move.
“Fuck you,” I gritted.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted. “None of that.”
“Or what?”
“Oh, Buttercup.” He reached over to the bedside table, holding up the ball gag. “Or this.” My eyes went big as he started moving toward me with it. I’d never used one before and it looked terrifying. Would it hurt? Would it constantly gag me?
“No, Carter!” I thrashed. “I’ll be good.”
“Somethin’ tells me you won’t.”
“I-I will.”
“Fine. I won’t use the ball gag.” He sat it back down, then placed both hands on either side of my head and bent down. “I’ll just use my dick. It’s been way too long since I fucked your sweet little mouth. And I know how much you like doing it.”
