Page 16 of The Sins That Bleed
CHAPTER 8
Cobwebs & Cum
VALESKA
“You’re going to stand there and fuck your fist while I watch. And when you are about to come, you’re going to beg for me to let you spill your seed, can you do that for me, mon chéri?”
I ask him the question even though I already know the answer. I can hear his heart pounding faster with every word I say. Having him obey me, fucking me with his gun, was incredible. I abhor how he makes me feel but already I’m craving his touch while I command it.
“Yes, mon cauchemar.”
I manoeuvre around him, my fingers still gripped tightly in his hair, forcing his body to turn with me. I let go once he’s facing the bed, if you can call it one, that’s tucked near the corner of his room. Considering how big he is, it’s a wonder he can even sleep in it.
When I entered the room, long before he noticed me, I saw his bare feet hanging off the end of the bed. He mustn’t be getting paid much if this is how he’s living. I can’t help but think how fucked up that is. Saving people, doing real hero shit, and this is how he lives.
I take a seat before him, leaning back on my elbows and taking my time perusing his body. His clothes were not doing him justice—I could tell how jacked he was but seeing him now, he looks like Ares, the Greek god. Every muscle is large and defined. I can count eight ab muscles before it tapers into his sweats.
Motherfucker.
“Such a pretty boy aren’t you. Standing over me like this, desperate to work your cock for me. Take it out, mon chéri, let me see you.”
My voice is thick with lust, the lace of my underwear damp with need. I detest how attracted to him I am. I should be torturing him for how he dared to speak to me earlier with such disrespect, but the connection to him is too strong.
With a torturous slowness, he eases his grey sweats down, inch by inch, until his throbbing cock springs free. Saliva floods my mouth; desperation filling me with the need to put my lips around him and suck every drop of cum from him.
“Oh, isn’t he lovely?” I smile in appreciation, swiping my tongue over my lips as I sit up to see him better. “Touch yourself, show me how you like it.”
He watches my every move as his hand glides over his cock, and I have to grip the sheets to stop myself from reaching for him to find out how velvety smooth it is. He pumps languidly, in no rush to reach his climax, taking his time to seek his pleasure.
I moan and reward him by spreading my legs. His eyes dip to where they are parted as he waits for me to give him more. I tease the edge of my skirt up until my black thong is on display for him, leaning back on one arm while my other hand ghosts over the material.
“Fuck,” he grits out, his hand working faster.
Our attention fights between what our hands are doing and searching each other’s eyes, daring the other to break first. Hisare filled with hate and lust, mirroring my own as I play with my clit, our sinful noises of rapture weaving together.
“That’s it, work yourself until you’re begging me to let you come. Break for me.”
My words have the desired effect, casting a spell that has his fist stroking with speed, and I match his pace. We’re both close to the edge but there’s one more thing I want from him before we do. I need to taste him like he tasted me.
“Please,please let me come,” he rasps.
It’s euphoric to have a pretty and desperate man like him beg me for release.
“Come in my mouth, mon chéri. I want to taste your hot seed as you shatter for me.”
I keep touching myself as I move toward him, tipping my head slightly as I open my mouth and stick my tongue out, ready to catch the hot rope of cum from his cock. It sends him over the edge, and I feel the sticky liquid shoot into the back of my throat and over my lips, chin, and nose.
I come hard as I swallow him down, licking it off my lips whilst he’s panting hard. I take my time to wipe every drop from my face and suck it down my throat—he tastes even better than I imagined. I thought this would get him out of my system, but the craving has grown stronger.
“Good boy, you did so well for me.”
His hands wrap around my throat before he throws me across the room. Instead of landing in a heap, I roll and get to my feet. The motherfucker caught me off guard. I’ll make him regret it. I snarl as I stalk toward him, ready to make him pay.
“Get the fuck out of my apartment. If you ever come in here uninvited again, I’ll put a bullet between your eyes.”
His gun is now trained on me and he’s righted his sweatpants. What a shame. He grips a knife in his other hand; hemust stash it under his pillow so it’s easy to reach. I’ll remember that for next time.
“Are you flirting with me, mon chéri?” Confusion flits across his face. “You have a knife, if I’d known, we could’ve had averyinteresting night.”
