Page 70 of Treacherous
Jayden accepts my answer, moving towards my pussy once again. He takes his time, brushing his lips against my skin, as if he was savouring me. He opens my legs wider, placing every part of me on display.
“I’m going to edge you three times,” he says. “Remember: say lavender and I will stop immediately.”
“I understand,”
I realised early on that Jayden prefers verbal answers rather than nods. It’s something I’ve grown to like about sex between us. There is never any grey area. It’s either yes or nothing happens.
Without another warning, Jayden places his head between my thighs. His tongue glides over my clit, eliciting a moan. It never wavers in intensity, causing pleasure to rush up my spine.
“Fuck, Jayden.”
He hums into my pussy, as if it was his favourite meal. Jayden moves two fingers to my entrance, pushing them inside at an excruciatingly slow pace.
My legs tremble, with every other muscle in my body tightening, begging for a release.
“Please,” the sound is barely a whimper.
It only takes a moment, but every sensation floats from my body. He removes his fingers, and I groan, as my potential orgasm disappears.
I pull my head off the pillows, looking down at Jayden, who has a stupid smirk on his lips.
“You’re lucky my arms aren’t free, otherwise I would suffocate you with my cunt.”
Jayden chuckles–it’s rough and sexy, the sound crashes over my skin, travelling to my clit. He lowers himself back down, running his thumb down my slit. My hips jerk in response, seeking any type of pressure.
“You can suffocate me anytime. Death by your pussy would be the best way to go,”
Jayden doesn’t say anything else before devouring me. He teases me, coaxing me closer to my pleasure. Yet, once again, I never reach it.
The only thing keeping me sane is the fact that he seems to be struggling too. Sweat drips from his forehead, pre-cum coats the tip of his cock. Good. I hope the asshole is suffering.
By the time Jayden finishes the third and final part of my punishment, I’m overly sensitive and begging for an orgasm. My body is covered in sweat, while my arousal is dripping down my inner thighs.
“You did so well, Sweetheart,” Jayden says, reaching across the bed to his side table. He pulls out a condom, not hesitating to slide it over his dick.
“How are you doing?” He asks, positioning himself at my entrance.
He doesn’t move any further, waiting for my response. I tug at the ties around my wrists.
“Can you take these off? I want to touch you,” I plead.
Jayden groans, reaching over me to untie the knots. Once they are off, I twist my wrists in a circle. Jayden’s eyes flash, worry consuming them. He tries to see the slight bruise forming, but I grab his neck before he can. Dragging him closer to me, I nip at the skin below his ear.
“Fuck. Me.” I pant.
Jayden’s moans float into my ear as he thrusts inside me. The bedroom is consumed by our pants and moans, as well as the wet slaps of our bodies colliding.
Every muscle is wound so tight I could explode at any moment, and Jayden isn’t far behind me by the looks.
“Harder. I’m going to–”
The fire washes through me, my cunt clenching around Jayden’s cock as he continues to fuck me through my orgasm. He goes deeper inside me, holding our bodies as close as possible. A sob slips from my lips, the tension continuing to unravel inside me.
“Fuck, Willow.” He pants, his breath grazing my neck.
His cock jerks inside me, filling the condom with his release. Jayden’s thrust slowed, eventually coming to a halt.
We remain where we are, our bodies still connected. I’m clinging onto Jayden for dear life, despite knowing this moment has to end.
