Page 57 of Bottoms Up
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My sadistic, devastating, unapologetically merciless lover flogged my dick and pussy back and forth — fifty strikes to one, fifty to the other — while he buried his cock in my throat.
And I mean he fucking buried himself in my damned esophagus, so there was no way to breathe.
Okay, so he’d pull back just enough to let me exhale, let me gasp in a ragged inhale — before fucking me deep again.
He was in my mind, tracking every signal, every shift in breath, every flicker of panic before it turned real. Iknewhe was in my head, yetanotherway he was inside me, plus vampires have all kinds of ways to keep track of how we humans are doing so they don’t accidentally kill us. However, my fight-or-flight response roared to life and I needed to flee, but with my feet trapped up around my shoulders, legs wide apart, he had me pinned. Held.Taken.
And my arms being free just made it worse. I could flail and thrash, ineffectively attempt to fight my way free, to futilely push him away, but nothing worked. It just added to the panic. The adrenaline. The fear.
There was no way to run. No way to fight.
Only surrender.
Onlyhim. In my mouth, choking and gagging me, using me. Flogging my dick, then my pussy. No escape.
Adrenaline surged. Endorphins soared. I wasn’tthinkinganymore — justfeeling— fire and stretch and fullness and need. Raw, mindless need.
And then he leaned forward and took my dick into his mouth at thesame timehe fucked my cunt with his fingers. Deep, hard, fast. Thrusting against every place inside me that’d ever made me come undone.
And then hebit me. Sank his fucking teeth into my cock.
And I came.
From my cock. From my pussy.At the same fucking time.
I screamed — I think I screamed — or maybe I just came so hard it felt like screaming. I didn’t even know that was possible. He’d told me he could only trigger one kind of vampire-induced orgasm at a time, but this…this was both.
And it went on. And on.And on.
My entire body shook, spasmed, writhed. My dick pulsed into his mouth and he drank me down. My pussy clamped down around too many fingers, spreading me open, stretching me.Pounding me.
I was drowning in pleasure. My brain overloaded. My nerves fried. I thought I’d die of ecstasy.
Please, Sir!I telepathed because I couldn’t form words.Please, have mercy!
You wanted to orgasm, amore mio.
I don’t think I blacked out. Maybe I did. I don’t remember him releasing my ankles. Don’t remember him shifting me, cradling me in his arms.
But when I blinked, I was there. Safe. Held. Shaking in his arms like something delicate — like something owned.
“There you are,” he said. “Breathe for me. No talking until your heartbeat is back so it’s at leastcloseto normal.”
Once he pointed it out, I felt my heart galloping in my chest, so I focused on my breathing. Every thump felt like it echoed through my ribs. I closed my eyes and followed the rhythm of my breath, drawing air deep, letting it out slowly, letting him guide me back.
Before it was back at my resting heart rate, but well on the way there, he said, “Our plaything’s nearing the end of his endurance for this pose. He’ll endure for hours more if he has to, but his arousal levels won’t last much longer.”
I glanced at him and saw his cock had gone soft, the cage hanging heavy and still above the strained muscles of his torso. “Looks like they’re already gone.”
“Some directed attention will make him hard again, even without a bite. Another thirty minutes, and he won’t get hard without being bitten again. I can do that, but it feels as if we should let him down soon.”
“Then we will. Go ahead and get started. I’ll drink some juice and join you.”
He moved that giant body with his usual unhurried grace, walking to the glass-front fridge without looking back. Even now, after every nerve had been wrung out, after every edge of me had been touched or pushed or claimed, I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
“You’ll need salt, too,” he said, opening the small fridge. “But that can wait until we’re back in our room.”
