Page 77 of Paradox
“No… P–please.”
“I like hearing you beg.”
“It’s not enough.”
“Not enough?” he scoffs. “That’s not very nice.”
“I need more. I need to feel you better.”
“I’m not sure if you’re ready for that, little one.”
“But you are… Tell me you don’t want it, too.”
“I don’t need to prove a damn thing to you.”
“I’m sorry,” I pant, barely able to find the words I need through the fog. “Just… Just use me.”
The depths of the grunt that rumbles up from Eden’s chest is nothing short of primitive as he tugs my sweats down my thighs.
My ass is bare, and his fingers are forcing their way into my mouth.
At first, I hiss at the lingering taste of raw fish, but it’s a small price to pay.
He digs at the back of my tongue till I gag. Then, from the corner of my eye, I see him put the same three fingers into his own mouth as deep as he can get them.
“You taste better than I do,” he smirks, and drags his fingers up from my taint, and over my hole. My hips buck despite the lightness of his touch—so he does it again. “Does that feel good?”
I try to nod, and he releases my head.
I brace myself with my forearm on one of the steps beneath me.
Harder this time, Eden digs a finger into my taint and strokes forward towards my balls.
“Fuck!” I cry out, and cling to his arm by my side.
Then, he’s making his way back to my hole.
He circles light, then firmer, until I’m sure he’s going to sink a finger inside me.
“Oh, god. Yes.”
“You sound like a fucking whore already, and this is only the first time you’ve ever been touched.”
The embarrassment I feel adds no guilt to the truth of his statement. It only proves that this is who I’ve been the whole time. Gay, and a slutty, needy sub, at that. And it took being stuck in this freaking cabin with my tormentor for me to see it.
“Please, Eden,” I whine. “I can take more. Ineedmore.”
“More of what?” he taunts, teasing me with his middle finger.
My lips open and close but nothing comes out.
“Is this what you want?”
At first it's firm then light, firm then light—in the one spot, like he’s pressing a button over and over again. Then there’s a strain, and I feel him push inside me. It’s not much, but it’s enough for my back to arch and my tongue to almost fall out of my mouth.
“More,” I demand.
He gives me another one of his satanic laughs, then sinks a knuckle deeper.
