Page 95 of Dreadful
“Fine. I promise I’ll communicate.” This angle is already giving me back normal breaths, and the rush feels like I’m flying.
His eyes narrow on me. “If you don’t, I’ll never let you come.”
“Okay, okay! I promise.” I’m shocked that I actually mean it this time, and whatever expression I have must be convincing because he nods once before slowly letting me down. That blood rush hits again like a rolling wave, and I moan.
“That goddamn mouth is going to be the death of me,” he mutters and holds himself to guide into me. “I’m going to come in you, but don’t swallow,vipera. Hold my cum in your mouth until I tell you what to do next.”
“Okay. I’m ready.”
He gives me one more sip of breath before driving back into me. His hands are tight around my head, holding me with reverence even as his cock ravages my open mouth. At this angle, I can see around his shaft to his feral expression. His eyes are intense on me, his face reddening, and the veins in his temples protrude as he exerts all his energy into fucking my mouth.
Drool collects at the corner of my lips, and he stretches his large hands to swipe it away with his thumbs. His hips are wild with abandon, and my vision grows hazy at the edges. I think I’m on the verge of passing out when he suddenly pulls out of my throat but keeps the tip just inside my lips. He grabs his shaft and holds my head still as he angles himself against my tongue.
“Don’t swallow,dolcezza.”
He gives my mouth small thrusts before he moans, and hot jets of his cum splash against my tongue. It’s salty and musky on my tastebuds, and I’m enthralled by the look of utter ecstasy on his face. His hips jolt against the air, begging to plunge deeper into my throat, but he stays at the front of my mouth.
When he finishes, he gazes down at me with some feral emotion hardening his features. I’m too confused to identify it, but once again, my body knows more than I do, and my chest aches. I’m so intoxicated by this intimate, undivided attention, I almost forget that I still haven’t come yet.
Hey, wait—
His cock pops out of my mouth, but I keep his cum pooled on the roof of my mouth. He tucks his cock back into his jeans without bothering to zip up and yanks his belt off of his wrist and slings it to the back wall. Once his wrist is free, he bends low to meet my gaze and cups his hand in front of my lips.
“Spit.”
Confusion wrinkles my brow, but I do as he says, gathering his salty seed and spitting it into his hand. My aim isn’t perfect. Actually, it’s a fucking mess, but he uses his other hand to clean my lips and cheeks, wiping off the remnants of him.
When he’s finished, he stands up and disappears from my vision. All I have to look at is the semi-hard bulge behind his boxers. The head pokes out of the elastic waistband, and a droplet of cum still rests on the tip. I jolt forward and lick it off before he has a chance to move away.
He hisses with pleasure, and his hips jut back. “Fuck, you drive me mad,vipera. Here I thought your fangs were coming out.”
“Not yet.” I giggle back.
My brain shouts at me to quit fawning over the man who has me bound and just gagged me with his cock. But once again, my body is in control around Sev, and he has something I still need. An orgasm. I wriggle around the handle of my knife, trying to get it.
“I thought you said you were going to make me come.”
My heartbeat has been able to slow down after all the action, but it’s getting harder to catch air in my lungs. If he doesn’t turn me upright soon, I might pass out, but I don’t want to give in just yet.
“Patience,dolcezza. I said I would make you come. I didn’t say when. And it certainly won’t be until you give me my answers.”
“What? That’s unfair—”
He pulls out the knife from my pussy, and edged pleasure makes me choke on the rest of my sentence. My eyes widen at the blade just above the pearl handle, now stained scarlet.
“Did you cut me?!”
“What? No.” He looks down and opens his hand to show the knife. The white handle glistens with my arousal, but shallow cuts slice across his palm, and the corners of the blade are tipped with blood.
“You…you protected me? But why?”
“Because that knife should only be soaked in the blood of your enemies. Not yours.”
“And you’re my enemy?”
“We haven’t figured that out yet, have we?”
He sets the knife on the tray behind him and returns to wrap his arm around my waist. Warm liquid drips onto my pussy before his fingers swipe through my entrance.
