Page 5 of Broken Souls
Another finger joins the first, and I cry out. It’s too soon, too much. I need him to wait, to let me come down before he fucks me with his fingers, before he rubs my clit with his palm, but he doesn’t. My toes lock tight. My legs grow rigid. And after a few minutes of merciless attention, he forces me to come again. My body arches off the bed. My eyes close as I moan.
“That’s it, little monster,” Varius growls before licking me between my soaked lips. “You’re going to come for me until you pass out.”
My clit is aching, pulsing, seeming to draw all my blood to it, and I can’t quite make out the words he said. I’m too consumed by the feeling of his tongue in my pussy, by the close proximity of his mouth to my over-stimulated clit.
But then they click, and I whimper.
Licking his way up my stomach, he removes the fingers he has inside of me and rubs my cum all over my asshole. They dive back into my pussy just as his tongue reaches my breasts. He licks between them, and I tug on my binds as I try to find words to tell him to wait.
“I can’t…”
“Please…”
“Varius…”
“You can,” he growls. “You can take it.”
“No… I...ca...ahhh!”
I moan as he sucks on my breasts. My nipples are hard and aching and too damn sensitive. My entire body starts to shake as he builds me back up to a climax. It’s a longer trek this time, nearly a godsdamn hour of constant licking and sucking and nibbling and biting focused on my breasts. His fingers are in my ass, thrusting in and out slowly, and the towel under my hips gets completely soaked.
“Fuck…”
“Shit…”
“Varius…”
“I…”
“...need…”
“Ah!”
“Please…”
Tears flood down my cheeks as even my brain becomes overwhelmed, no longer able to string words together in any way that makes sense.
His free hand kneads my right breast as he sucks my left one entirely in his mouth. His tongue strokes me, flicking across my nipple back and forth until I scream. I arch off the bed as he pinches my other nipple, then relaxes his grip, then pinches again. He works me until my head goes dizzy and my breaths come in ragged pants. I’m so fucking close to another orgasm, but I can’t handle it. Ican’t.
“Varius,” I beg, half-crying, half-screaming as he sucks on my breasts without mercy. My arms and legs tug hard on my black silk binds, but he’s wrapped them well, and I can’t move. Can’t escape. I can only lie here and take what he is determined to give me.
Which is fucking everything.
Screaming out his name, I come with his teeth around my nipple.
He groans around my hard bud, then moves his mouth to my other breast, trailing the hand that was there down to his cock. He jerks himself off as he holds himself up with his other hand after pulling it away from my ass.
I whimper.
I sob.
I beg for him to stop.
But he doesn’t.
And an hour later, my body flushed and shaking, I come once again from him playing with my nipples. I’m so utterly exhausted, so desperate to sleep. My eyes roll back into my head, which is fuzzy and dizzy and unable to make out any of the words he’s been saying to me. All I can think about is the next orgasm. The buzzing of my clit. The achiness of my nipples.
Grabbing the pillows out from under my head, he slides them beneath my hips, under the towel. Then he pushes his cock into me, bends his back to bury his teeth in my neck, and fucks me slowly as he growls. I’m so soaked, he goes in easily, no burn, but within a few thrusts, the world starts to spin.
