Page 48 of Scavenger's Oath
Needier.
“Goddamn,” he groans. “Look at you.” Dropping to his knees like a man begging at the foot of a throne, his eyes stay locked between my legs in awe.
“Such a pretty little pussy. This will never be hidden from me again. You got that, little doe?” he says roughly, voice strained. “This is how it’ll work. You supply me this, and I’ll provide you everything.”
Myles doesn't give me time to respond before he pulls my other leg through another gap in the bars and snaps a pair of handcuffs on my ankles.
A startled noise escapes me as I realise he’s trapped me. The cold metal bites into my skin and panic ripples over me. My breathing picks up and I meet his amused eyes with horror.
A smirk creeps onto his features that I’m grateful he doesn’t put to words.
Is he going to leave me here like this? Legs tied open and helpless.This wasn’t part of the deal.
Turning his attention back to my core, he tosses my legs over his shoulders, taking a moment to gawk as his hands stroke my thighs.
Then his fingers find my pussy again, sliding over me possessively, spreading my arousal. Pleasure quickly floods my senses, and any hint of apprehension is drowned in the waves.
A soft moan slips from my lips, body shuddering as my thoughts quiet at his touch. There’s nothing but the glide of his fingers and the way my body leans in, traitorous and greedy.
“That’s it, little doe. Give me your sweet moans,” Myles voice rumbles through me as he pushes two digits inside.
Sucking in a breath, my walls clench around his fingers as they work me, sending a rush of warmth through my body. My back arches, and my hands grip the blanket like it’s the only thing grounding me.
He starts pumping slowly at first. But deep, curling just right, finding every place that makes me gasp and squirm.
“Fuck, little doe, your cunt is so tight,” he breathes, grinning like he's half-feral. “You don't even know what you do to me.”
I can't think straight.
I can't even speak.
I can only feel.
As his thumb finds my clit, his lips find my inner thigh. “You’re such a good girl for me, finally letting me see you like this,” he groans, grazing his teeth over my flesh.
Butterflies explode through me again.God, I’ll never tire of hearing him say that.
His thumb rolls over the sensitive bud in purposeful circles. My hips buck, head spinning, unfiltered moans spilling from my lips.
“Fuuuck,” he growls. “That's it, little doe. Let go. Come all over my fingers like the good girl you are.” His voice is ragged, fingers speeding up, chasing my pleasure.
I’m spiralling now. No thoughts. No shame. Just a scream building at the base of my spine. My hips rock against his hand as my moans grow louder, back arching off the mattress.
“I need to see you come, Ivy. I wanna see you fall apart for me,” he pants, voice thick with primal hunger. “Say it. Say you want that.”
Lifting my head, I meet his eyes with desperation. But all that comes out of my mouth is a needy moan.
He grins like I just confessed everything, eyes darkening with malicious intent. “That's what I thought.”
Leaning in, he presses his face between the bars and flattens his tongue over my clit.
I cry out as the sensations of his warm tongue scatter any remaining logic. His fingers massage inside me, pushing me tothe edge, every nerve sparking with electricity.
This was supposed to be a trade. But he’s taking more. And my body has shifted loyalty, betraying me and begging to give him everything.
I’m not sure if I’m breaking or blooming.
But I want this. I want him to see me like this—undone, unafraid.
