Page 62 of Interview with a Sadist
I gasp as Nolan uses my hips to spin me around, and the moment I’m facing him, he drops to his knees and begins to unfasten my pants. All of my worries evaporate as he pulls them down, kissing around my pussy as he snatches the pants off completely and tosses them aside.
“On the counter,” he demands, and I jump, wasting no time to do as I’m told. As a result, Nolan wastes no time clamping his mouth on my pussy.
“God,” is all I can think to say as the same tongue that felt great on my neck feels like utter magic on my clit. I’ve never known a man in my life who enjoyed eating pussy as much as Nolan does. Considering he’s a sadist, I’d think he’s only into causing pain, but that’s what I get for thinking I know everything. While I throw my head back in stomach-clenching pleasure, Nolan proves that a sadist is much more than someone solely focused on pain.
For ten blissful minutes, Nolan eats my pussy without taking a break. On his knees with his neck arched back to hit the right angle, he continues to suck and lick my clit rhythmically until I begin to see white specks at the edge of my vision. My fingers squeeze the back of his head as the orgasm draws near, and right before I go over the event horizon, he backs away, leaving me panting.
“Not without my permission,” he says, smiling sinisterly as he stands up and places a hand around my throat. “Now, get down and follow me. Tonight, you’ll learn to ask for permission before you come. Let’s go.”
With his hand still around my neck, I hop down from the counter and let Nolan guide me into the living room, where he forcefully throws me down on the couch and sits next to me—one hand on my throat, the other on my pussy.
“I don’t need a single toy to own you, Princess. This pussy belongs to me.”
Nolan squeezes my throat until I can longer suck in air, while rubbing my clit with perfect pressure. In a flash, my orgasm appears again, ready to unleash itself on me, but Nolan watches me closely. He keeps his eyes on my body and somehow notices the tension in my legs, the redness in my chest, the curling of my toes. He lets go of my throat and stops rubbing my clit before I can come, and it makes me weak.
“Oh my god,” I say, exasperated, breathing heavily.
“Do you want to come?” he asks rhetorically.
“Yes. Please let me come, Sir,” I beg, and Nolan responds by choking me again as he rubs my clit.
“You’ll have to earn it, baby,” he growls, totally focused on me and my body without any regard to his. I’m astonished as another orgasm reaches for me, and Nolan stops before it can take hold.
“Fuck,” I bark, desperate for the release.
“Who do you belong to?” he asks.
“You, Sir,” I reply.
“Who does your pussy belong to?”
“You, Sir.”
“Who does your cum belong to?”
“You, Sir.”
“Good fucking girl.”
For the third time, Nolan wraps his fingers around my throat and squeezes. My face reddens as the tension builds inside me and I’m forced to hold my breath while Nolan massages my clit again. After all of the edging, I’m already on the verge of overload once again, but my body is weak from the lack of oxygen, and I’m shocked by the appearance of stars in the corners of my vision.
I feel my clit being pleasured, but darkness begins to squeeze the sides of my eyes as Nolan continues to choke me. He doesn’t let go as an orgasm sparks in my stomach, and I’m ready to give myself over to it, but before I can tumble into ecstasy, the darkness overtakes my vision and I fall into the pitch black as everything goes silent.
ChapterThirty-Eight
~ NOLAN ~
Bree lets out a soft moan just as her body goes limp. I release my grip on her throat and her head rolls to the side, eyes closed. Her breathing becomes heavier as her lungs work to wake her back up, and even in this unconscious state, she’s as gorgeous as ever, and I’m the one with their breath taken away.
I didn’t mean to make her pass out, but I’d be lying through my teeth if I said seeing her this way didn’t make my cock throb with anticipation. Bree is naked from the waist down, the skin around her neck red from my vicious grip, and somehow she’s still angelic. I still want to fuck her senseless while also protecting her from everything in this world. This situation with Maddy has me ready to lash out and hurt someone, and seeing Bree this way reminds me of how much she needs me. She needs my protection from Maddy the same way she needs me to teach her about the lifestyle. I am the guardian of this beautiful jewel, and I’ll be damned if I let anything happen to her. The only person putting their hands on Bree will be me.
Bree’s head rocks back and forth as she begins to come to, and I take a step back, utilizing this moment to just breathe her in. She’s so gorgeous it’s ridiculous, and when she wakes, I don’t want it to be a moment of questions. I want her to wake up to sensational pleasure so she knows it was my hand that gently placed her into unconsciousness and my tongue that brought her back.
Without another second wasted looking at her, I drop to my knees and push Bree’s knees apart. She moans as her brain starts up like an engine, rumbling back to life as I cover her bare pussy with my mouth and begin to lick. The moans of sleepy confusion turn into growls of pleasure as she awakens to the sensation of me eating her pussy like I’m starved for it, and her hands instantly clamp down on my head, pushing me deeper and making sure I don’t stop.
Bree is so perfect it should be a fucking crime. Instead of being upset about passing out from being choked, she dives deeper into it, clutching my face and grinding her body, somehow waking up hornier than when she went to sleep. My gut tightens at how much she turns me on. I’ve never been so in awe of someone in my entire life.
“I … god, Nolan,” she whispers above me, her hips still grinding as she presses my face into her. I use a finger to pull up the hood of her clit and position my mouth directly over it, licking softly as I suck.
