Page 58 of Ravaged
Then his mouth was on my clit, his tongue swirling around my swollen flesh, licking down my slit, groaning when he tasted my arousal.
“You taste good,” he said. “So damn sweet.” He stuck his fingers inside of me, slipping in easily, then stuck them in my face. “Taste yourself. Taste what happens when you surrender your body to me.”
I licked up my sweetness, blushing in shame, but when I saw that look in his eyes, full of raw primal hunger, a warmth deep inside of me surged up, and I didn’t care anymore. I licked my juices greedily. Then his tongue moved in slow circles around my clit while he massaged the inside of my pussy. One thick finger, then two. With a gasp and a squirm, he pushed in a third, and it seemed as if that third finger would make me melt from the inside out. Everything was stretched, pushed to the limit. When he licked my clit again, I almost broke in two.
“Ethan!”
“You’re getting close, aren’t you, my little one?” he growled. “You know my rule. You don’t want to see what happens when you disappoint me.”
“But I do,” I moaned. “I want to be punished. But I want to be good too.”
“Show me how good you can be, Teagen. Be my good little one.”
I bit my lip, my tongue, closed my eyes, anything to keep the pleasure inside of me. It was those words, his name for me,little one. Because he was taking care of me in the littlest ways. Even when I was supposed to be locked in a dog kennel, he brought me blankets, brought me food. When I was in his bedroom, he brought me music. Each time, he showed me how he cared. Showed me with each bite, each lick, each slap, that he owned me.
The pleasure waved through my entire body, begging to be released. “Please Ethan,” I whined. “Please let me come.”
“That doesn’t sound like a request.”
With three fingers still pulsing inside of me, he slapped my clit with his free hand and I shrieked. I held my eyes open.
“Please, Ethan. Please, may I come?”
He leaned down, still pulsing his fingers at the same speed. “Not yet, little one,” he whispered. A tear rolled down the side of my face and I pulled against the restraints, keeping me chained to the bed.
“Please, Ethan!”
“Now!” he yelled.
And with that word, everything released. The tension, the anxiety, the need to know that he wanted this too, all of it was gone. He pressed his hard cock into my leg, rocking his hand harder into me, making the orgasm wash over me repeatedly, as if I might drown. As if it was taking over me completely. He pressed his mouth to my neck and bit me right as I reached the final peak. I moaned with fury, with anger, with lust, with love. I wanted this. I wanted him. I wanted Ethan.
***
My whole body was damp with sweat. Ethan unlocked the carabiner from the headboard but left my wrists cuffed. I rested my hands across my belly. My entire body ached. I was exhausted. Used up. I wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in his arms.
He knew it, too. He pulled me into his grasp, spooning me from behind, his nose buried in my neck, taking in my scent. I knew my body odor was ripe from the exertion, but Ethan’s musk was strong too. Neither of us cared. He kissed my cheek, and I closed my eyes, relaxing into him. His hands rubbed my wrists, massaging where the metal always rubbed them raw.
“How was that?” he asked in a quiet voice.
“Well, I’m about to fall asleep. How’s that for an answer?” He chuckled, and I wiggled my hips into him. His cock twitched against me. “How was it for you?”
“Fucking amazing,” he said.
“When do I get to return the favor?”
“That was about you,” he said. “No need to pay me back.”
That was good, because I was about to fall asleep. I went to reach for my harp necklace, but it wasn’t there.
“Do you know where my necklace is?” I asked. He grabbed it off of the nightstand. He brushed my hair to the side and clasped it around my neck. “Thanks.” He kissed my ear, pulling me into his arms once again. “I feel naked when I don’t have it.”
His nose grazed my cheek. “When did your dad give it to you?”
“When I was a kid,” I said. “Before my first recital. We had to get new chains a few times.”
“A family heirloom?”
“Something like that.”
