Page 43 of Devoured
“What are you doing to me?” I breathed.
“Making you come.” And as soon as his tongue hit my clit again, his finger massaging the inside of me, my entire body clenched, exploding in a dynamite stick of pleasure. I wailed, crying out in incoherent strings of words.
Then I sunk into the bed. As I lifted my head, he held up a hand to stop.
“Close your eyes,” he said. “We’re not finished yet.”
I did as I was told, grateful for the moment of rest. I heard him shuffling around the room, unzipping something, grabbing other things, and when his footsteps came towards the bed, the unmistakable sound of fabric sliding against skin made me open my eyes.
Roland stood naked at the foot of the bed, a dark object dangling from his hand, his broad shoulders and biceps tight. His cock full and heavy, and hard, so hard, that even though I was exhausted, my mouth was watering. His brown eyes peered down at me, not a single ounce of a smirk on his face. His lips were open, as if he was enjoying taking me all in.
“You are phenomenal,” he finally said.
I smiled, but I had no words.
He went to the side of the bed. “Do you trust me?” he asked, his words quiet.
Trust him? I wasn’t sure how to answer that. Since when did it matter if I trusted him? “What do you mean?”
“What I’m about to do, I need to know that you trust me to keep you safe.”
My stomach shuddered. Was it that bad? Roland didn’t seem like the kind of person to ask for someone’s trust, especially not given our dynamic. “Okay?”
“So,” he grabbed my hand, holding it in his, “Do you trust me?”
Did I trust that his intentions were pure? Not a chance in the world. He preached about the need to end sexual slavery and yet was okay with using me for his pleasure, making me truly earn the club.
But did I think he would hurt me? No. Not permanently. Not anything like that.
“Yes,” I said.
He lifted the object, a thick black eye mask, the one I had worn on the plane.
“You’re making me take a nap?”
“Almost,” he whispered. He slid it over my head and I closed my eyes again. A few seconds later, the silicone plugs were inserted into my ears. If it weren’t for the fact that he was naked, I would have truly thought he was making me go to sleep. He leaned down, his breath on my ear as he pulled out the plug. “Open your mouth.” I did as I was told, and his finger hovered above my tongue. “Now close your lips and suck.” The strange taste of synthetic cherry medicine greeted me. I stuck out my tongue. It was heavy.
“What the hell is that?” I hissed.
“Oral numbing gel.”
It was weird, but the answer made sense. I accepted it. My tongue brushed against my cheek and teeth, but the texture wasn’t there anymore.
“Trust me,” he whispered. He left the earplug out, keeping only one inserted. I unraveled my fingers. Pressed them into the bed. Then he bent each of my legs, wrapping them in some sort of strap or rope that kept them bent, pressed tightly together. Then he did the same thing with my arms, keeping them bent so that my fingers touched my shoulders. A warm gel, almost like a lubricant, painted the parts of my bare arms and legs. The contrast of the air conditioning to the wet sticky material made me shiver, but soon, a burning sensation crawled over my skin. Then a rolling fire deep within me. I opened my mouth to speak, but he immediately put a finger to my mouth to stop me.
“That’s a topical anesthetic. It will numb your skin, but only for a few hours.”
Okay. That was weird. But whatever. I could deal with the sensation for now.
His weight shifted on the bed, and I could tell that he was on his knees, straddling me. He put the tip of his cock to my lips, dragging it across, the firmness making me shift my hips. I wanted him to fuck me so badly.
“Open your mouth,” he said.
He leaned down and put the other earplug in my ear. I opened my mouth wide, ready for him.
Silence overcame me, but his presence was there. Like a ghost. As if his shadow was the only thing that existed, the essence of him touching me. He slid the full tip of his cock into my mouth, and I closed my lips around the head, moaning at the touch. Feeling it there, but only as a weight. Then a cold metal object pinched my nose together.
I tried to resist, but I couldn’t move—with my legs and my arms bent and stuck together with the straps, I couldn’t do anything. Words came from inside of me, the sounds vibrating in my chest, but they couldn’t come out. There was only darkness. His shadow blending into mine. Then he spoke, his words fluttering away, the soft echo of their sound dissolving into nothing. His palm pressed into my forehead, one of the only places he hadn’t numbed with that gel, and kept me down as he removed himself. I let out a sharp breath. Then he pressed his cock to my lips, taunting me with it once again.
