Page 42 of Wicked Beauty

I gasp, suddenly flooded with arousal. The cold metal against my hot, pulsing clit feels good in a way I would never have even begun to imagine, the danger of it thrilling me, sending something dark and unspeakable through my veins. Mikhail laughs again, dragging the blade slowly lower, and for one horrifying moment I think he’s going to slide it inside of me.

And then he pulls it back, and I see it glistening with my arousal as he raises it to his mouth.

Very, very slowly, he licks the blade with the tip of his tongue, his eyes gleaming with the wicked knowledge of how turned on I am.

“Tell me the truth,” he murmurs. “And I’ll let you come,kotenok. I cantastehow badly you need it. How wet your pussy gets for me. I’ll make you come so hard for me,malysh. Just tell me what I want to know.”

The throb between my legs intensifies at the thought of him making me come while I’m suspended here, tied and helpless against the onslaught of his fingers, his tongue, his cock–anything, my body entirely bare and exposed to him. A shudder goes through me, my clit throbbing with the need to be touched again, and Mikhail chuckles.

“You need it so badly,kotenok. The pain and the pleasure, the desire and the danger. You needme.”

“I don’t,” I hiss. “And it doesn’t matter, even if I knew whatever the fuck it is that you think I can tell you, thistruth–you’d just kill me anyway, once I told you. So there’s no point. Just do what you have planned, and get it over with. There’s nothing I can tell you, and you won’t believe me.”

“Oh,kotenok.” Mikhail shakes his head, stepping closer to me, smoothly switching the knife to his left hand. “I’m not going to kill you. I haveneverplanned on killing you. Only punishing you. And you know why.”

“I don’t,” I breathe, but as he moves closer, setting the knife aside, I believe that he isn’t going to kill me. I can hear it in his voice, see it in his face, the utter sincerity with which he uttered that, at least. It should be a relief, but all I feel is a cold, twisting fear at what else there might be, between this and death–and a horrified desire that I want his hands on me, his tongue, something to ease the ache that he’s awoken, the terrible lust that only he can soothe.

His hands grasp my hips, stroking, and then he reaches for my torn tights and panties, and with one rough jerk of his hands, tears them both. He shreds the fabric apart, ripping it until it falls away from me to the floor, leaving me entirely bare, without an inch of flesh covered, cold and damp except for the burning heat between my legs.

“Let me warm you up,kotenok, and see if that doesn’t loosen your tongue.”

His hand slides between my thighs, stroking the seam of my folds, feeling the dampness gathered there. He lets out a low groan as he dips his fingers between them, sliding down towards my entrance, slipping just the tips of his fingers inside. I clench around them immediately, and he lets out a dark chuckle, laughing as he slips just a little more inside of me.

“So hungry for me to fill you up,kotenok?” He pushes his fingers deeper, adding a third, and I gasp as I feel them scissoring inside of me, curling, rubbing. My clit pulses, aching to be touched, and Mikhail watches my face contort with pleasure as he fingers me, the flood of my arousal soaking his fingers and dripping down his hand as my hips move of their own accord, rocking against his hand.

“My cock would fill you so much better,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers out to the tips, before he suddenly adds a fourth, pushing them deep inside of me as he stuffs me full, stretching me around the invasion of his hand. “But you don’t deserve my cock or my cum, lying little kitten. You want to beg me for it, I know you do.”

His voice is low and smoky, wrapping around me as he fucks his fingers deeper into me, his thumb hovering over my clit, not quite touching. “Mikhail, I need your big, hard, cock.” His voice rises in imitation of mine as he grins, feeling me clench around him, my body winding tighter in anticipation of an orgasm that his fingers alone can’t quite get me to. “I love it when you beg,krasotka. But there will be no cock for you tonight.”

He pulls his fingers free, suddenly, leaving me hollow and open, my body clenching for friction and fullness that’s no longer there. I let out a low, sobbing moan despite myself, swinging a little in the ropes as my hips jerk helplessly, and Mikhail laughs again.

“Poor kitten,” he murmurs. “So wet and needy. Do you want my tongue,krasotka? My hot tongue against that aching clit?”

I can see how hard he is. The thick ridge of his cock is straining against his jeans, visible from the shaft to the swollen head, but he doesn’t so much as touch it. His eyes rake down my body, from my face to my breasts to my swollen pussy, and then he steps closer, face level with mine as he slides his fingers slowly through my soaked folds, still stopping just shy of my clit.

Slowly, very slowly, he reaches behind my head with his other hand, running his fingers through my wet hair. And then he leans forward, capturing my lips with his as he holds me there, bound in front of him, pinioned by his mouth and his hand.

It’s the kiss of a lover, slow and soft, his lips urging mine open. His mouth feels soft and warm, and I can feel myself arching into him, yearning for the gentle touch, the warm, wet slide of his tongue against mine. My body pulses with need, and he cups his hand over my pussy, letting me rock against him in a fruitless search for the friction my clit so desperately needs as his tongue slides into my mouth, and he groans aloud.

“Sweetkotenok,” he murmurs against my lips. “So sweet, so delicious–”

His fingers thrust into me again, without warning, three of them, and I cry out into his mouth as my body swings in the ropes, grinding against his hand. “Oh god!” I moan as his thumb finds my clit, rolling hard and fast and nearly flinging me over the edge into an orgasm as his tongue plunders my mouth and his hand pleasures my aching pussy, and then he jerks backwards, stepping back as he watches me twitching and gasping in the ropes.

I know what he sees. My lips feel red and swollen from the kiss, my nipples stiff and hard, my pussy swollen and open for him, so he can see my hard clit and clenching entrance and wet thighs, all lewdly displayed for his gaze. He licks his lips as he brings his fingers to his nose, breathing me in, and then he steps forward, holding his fingers up to my mouth.

“Taste how wet you are,” he groans, his face taut with lust. “Taste what I do to you,kotenok.”

I can feel the haze of need starting to descend over me, my body craving pleasure and release as a means of momentary freedom from pain and fear, and I don’t want to anger him. More than that, deep down, Iwantto. I want to do the lewd, filthy thing he’s asking of me, to lick my arousal off of his fingers and see his face tighten with need, to watch him slowly coming undone because ofme.

Fight it.Don’t let him do this to you again, down here, like this. This isn’t a game. It doesn’t end with you both coming and then cuddling in bed while you laugh about how dark and kinky your desires are. This ends withpain.Realpain.

I turn my head away, refusing to look at him, and I catch his face twisting angrily just out of my periphery. His hand shoots out, grabbing my chin, and he shoves his three fingers against my lips, squeezing my cheeks until I’m forced to open my mouth.

“Suck my fingers like you suck my fucking cock,suka,” he hisses, pushing them inside, and I taste his skin and my arousal, tart against my tongue, as he forces his fingers nearly to the back of my mouth, almost gagging me. He rubs them over my tongue, and when I refuse to clamp my lips around them and suck, he jerks his hand free of my mouth, glaring at me as he wipes it on the side of his jeans.

“You’re going to regret that,” he growls. “You’re going to fuckingbeg, and we’ll see if I let my bad little kitten come, after the way you’ve behaved.”

My stomach tightens with fear as he grabs my hips, but he sinks down, kneeling on the floor as he grabs my thighs, hooking them both over his shoulders so his face is between them. His hands slide around to my ass, squeezing, spreading as he looks up at me, and his tongue flicks out.

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