Page 3 of Twisted Desires

“Oh my God,” I gasp against his mouth as I squirm on my ass against the smooth rock ledge.

“There is no god here but me, my pretty,” he answers, nipping at my lower lip with his fangs.

Pain—though fleeting—registers as blood begins to bead from the small puncture wounds to trickle down my chin. It feels disturbingly and blessedly warm against my cold skin.

The monster licks the blood away, his eyes blazing. “Delicious.” He draws another whimper from me with ease as the sensations below my navel change. It’s as though he’s sucking on my clit, though his face remains right here by mine, watching for my reaction.

“What is that?” I manage, my breathing growing heavier with each passing moment.

“What is what, pretty?” he drawls with malicious feigned innocence.

I bite back a moan as the intensity grows. “It’s like … like you’re sucking on me.”

“Ah, that. I have placed one of my suckers directly over your precious pearl. Do you like how it feels, or do you need more?”

My cheeks flare with heat, my nipples tingle—hard as rocks—and it feels like I’m perilously close to something. “Master,” I whimper, unable to hide the sulk in my voice. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

“You are no virgin,” answers the monster. “I know it just by looking at you. There is confidence in your bearing. You know what it means to be with a man.”

“I do,” I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut tight. My insides contract, and my pussy quivers. It’s like I can feel my heartbeat in my clit! When I open my eyes several desperate breaths later, the monster looks alarmingly disgusted, though his tentacle continues to pleasure me with effortless deviance.

“The men you’ve been with have taken their pleasure, and not given in return?”

I grimace against the intensity building within me, gasping aloud as his fingers brush over my sore nipples. “They’ve gone down on me,” I admit in between breaths. “But it’s never felt anything like this. I feel like I’m going to explode, or piss myself, or something! I don’t know,” I finish, overwhelmed with frustration.

“You’ve never come,” says the monster with fire in his golden eyes. “Bastards.” The amount of venom surprises me.

“I’ve always assumed I couldn’t … that there was something wrong with me. I thought maybe I was just broken.”

The monster shakes his head with a dark smile. “Oh no, precious girl. You can, indeed. I can hear your heart racing, your breath quickening. All the telltale signs are there, my beauty.” I feel his sucker pull away, and instead he rubs my clit with the soft, but firm end of his tentacle, working it like a trigger on the battlefield. “Now, come for me,” he commands, pushing me over the edge.

“Oh my G—” I bite off my blasphemy with a sharply drawn breath. “Master. It’s happening. I can’t…” My legs tense, my cold toes curl, and a strange keen that I scarcely recognize as my own voice escapes me. I can’t help it. I can’t control it. I can only feel, and bear witness as my body takes over, forcing my mind to take a back seat. There’s nothing but fire and unrelenting ecstasy. My cunt spasms, and a warmth unlike any I’ve ever experienced before fills me, radiating from my pussy in pulsating, breath-stealing waves that consume me.

“Jesus Christ,” I gasp when the intensity finally begins to wane, and I can feel my toes again.

“That was magnificent,” says the monster, having drifted back a little way in the water to watch me, as if I were an actor on stage performing for a live audience.

“Magnificent?” I roll my eyes, fatigued. “I feel like I just died a million times over!”

“You just experienced your first release, pretty. From the lip bite to the scrunched brow, to the way you ground your ass against the stone in desperation, toes curled and white with strain—it was magnificent.” Without having to ask or beg, the monster gently releases my wrists, and the tentacle that had been securing my waist withdraws silently back into the depths.

“Thank you,” I whisper, as I attempt to get a little more comfortable on the ledge in my soaking, disheveled state.

The lake monster quirks a dark brow, his expression stern. “Do you need to be punished, beautiful one?”

I gulp, pursing my lips in apology before I answer, almost forgetting the dangerous game I’m playing. “Thank you, Master.”

“Better,” he acknowledges. “But that’s the second time now.”

“I won’t do it again, Master,” I say, lowering my gaze to the dark, swirling waters.

“We’ll see,” he says.

A wave of exhaustion floors me in the wake of my near-drowning and first earth-shattering orgasm. “What now, Master?” I ask, rubbing my arms to fight the shivering cold prickling my skin.

“Tell me your name.”

“It’s Bethany Summers,” I answer. “But everyone calls me Beth.”

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