Page 155 of Haze

With an expert touch, he slips two of his fingers into my pussy, straight into the core. He fucks me with them while his other hand fists my hair, pulling the strands tight in his grip. Finn lowers himself beside me.

“Your punishment for making noise,” Finn whispers. “I’ll force another orgasm from you. How long will it take before you’re overstimulated and a dripping mess?”

He raises the stakes but nowhere near enough to safeword. Not now. Not ever. It’s toxic and wrong to feel like using my safeword is failure, but I won’t fail being his. His? Maybe.

I let out a withering breath, stifling the whine behind my exhale. My first near noise and almost failure is early as Finn retracts his fingers from inside me. Feeling empty and missing his punishing touch, I want to beg for him to return the near-painful fullness of my pussy.

Finn shakes his head, wiping the slick from his fingers across the inside of my thigh. Easily, as if I weigh nothing, he moves me until I’m centered on the bed. Lying on my back with my wrists cuffed together gives plenty of room for my arms to lay at my sides. My hands come to rest, nestled squarely underneath me, supporting my hips. The placement further pushes my pussy upward in a vulnerable position. Instinct has me pulling my legs together.

Finn rests his knee at the bottom of the bed. As he descends, he slides my legs out of the way. I bend my knees and tauntingly block him from access. He chuckles and, with little effort, pushes my knees apart as he lies down. Pulling my legs over his shoulders, Finn wets his lips like I’m the most delicious meal he’s seen this week.

Finn has yet to do anything halfway. Punishment is inevitable. There’s no way I won’t moan or cry his name. Especially not when I feel this soft and submissive for him.

His beard tickles as he runs his face up the inside of my thigh. Losing myself in the sensation chases out the fear of failure. Finn trails more kisses against my skin before pressing his nose through my folds.

The subspace, brought on by feeling his collar resting on the base of my neck, had been a wave of decompression to my system. But the strong lap of his tongue, sliding through my slick heat, melts the tension from the rest of my body. As I contain my moans, swallowing hard, my hips rise and fall involuntarily.

With a growl of displeasure, from me taking any sort of control, Finn drapes his muscular arm across my pelvis. I’m held firmly to his face where he wants me. I curl my toes.

Drawing deep breaths, I focus on staying perfectly quiet. But it’s impossible to draw slow, steady breaths. My heart beats hard in my chest as his tongue drives in circles around my clit. I bite my lips together, hoping to hold all the sounds inside.

Finn slides his other hand up my leg, and his fingers sliding into me is my undoing.My head rolls back, and the moan I’ve been trying to hold escapes. It’s long and loud, coming from deep in my stomach.

“One extra.” Finn speaks against my pussy, taking a fraction-of-a-second break from his dedication to driving me toward an orgasm.

Disappointment in my failure resonates inside my rib cage. But it’s chased away as his fingers work in short, quick thrusts. Like the snap of a rubber band, I’m brought back to the vulnerable submissive space.

Finn knows that perfect spot. His fingers push hard on it, deep inside, daring me to the edge of the orgasm I’m chasing. My toes curl. I need to come, and he’s giving it to me.

He sucks on my clit, and the orgasm quakes my entire body. I’m arched, stuck as my muscles lock so tight there isn’t a place I don’t feel it. I gasp for air, forcing it deep into my lungs to try and silence myself. There’s no room to relax because Finn doesn’t stop.

It’s the best kind of torture. Unable to fully relax from the first, I'm pushed toward a second orgasm.

Holding my breath isn’t working. Light-headed, I’m nearly delirious as my body writhes, fighting through the intensity of pain and pleasure.

Finn doesn’t stop there. He doesn’t stop as my body shudders through another orgasm. It feels never ending. I've never been held in this violent of an orgasm. The exact pressure of his fingers and pattern of his tongue have me captive.

Don’t whimper. Don’t cry. I fight myself. Must obey. I’m slowly losing all self-control.

He pulls his fingers from my pussy while running his tongue in circles around my clit.

I swallow my gasp as his fingers find my nipple. He squeezes hard, pulling on my tit, and I arch into it, trying to reduce the strain.

Teeth press against the soft skin between my legs before he crawls his way up, kissing a trail up my body, following the lines of my tattoos.

Finn, pleased with himself, flashes me a smug smile, drawing a smile from me. Planting one chaste kiss on my lips, he moves to kneel between my legs.

Watching him wrap his hand around his cock makes my pussy throb, searching for him. He works his shaft, the bead of cum on the tip glistening in the low light of the bedroom.

My mouth waters, and I ache to offer my throat for his pleasure in exchange for a taste of him.

Sliding between my legs, Finn massages the tip against my sore clit, messing with my brain function. My head falls back to the mattress, and I draw long, deep breaths. Stay quiet. Stay quiet. Stay quiet, I chant to myself as the anticipation of another orgasm draws nearer, tingling all the way up into my abdomen.

“Eyes on me, faolan,” Finn presses in a more commanding tone.

I open my eyes to watch as he moves to position himself above me, resting on his forearm. Finn’s cock slides from where it was pressed against my clit to my entrance. In one thrust, he fills me to capacity.

Long, slow thrusts of his cock threaten to push me over the edge again. Finn’s tip slides back and forth against the most sensitive areas inside.

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