Page 75 of Of Desire And Deception

I opened my eyes and watched more metal disappear inside my pussy.

He paused to drizzle more lube on me. “Foot after foot. How many do you think you can take? Three? Four? Maybe not all six.”

“Six feet?” I whispered in disbelief. “I thought you said you weren’t trying to kill me.”

A laugh puffed past Cosimo’s lips, and he brushed his thumb over my clit as the following link entered me. I whimpered. “Look at you. That’s nearly two feet now. How does it feel?”

“Full,” I breathed, careful not to shift my hips as he continued. “Heavy. Cold.”

“Fascinating,” he murmured, working more of it inside me, his fingers on either side of the link until it passed the tighter opening and slid deep. “Three feet.”

It began to feel like I had a weight inside me, holding me to the bed. The links shifted inside, constantly moving as more were added. I’d never felt anything like it, and the fuller I got, the more I relaxed to take Cosimo’s chain. I knew my arousal had combined with the lube, dripping down and pooling on the covers beneath me.

I gasped at the next insertion. “Too full.”

Cosimo glanced up at me, then his fingers pressed inside, moving the metal. “You can take more for me. We’re not done yet.”

“Please, Cosimo.” The links moved slower, and Cosimo had to use more force to get them in. The pressure grew uncomfortable, and I felt like an orgasm hovered out of reach. “Take it out, please.”

“A few more.” He massaged my clit again, and I tilted my hips to increase the pressure where I needed it most, whimpering as the chain shifted. “Good girl. Take a couple more.”

“Cosimo,” I whined. It was unbearable. I’d never felt so full, so much tension that I thought I might snap if I didn’t find relief.

He forced the last link inside and smiled proudly. “Look at how well you’ve done, Remi. How much you’ve let me fill you. I knew you could do it.”

“Please stop,” I pled, on the verge of frustrated tears. “I can’t take it. It’s too much.”

“Don’t worry. I’m going to help you.”

I sighed, anticipating immediate relief. But Cosimo had other ideas. He turned the small pink vibrator on and grinned before he pressed one hand down on my lower abdomen as the vibrator touched my clit.

I screamed, and the tears fell. It was too much. I needed to come, but I couldn’t. Indecipherable babble fell from my lips as he teased me, pinning me to the bed with his large hand as he tortured my clit until my pussy clenched down on the chain. Then he’d pull away, denying me the orgasm I needed.

“I can’t,” I cried, shaking my head.

“You can,” he coaxed, stroking my opening and grabbing the length of chain still outside my body. He pressed the vibrator to my clit again. “You will. Now.”

Cosimo pulled the chain quickly, and my mind and body were completely overwhelmed. My vision went black as the most intense orgasm of my life exploded within me. My inner muscles pulsed, even as I was emptied, my body spasmed, and I screamed until I couldn’t breathe.

Something wet gushed from my opening, and Cosimo groaned approvingly. “Fuck, you’re squirting for me, goldilocks. Soaked my damn hand.”

He held up his right hand, dripping with my come, and sucked his fingers, even as I still shook with aftershocks. Finally, he pulled away, moving the toys to the side and removing all but my requisite ankle cuff. He swept me up in his arms, holding me tight, making me whine as he smeared my release all over my legs and stomach with his free hand.

“So fucking stunning,” he breathed against my ear, biting my neck with a growl. “Your trust is fucking beautiful.”

Through the haze of the orgasmic afterglow, the truth of his words hit me. I’d trusted him enough to do something so depraved I should feel shame for the rest of my life. Only I didn’t. I felt free, cared for, sated.

“No,” I whispered. I didn’t want to believe it.

“I may be many things, but I’m not a liar, Remi.” He bit my shoulder, and electricity crept down my spine, making my clit throb. The words stung because I couldn’t say the same. “I told you the truth when I said I wouldn’t kill you. I promised to make you beg and to give you pleasure. My vow to keep you is fucking eternal.”

His words washed over me, and I couldn’t deny them.

Cosimo turned my body, so I straddled him and wrapped his fingers around my throat, holding me in place and staring into my eyes. It was like he could see everything inside my mind. “So, believe me when I tell you I didn’t kill your partner.”

I swallowed hard. Could I? Believe him? He’d killed others.

“And believe me when I promise to help find who was responsible for his death.” His voice was solemn, and he never once looked away. Every indication that he was indeed genuine in his declaration.

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