Page 57 of Feast

“That’s it,” he ground out, hips pumping, spit flying. The rhythmicgluck-gluck-gluckof a messy face fuck filled the room. “Keep that mouth open for me, Maddie. Pretty, sexy Maddie. You look so good with my dick in your mouth.”

As compliments went it was pretty ridiculous, but it was almost unbearably arousing. Her thighs trembling and slick, and if her hands weren’t tied they’d be frantically working her clit to make herself come.

Hell, the way she was feeling, she might just come without it.

“Fuck,” he ground out, pulling her attention away from her own arousal. His movements had grown erratic, jerky, and she knew he was close.

“Take a deep breath,” he said, pulling free for a moment, and without thinking she obeyed just before he shoved his dick to the back of her throat—and beyond.

“Swallow,” he demanded, and she tried, massaging the head of his cock with the working of her throat.

“Fuck, yeah,” he muttered and jammed himself so deep that her nose disappeared in his pubic hair and her throat convulsed and with a long, low groan, he came.

It seemed to last forever, his cock pulsing in her throat, on her tongue as she fought for air. She struggled in his grip, ineffectual and feeble, her body taking over as her air gave out.

She was giving serious thought to biting down—her only reasonable recourse—when he yanked himself free and let her go.

She stumbled back, falling hard on her butt without his support, her tied hands unable to catch her fall. She sat sprawled on the floor, coughing and gasping for air, until he grabbed her by the elbow and hauled her to her feet.

She was still dazed, out of it, so it barely registered when he untied her hands. He nudged her back onto the bed and she fell back with her senses spinning, grateful to have something solid under her. Then he began tying her wrists together again, and she realized they weren’t done.

She watched with interest as he looped the rope—a deep, rich crimson—around her wrists, then stretched her arms up over her head. There was no headboard, just the mattress pushed against the wall, but there was a large hook about three feet up the wall, and he looped the rope around it.

“Why do you have a hook in your wall?” she asked politely, still a little groggy from the aggressive throat fuck.

“So I can tie you to it and have my way with you.”

“I thought you already did that,” she said and gave an experimental tug. There was enough slack in the rope for her to rest her arms on the pillows above her head, but no more.

“Oh, we’re not done,” he assured her with a sinister little chuckle that made the hair on the back of her neck prickle. He climbed onto the bed to sit on his haunches between her knees. “You promised me anything.”

He was naked, and very distracting crouched between her thighs like some hairy, woodland beast out of an X-rated fairy tale, so it took a second for the words to register. “What?”

“You’re a fucking buffet, Maddie,” he said and smiled so broadly and with such unabashed glee that she felt a flicker of genuine fear. “And I’m going to feast on you.”

“Wait…” she began, then let out a squeal when he shoved her knees up and back so that her pelvis tilted up and her pussy spread wide.

“Yes?” he asked genially as he stretched out on his stomach between her thighs, his eyes watching her over the curve of her stomach.

“Shit,” she breathed, part wonder and party worry, and his low chuckle sent a gust of air dancing over the wet, needy flesh between her thighs.

“You might want to pick a stronger safeword,” he suggested and dragged his tongue the length of her slit in a long, slow lick. “That one is unlikely to get my attention.”

Her voice came out in a strangled squeak. “What do you suggest?”

“Red is always a strong choice,” he offered and darted his tongue inside her. “Safeword also works.”

“The safeword is safeword?” she managed, hanging onto her focus by a thin, fragile thread.

“Mmm.” He hummed against her clit, and her thighs began to shake. “It’s clear, direct, and unambiguous.”

“Okay,” she gasped. He was nuzzling his stubbled jaw over the tender skin of her inner thigh, and she was losing the ability to think clearly. “Safeword.”

“Excellent choice,” he declared and lifted his head to look at her with those dark, wild eyes. “Use it if you want me to stop.”

“Can’t I just say stop?” she wondered faintly.

His chuckle was low, delighted, and ominous. “No,” he said and set his mouth on her.

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