I couldn't shake the morbid feeling or the ugly tingling in my extremities. I'd lost her. I was certain of it. Not to retaliation or anger but to my job, a profession I'd been born into. I almost laughed at the thought. I was nothing but a criminal in sophisticated clothes, a man who had no issue crushing a man's windpipe for saying the wrong thing. I enjoyed the scent of blood in the air, a reminder of my power and influence.
I even enjoyed watching a man suffer when exposed for his betrayal. This... this torment I felt inside was something I had no experience with. I couldn't rationalize my thoughts beyond what the hell I was going to do to win the war with an enemy that seemed to gain the upper hand every time.
And I loathed what I'd become.
I rubbed my hand along her inner thigh, my fingers tingling from the touch alone. While she didn't jump or try to scoot away, her body remained tense, her eyes forever watching me. I leaned down, pressing my lips across her taut stomach. Only then did she let out a whimper, as if I'd burned her skin. I darted my tongue around her belly button as I continued caressing, fighting the ugliness inside. She deserved much more than who I was.
Yeah, she deserved a man who would come home every night, sharing in a quiet dinner or perhaps a movie before bed. And she deserved a real extended family, not the monstrous man my father had become, the timid and haunted mother who rarely left the house.
I breathed in her sweet aroma, closing my eyes for a brief and precious few seconds. I hadn't lied that this was the only quiet time we'd be able to spend together. I realized now that sending her away had only driven me to a lack of control, something I couldn't afford. She was at least better off near my soldiers, in close proximity.
After that, I wasn't certain what the hell I was going to do.
I pushed her knees against the bed, licking across from one hip to the other. A soft whimper escaped her mouth, the sound so beautiful. My cock ached to be inside of her, to take her as I'd done before. Maybe I was a selfish bastard and nothing more, forcing a deal on her that she didn't deserve.
We were long past that. She was now my property. The thought alone kindled my protective side, as well as the beast dwelling within. I couldn't seem to get enough of her.
"Mmm..." When she fisted the covers, every muscle in my body tensed.
Growling, I dropped my head, dragging my tongue across her already swollen clit, watching her reactions as she jerked up from the bed.
"Oh, yes. Oh..."
I pressed my hands against her inner thighs, digging my fingers into her soft skin as I repeated the move, swirling my tongue around her sensitive tissue in circle after circle. I heard my animalistic groans, husky sounds that floated in the air around us, and felt even more invigorated. I could feast on her pretty pink pussy for days, sucking every drop of juice, my thirst knowing no bounds.
Sierra tossed her head from side to side, her legs quivering and the touch of her skin even more heated than before. It was as if she was on fire, combusting from deep within.
I teased her pussy with the tips of my fingers, sliding them just past her slickened folds. God, the heat of her was incredible, fueling every filthy desire to the point I had difficulty containing myself as I licked from her clit to the base of her pussy, savoring the taste. I was jazzed from the burning hunger, every portion of my body tingling.
Her scattered breathing was a tremendous turn-on, my balls tight as drums. I thrust my tongue deep inside, using my fingers to open her beautiful pussy lips and exposing her fully. I became a wild man, licking and sucking, incapable of stopping. I closed my eyes, her soft purrs hypnotic. I was exactly where I wanted to be.
As she writhed on the bed, her body twisting and turning, I feasted, my actions becoming more savage. I thrust one then two fingers deep inside, licking fervently, her cream filling my mouth. I was completely intoxicated by her juice, beads trickling down the back of my throat. Nothing could taste any better than this.
Nothing.
No expensive bourbon.
No perfectly cooked filet.
She was ambrosia of the gods.
"Oh. Oh. Oh." She jerked up again, slapping her hands against the comforter as I added a third finger, pressing the tip of my thumb against her puckered hole. To think she'd actually worn her plug. Was it hope she'd see me again or a sense of respect?
I marveled at the thought, issuing a series of husky growls as I sucked on her rosy clit, unable to take my eyes off her. Every reaction, every quiver of her body was enticing, drawing me further into her web. I picked up my pace, rougher than before, curling my fingers until I knew I was hitting her G-spot.
Her response was instant, a wail replacing her soft mews. My God, the woman was driving me crazy, my cock throbbing to the point I knew I couldn't hold back much longer. Did she know what she was doing to me? Did she have any idea that I was the one losing control? When her breathing became shallow, I slowed my actions, languishing in licking up and down ever so slowly.
"Oh, God. I can't hold... I am going to." A laugh pushed past her lips, her face flushing, and she shifted one arm over her eyes.
"You want to come?" I asked evilly, chuckling darkly when her mouth twisted.
She finally thumped her hand against the comforter. "Yes. Yes. Yes!"
"Not yet," I growled, using three fingers to smack her pussy.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, Jesus. Oh..."
"Pain and pleasure, my sweet."
I could see her mouth twisting in preparation of a retort. Instead, she let out several whimpers, so dramatic. So practiced. She was such a little vixen, enticing me even more. I smacked her pussy lips again and again, drunk on my own need to have her submit.
She finally jerked all the way up, pushing her palms against the bed, her eyes wide open. "I can't hold it. I can't!"
I buried my face once again, this time licking in more gentle motions, soothing any discomfort.
"You're so bad," she managed, taking gulping breaths.
"You forget I'm your master."
"Mmm..."
I brought her to the edge of a raging climax then pulled back three times until she was writhing on the bed. Her legs were slick from her cream, the scent filling my nostrils, pulling me into a moment of sheer rapture. I was losing all sense of control, the beast taking over. I wrapped my arms around her legs, yanking her bottom off the edge of the bed, keeping her so wide open that her rosy asshole was exposed.
For my use.
For my taking.
The moment I shoved two fingers inside her tight little puckered hole, her pussy began to convulse. "Please. Please. Please!"