Chapter 29 Chapter 29
Chapter 29 Chapter 29
~BRIENNE VONBERG~
Later that evening, I had changed into a pajama a female servant of his brought me. Turned out Allister hadn't changed my clothes in the first place. She did, and I thanked her for it. Then I headed off to the kitchen, the aroma of brewing coffee grounded me, mug warm in my hands, until his presence hit me. It was sudden, overwhelming, his body heat pressing at my back. Before I could react, he spun me around with effortless power, lifting me onto the counter, the granite's chill seeping through my shorts as my legs dangled. My heart hammered, the recent orgasm's calm shattering under his intense stare.
Instinctively, I grabbed a knife from the block, pressing its edge to his throat in a flash.
"I should kill you here." I growled, the blade nicking his skin, a thin line of blood welling up that only made his eyes darken with thrill. He leaned into it, unyielding. "But you can't." he whispered, his hands clamping onto my thighs, fingers digging in just enough to spark heat racing upward, my breath catching despite my grip. He was right. There was no point killing him if I'd die right after. How then would I enjoy my revenge.
"Touched yourself?" He asked, voice husky with knowledge, as if he could sense the lingering slickness between my legs. "Thinking it'd help?" His fingers inched higher, tracing the inner seam of my shorts, and sending electric tingles straight to my core while his gaze pinned mine, challenging me to flinch. I held steady, the bet's rules echoing in my mind, but the proximity stirred fresh wetness, my pussy pulsing faintly.
In a swift pull, he yanked me forward, my waist slamming against his groin, the rigid length of his cock nestling against my pussy through our clothes, forcing my legs to wrap around his hips. The pressure was immediate and intoxicating, his hardness grinding into my clit, drawing a sharp inhale from me as heat bloomed low. He wrenched the knife away, then twisted my arms behind my back, the cold snap of cuffs locking my wrists tight, rendering me utterly at his mercy on the counter.
"What are you doing?" I demanded, flustered, pulse roaring in my ears, a mix of fury and forbidden excitement surging as he pressed closer, his cock throbbing against my core. "I said no intrusion, but I never promised any other thing." He replied, his breath hot on my neck, eyes devouring me with predatory intent. With a brutal rip, he tore my pajama shirt open, the fabric shredding to expose my full breasts, nipples hardening instantly in the cool air under his ravenous stare.
Panic clawed at my throat, but so did desire, my chest heaving as his hands claimed my tits, palms rough and calloused engulfing the soft mounds. He squeezed, thumbs flicking over the stiff peaks, sending bolts of pleasure and pain straight to my pussy, which clenched emptily, soaking my shorts. "Already so responsive." He murmured, kneading deeper, fingers digging into the flesh as he rolled my nipples between them, tugging just hard enough to make me arch, a whimper escaping despite my clenched teeth.
I fought it, hating the way my body leaned into his touch, the suspense of his next move coiling tension in my belly. His mouth descended then, lips capturing one nipple, tongue swirling around the bud before sucking hard, the wet suction pulling a raw scream from my lungs. Ecstasy exploded through me, my pussy throbbing wildly as I instinctively straddled harder against his bulge, trying to ride the thick ridge of his cock for friction, hips grinding desperately to chase the building ache.
But the cuffs bit into my wrists, yanking me off-balance, preventing the full roll of my hips, frustration mounting as need clawed at me. Allister growled low, his arm snaking around my waist like a vice, holding me flush as he thrust his erection against my core in continuous, deliberate pushes, each grind pressing his cockhead right against my clit through the thin barriers. The friction was ecstatic, relentless, sending shockwaves of pleasure ripping through my veins. I moaned brokenly, legs squeezing his hips, the rhythmic pressure building a fire that had my pussy gushing, the wet heat seeping through to slick his sweatpants.
He switched nipples, teeth grazing the sensitive tip before sucking with voracious hunger while his hand massaged the other breast, pinching and twisting until tears of overwhelming sensation pricked my eyes. Every push of his cock against me amplified it, the bulge dragging over my folds, teasing my entrance without mercy. My body was a live wire under his assault, suspense in every pause of his mouth, every grind that edged me closer without tipping over. "Fuck... stop." I gasped, but it came out as a plea, my hips bucking futilely against the restraint, chasing the ecstasy he controlled.
His free hand trailed down my side, thumb brushing the underside of my tit before returning to knead, all while his hips rolled in that torturous rhythm, his cock so hard it felt like steel grinding into my soaked pussy. Screams tore from me with each suck, each thrust, my core pulsing with desperate need, walls fluttering as if begging for more. The blend of his mouth's wet heat and the continuous friction against my clit pushed me to the brink, body trembling, sweat-slicked and lost in the haze of hatred-laced lust.
He lavished my breasts relentlessly, alternating between deep sucks that hollowed his cheeks and light bites that made me jolt, his arm tightening around my waist to angle me perfectly for his grinding cock. The ecstasy built to the peak, my pussy clenching rhythmically, juices drenching us both as I writhed, cuffed and helpless, every nerve screaming for the release he denied. Finally, as another guttural cry escaped me, teetering on the edge of shattering, he released my nipple with a pop, stepping back abruptly, leaving my tits glistening, nipples swollen and aching, my core a throbbing void.
"Turns out I win," he said, voice rough with satisfaction, eyes raking over my flushed, bound form. Beasts heaving, pussy weeping with unspent hunger. "You remain bound to me, love." He turned and left, the door clicking shut, abandoning me cuffed on the counter, body aflame with frustration, fury, and the insatiable pulse of desire he alone could ignite.