Chapter 36: Captive of passion

Then his hot mouth was on me again, wrenching another orgasm out of me, whether I wanted it or not. When I cum writhing in the sheets and screaming his name, I was sure it was over.

It wasn't.

He kept going, alternating between filling me with his cock and fucking me harder than I would have imagined possible, his hands in my hair or pressing against my throat as he ripped orgasm after orgasm from me before soothing my swollen, overly sensitive pussy with his tongue until I was reeling to orgasm again and again.

"When I cum hard against his face, I finally cracked, 'Please? No more... I can't anymore."

You can't, but I can. I can take and take until you crumble into a heap of spent limbs. "Are you asking for a break for your pussy? Ask me nicely and I might use your mouth instead."

His cock was outrageously stiff, dark and veiny where it had been on edge for hours. I don't know how he held back. I couldn't even count the orgasms he had given me, and he hadn't even had one.

Please let me suck your cock, Edward. Please? I want so badly to please you.

"You better be a good girl and suck it all off. If you don't, I'll punish that pussy of yours again."

Yes, I promise.

I'll never get tired of watching you beg for my cock.

She turned me over so my head hung over the edge of the bed.

"Open up, sweetheart. Let me see that tongue."

So I did, sticking my tongue out as he smeared the head of his cock against it, his other hand pinching my nipples as he played with me.

If you can't breathe or need an outlet, clench your fists, ok?

I nodded my head as I closed my eyes and concentrated on circling him with my tongue, finding the ridge and licking it.

"Say yes. I need to know you understand."

"Yes, I understand," I said breathlessly. Next, he slid his cock into my mouth, slowly and gently. At first... The position I was in prevented me from moving as I normally would, but I needn't have worried, Edward treated my mouth as if it were another pussy, fucking me with sure movements, filling my mouth with the taste of myself and the salt of his cum. When I moaned, he grabbed the side of my face and fucked me vigorously. Saliva ran in gushes as I gagged on him, unable to fully assimilate without my stomach churning.

'You're taking me so good, baby. Keep moving that tongue against me. Yes... God, your mouth is good.'

His words stimulated me and I relaxed, accepting his cock as he shoved it in my mouth again and again. Then he pressed down until the head of his cock slid into my throat and stayed there. My body fought against the invasion, my stomach churned and my chest struggled for breath as he pressed his body firmly against my face. Then he pulled away and I coughed, letting saliva escape as I gulped in air.

"Beautiful," he murmured, looking up into my face. He reached down and slid his fingers inside me, smiling, and lifted them before running them over my lips. Look how wet you are. You really are a slut, aren't you?

I nodded my head and went back to filling my mouth with cock.

Every time he praised me for taking his cock, a shiver of pleasure ran through me, and before long, despite how swollen and sensitive I was, I wanted him inside me. To feel him stretch as he fucked my swollen pussy. I needed him again.

He squeezed my throat as he fucked my mouth, his movements becoming more erratic as he neared his own orgasm. When he pulled back to let me breathe, I spoke between gasps.

Please fuck me, Edward . I need you.

With a moan of pleasure, he flipped me over on the bed so that I was face down and ass up, his fingers digging into my hips. I cried out as he slid inside me, my well-fucked pussy protesting even though I wanted him with all my might.

He quickened the pace before reaching down to his jeans and pulling out his razor, freeing my hands with his cock still inside me.

"Touch yourself for me. I want to feel you cum around my cock as I fill you."

My fingers slid against my clit, which was more pronounced than I had ever felt it. The sheets drowned out my moans as he penetrated me, and his surrounded me uncontrollably. Tears came to my eyes as he circled my clitoris rapidly, shakily driving me toward another orgasm. Everything was so sensitive I wasn't sure I could take it. But I wanted so badly to feel him fill me with cum. Every thrust of his cock seemed to say you were mine. Mine. Mine.

And for that moment, I was. All his. It imprinted itself in me. Inside me. For a moment, I could lose myself in the what if's. What if this was my life? To have someone pleasure me until I begged him to stop?

My body shuddered as an orgasm ripped through me, making me scream against the bed as he gripped my hips tightly and crushed me against the sheets, penetrating my orgasm. His mouth pressed to my ear as he cummed hard, filling me with hot sperm.

"Yes. Good girl. Fuck, you're the best." I felt his distant voice as he spoke, hot and heavy against my ears, his breathing ragged as his heartbeat pounded against my back.

He turned me around as he pulled away from me, pulled me close against him and kissed my wet cheeks. You've done very well, darling. So good.

My whole body felt limp and numb, like I'd spent so long feeling like I was nothing but an empty shell. Like I'd been fucked.

"Are you okay?" he asked, sitting up and pulling me into his lap as he stroked my hair and back, slowly urging me back into my body from the realm he'd pulled me into.

"I think I am. I feel like I'm floating. I don't know why I'm crying."

It can happen when things get intense. Was it too much?

"No. Not too much. I think you knocked my brains out of my head."

He picked me up and escorted us to the bathroom, depositing me on the toilet with the order to pee. After a few moments, he returned and filled the tub, pouring in the full bottle of mini hotel soap.

The air swirled with the scent of flowery soap as I peeked at Edward naked. Who knew he had been hiding in plain sight all this time? Sure, I'd fallen in love with him and joked with Mery about it from time to time, but look what I'd been missing. A man who didn't hesitate to put my pleasure first in bed, but who also picked me up and cared about me, even when he was angry with me. How the hell was he single?

Holding my hand, Edward helped me into the tub, smiling when I sighed happily as the water enveloped my body. My blistered feet stung a little, as did my swollen vulva, but within seconds the warmth erased all my aches and pains.

"Are you going in?", I asked.

Soon, I'm going to get something to eat before they close breakfast."

I closed my eyes as the door to the room closed, trying to clear my racing mind as I came down from the high of our activities in the room. As the water calmed my body, the thoughts I had been pushing out of my head came rushing back to me. I had failed to run away, and I hadn't considered at all that Mery would actually be in danger if I didn't come home. I had put my little sister in danger, and that left my stomach hollow. What if William had already taken her? What if I was feasting on Edward's cock while she was being tortured by the man my father had promised me? A wave of nausea washed over me as I sat in the tub. I didn't want to be William's , but I definitely didn't want to subject my sister to him either.

What if I could maim him? Or kill him?