Chapter24 Climaxing in His Mouth
Caius had excellent night vision.
After a brief moment of darkness, he quickly adjusted.
Faint light spilled down from the floor indicator at the top of the elevator.
By that light, he could make out Linnea's face. It was twisted in discomfort, and he assumed it was just symptoms from her fever, so he held her tighter. "The elevator just malfunctioned. Hang in there a bit longer. Once we get out, your headache will go away."
Caius wasn't anxious. He pressed the emergency call button. Even though there was no signal inside the elevator, he soon heard movement outside the doors. In less than five minutes, they would be out.
But Linnea was trembling violently.
Curled up in his arms, she became ten thousand times more agitated than before the lights went out. She clung to one of his arms, her nails digging deep into his muscles with such force she nearly broke his skin.
Not only that, he could hear her teeth chattering.
Was she afraid?
"Let me out... don't keep me in here..."
"Linnea, do you have claustrophobia?"
Linnea didn't answer. But her increasingly intense reaction answered for her.
The day her mother was critically ill, she had rushed from school to the hospital, originally in time to see her mother one last time. But the elevator stopped without warning halfway up. She was plunged into darkness, crying and pressing the alarm, calling for help. Security came quickly and she got out safely.
But she had missed seeing her mother one last time.
Since then, she had suffered from severe claustrophobia.
At this moment, the terror of being trapped in a malfunctioning elevator was drowning her.
Caius stared at her, unable to muster any anger. "Linnea, how can you be so sick? You're more fragile than a vase. What am I supposed to do with you? I'm afraid you'll break if I so much as touch you."
No wonder she wasn't scheming and strategizing with him like before.
It turned out that from the moment she entered the elevator, she had been enduring the torment of illness and fear, too uncomfortable to think.
A fresh smell of blood entered his nostrils.
Caius instinctively thought the bite mark on the back of her neck was bleeding again and immediately licked it, but tasted no blood. He heard the sound of grinding teeth near his ear, looked at Linnea's lips, and only then discovered she had bitten her own mouth until it bled continuously.
"Damn..." Caius felt a headache coming on.
Then, without hesitation, he kissed her.
He used his forceful tongue to pry open her clenched teeth, rescuing that pitiful lower lip. He held her and kissed her until her mouth went soft and numb, until she had no strength left to hurt herself. Only then did he withdraw and slip four fingers inside.
The soft, hot cavity of her mouth.
Caius hissed again. At a very inappropriate moment, he remembered half a month ago when Linnea had interrupted his business call.
Back then, she had also used this soft mouth to wrap around him, making him unable to stop, driving him nearly mad... No, stop.
Caius forcibly suppressed the urge to thrust into her mouth, gently rubbing her tongue instead.
"Relax, Linnea. Be good, okay? You're not alone. I'm here. I'll stay with you..."
Linnea vaguely heard his words.
She was surrounded by the man's cold, crisp scent. This man who always brought her stimulation and fear had, at this moment when she was on the verge of collapse, become her only comfort.
"Hold my waist tight." Caius spoke to her in a low voice. "Linnea, hold me tight and you won't be afraid."
Sobbing, Linnea finally accepted his embrace. She was securely nestled in his arms. Caius could encircle her with just one arm. Her whole body, even her mouth, was filled by Caius.
This sense of security relaxed her for a moment.
But the elevator shook violently again.
Just once, and Linnea's whole body tensed up sharply, instinctively clenching her teeth. If Caius hadn't urgently discovered it and used the brute force of his fingers to press against her upper palate, she would have bitten several of his fingers off.
Caius pulled his hand out in pain and couldn't help scolding her. "Linnea, are you a puppy? Trying to bite my fingers off? If you really bite them off, who's going to finger you until you squirt in the future?"
Linnea couldn't hear his teasing.
She still wanted to bite something. Seeing she was about to bite her lip again, Caius quickly wedged his forearm into her mouth. "Bite this instead, okay? Stop making trouble..."
Linnea bit down with all her strength. She had two extremely sharp canine teeth that actually pierced through his rough skin in one bite.
But Caius didn't move.
He just let her bite, holding her as he retreated into the corner, sat down, and reached out to wrap her shirt tighter around her shoulders so she could curl up in his arms. Then he patted her back in a way one would soothe a child.
Until she had no more strength and released her bite.
He looked at his forearm. There were clearly two bloody holes where Linnea's sharp canines had pierced through.
Two small holes slowly oozing dark red blood, surrounded by a circle of deep red teeth marks and an ambiguous patch of red from sucking.
"Really sharp teeth and a sharp tongue..."
This little cat must be getting revenge, right? Revenge for him biting her so painfully just now. She was so petty.
As he spoke, the strange swelling in his lower abdomen intensified, poking against the hem of Linnea's dress.
And Linnea was still trembling.
"Linnea, close your eyes. Don't think about these things. Can you do that?"
"I can't... I'm scared! I told you I'm scared!"
Linnea was annoyed by his pestering. She threw a tantrum and shouted, her body struggling uncontrollably, grinding haphazardly against that massive thing. "I hate you! You're making me do things I can't do..."
"Okay, okay, okay." Caius laughed helplessly. Afraid she would exhaust herself, he had no choice but to block her out-of-control mouth with his lips. "I won't force you. Then you just need to feel me, okay? I'll fill up your brain."
He knelt on one knee, using the webbing between his thumb and forefinger to grip the inside of Linnea's thighs, spreading them open. He pushed her against the wall and smoothly positioned both her thighs on his shoulders.
Linnea's entire weight was concentrated on his two arms. The faint sensation of weightlessness scared her into shouting.
"Put me down...!"
But Caius's arms were surprisingly steady. No matter how she pinched or squeezed, he held her firmly. Linnea's lower body was completely defenseless. That head approached with scorching, moist breath. Before even touching her, it made her push his head away in fear. "Don't come closer..."
"Don't?" Caius said, "But you're so scared you can barely speak clearly. Linnea, how do you know what you really want?"
"Right now, I'm the one who decides."
His voice became muffled as his head buried itself between her legs, tearing and biting away the obstructive lace fabric.
The sticky fluid expelled from her slit due to extreme tension coated the area below in a slick layer, which was then rolled into his mouth by his hot tongue.
He was like a wild bear licking nectar from a delicate flower. The nectar was abundant and sweet, carrying the high heat of something steamed. More enticing than any bloody raw meat he had ever torn into before. Almost like some kind of addictive drug.
Linnea's brain, originally filled with fear, was washed clean by pleasure like a spring tide. "Caius, this is an elevator... don't bully me..."
"So what?"
If she only had a fever, Caius certainly wouldn't be beastly enough to take advantage of her vulnerability. But what she needed now was a distraction from her anxiety. Caius continued kissing her without any guilt.
From the petals, deep into the center, every layer satisfied him enough to sigh. "Linnea, you're so sweet."
"Don't..."
"Lying isn't good, Linnea. You're so wet you're about to soak through the floor." Caius's mouth was very busy. He used his prominent nose tip to poke that little cherry pit, making her gush again. "Tell me, when the elevator doors open, what will other people think of us?"
"Don't... don't let them find out..."
Shame burned through her brain. Linnea started crying. She completely forgot she was in a claustrophobic environment, only knowing that she was controlled by this devil of a man, about to reach the peak at any moment.
But Caius intensified, thrusting into that opening again and again.
Finally, she was on the verge of collapse and couldn't help begging. "I'm almost there, Caius, suck inside hard..."
But the devil stopped. "Hold it in."
"No..."
"But the elevator doors could open at any moment."
"Caius..."
"Or are you saying, Linnea, you don't care about anything anymore?"
"Even if someone could come in at any moment, even if everyone will find out..."
"You're still willing to climax in your man's mouth, is that it?"