Chapter 131 My Stepbrother’s Cock Feels Good (10)
Chapter 131 My Stepbrother’s Cock Feels Good (10)
{RUE}
A scream ripped from my throat before I could stop it, raw and startled. "What the fuck was that?"
"Relax, Rue," Damon murmured, his voice infuriatingly calm right against my ear.
"Relax?" I craned my neck, straining fiercely against the cuffed wrists pinned above my head. "How the fuck do you expect me to relax when you just shoved something up my ass out of nowhere?"
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, vibrating against my skin. "No need to be so uptight. It's just a butt plug."
The breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding escaped in a shaky sigh.
My heart still pounded against my ribs, but some of the tension eased from my shoulders. "You could have at least warned me first."
"Then it wouldn't have been a surprise." I could hear the smirk in every syllable.
I shot him a withering glare. "I don't appreciate that kind of surprise."
A laugh burst out of him. "Okay, okay. My bad."
I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt, tugging uselessly at the cuffs biting into my wrists. "Just get it out and remove these damn cuffs from my hands."
He tilted his head, studying me with dark, unreadable eyes before offering a slow nod. "Okay, ma'am."
"I'm serious, Damon," I warned.
"So am I." His hand shifted between my spread legs, fingers wrapping around the base of the butt plug.
He pulled it back, the thick intrusion dragging slowly against my tight inner walls, and before I could even draw breath, he thrust it back in with one single, brutal motion.
"Fuck!" I yelled, my back arching off the table.
He smirked, keeping his gaze locked on mine, drinking in every twitch and shudder that rippled through my body.
"Get that fucking thing out. Now!" I spat.
"I will," he muttered. "After I'm done."
"Fucker," I bit out through clenched teeth.
"That's the third time you've called me that tonight." His smirk stretched into a full, infuriating grin, his eyes glinting with wicked amusement. "If you want me to fuck you again, no need to beat around the bush, baby. Just tell me."
Heat flooded my cheeks, and I hated myself for it—hated the way my body responded to his words even while my mind screamed at me to kick him in the face. "I hate you so much. You know that?"
"It's not news to me." He leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper that sent shivers racing down my neck. "Bear with me a little. It'll start to feel good soon."
I let out a long, defeated sigh, my body sagging against the cool surface of the table. "Okay."
Maybe I surrendered because I wanted to get this over with so I could drag myself upstairs and wash the sweat and sin off my skin.
Or maybe... I agreed because some dark, treacherous part of me was desperate to find out what came next.
Slowly, he began working the butt plug, pulling it out inch by torturous inch before sliding it deep again.
The stretch burned, a sharp, searing ache that made my teeth grind together until my jaw ached.
It hurt like fucking hell.
My fingers curled into tight fists inside the cuffs as my nails dug fiercely into my palms.
Damon leaned up, his hands sliding along my arms to reposition my cuffed wrists.
He pressed them flat against the table, pinning them hard above my head.
"Keep them there," he ordered.
He began his descent down my body, his mouth blazing a wet, scorching trail from my chest down to my stomach.
His tongue dipped heavy and hot into the hollow of my navel, sending a violent shiver straight through me.
"Oh, fuck," I moaned, my back arching off the table.
His hand flattened against my stomach, pressing me back down with unyielding pressure until a gasp punched out of my lungs.
He continued his torturous path downward, lips and tongue painting fire across my skin—kissing the sensitive flesh just above my drenched pussy, tracing the crease of my thighs, before finally pressing his mouth directly against my soaking, throbbing slit.
“Mhmmm, fuck,” I moaned, shivering as I felt his hot breath feathering over my pussy.
He settled his head deep between my inner thighs, his broad shoulders forcing my legs wider, and then his mouth latched fiercely onto my clit.
The sensation hit me like a lightning strike, hot, electric, and devastating.
He sucked on that swollen, throbbing bud with a hungry desperation, pulling hard into his heat as if letting go would mean his immediate destruction.
The wet, obscene sound of his mouth devouring my clit echoed off the walls, slick, rhythmic, and utterly filthy.
My legs began to shake uncontrollably, trembling and bucking against his shoulders.
When he scraped the faint edge of his teeth across the sensitive peak, just a bare whisper of pressure, my vision flashed white.
His tongue flicked up and down in quick, maddening strokes against my clit while, at the exact same time, his fingers kept driving the butt plug in and out of my tight asshole.
The dual-pronged rhythm was relentless, perfectly synchronized, turning every nerve ending inside me raw and overstimulated.
The sharp sting in my asshole quickly dissolved, melting into an intense, foreign heat that pushed me dangerously close to a shattering climax.
"Damon…" I moaned, his name spilling from my lips like a fucking prayer.
"Yes?" His voice was muffled against my dripping folds, but I could still hear the arrogant, smug satisfaction dripping from the single word.
"Please—" I whimpered, driving my hips upward to force his mouth even deeper against my soaked pussy.
He raised his head, tearing his mouth away from my clit. "Please what?"
Before I could drag enough oxygen back into my lungs to answer, his thumb found my sensitive peak, circling it with rough, merciless pressure.
At the same time, he thrust the butt plug deeper into my asshole, twisting it to scrape against every exquisitely sensitive edge of my inner walls.
My eyes rolled back in my skull as he increased his pace, the dual torment driving me out of my mind.
The sensation coiled low in my belly, winding tighter and tighter like a spring ready to snap.
I could feel my orgasm building, gathering force like a tidal wave about to crash.
"Please," I begged, the word thin and desperate as a shudder wracked my frame.
"You have to be clear with what you want, Rue." His voice was a low, teasing drawl that made my blood boil and my pussy clench all at once.
I shifted my gaze down my body, my vision hazy and unfocused, and found him watching me.
He was propped up, both hands completely occupied—one relentlessly punishing my clit, the other driving the butt plug deep inside me in a slow, torturous rhythm.
"What do you want, dear sister?"
"Fuck me, goddammit!" I yelled, the words tearing from my throat with feral desperation as my hips bucked toward his hand.
"Can you repeat that?" He flashed me an insufferable, wicked grin. "I didn't quite catch it."
"You are so… arghhh!"
I sucked in a long, shuddering breath, my chest heaving and my breasts trembling violently with the force of it.
"Say it again, Rue. So I can hear you properly," he said.
"I want you to fuck me, Damon," I whisper-yelled, the words tight and choked through clenched teeth.
He smirked, leaning in closer. "Say please. I want you to beg me, Rue."
"Gosh, you are so insufferable."
"I know right?"
Without missing a beat, he increased his pace, driving the butt plug fast and hard in and out of my asshole until I almost saw stars.
His hands kept moving, relentlessly pushing me closer and closer to the edge, and I knew with sickening certainty that he wouldn't relent until I broke down and gave him exactly what he wanted.
"Please... fuck me, Damon," I finally choked out, the words tumbling out in a breathless rush.
His smirk widened, slow, and so infuriatingly smug I could have screamed.
He slid his thumb away from my clit, withdrew his hand from the butt plug, and crawled up my body until his face was mere inches from mine.
"Okay, Rue." His breath ghosted over my lips as he leaned in, closing the remaining distance until his mouth brushed mine. His voice dropped to a low, dangerous rumble. "Your wish is my fucking command."