Page 113 of Devious Obsession
He moves lower. His tongue dances around, tasting me. My labia, my slit. His tongue pushes into me, and I try to get away. It’s all the sensation I want, but not where I need it. He continues to play with me until I’m squirming against the bindings.
“Please,” I whisper.
His tongue flicks my clit, and I gasp.
I’m right at that edge.
“Please, Steele, I’ll—” I press my lips together and squeeze my hands into fists. “I hate you,” I chant.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
Over and over.
He backs away from my clit and sweeps lower. He kisses my inner thigh.
I’m going to lose my mind.
“I hate you,fuck, I hate you so much,” I continue. “I don’t want anything to do with you. I don’t want to see your stupid face. Your touch makes my skin crawl.God dammit,” I yell. “Get off me, you ogre.”
I thrash. He wraps his arm around one of my thighs, keeping me contained.
It’s pointless to fight him, but—
“You’re wetter.” His finger dips into me. “The fight turns you on, but I know you’re only lying to yourself.”
He climbs up my body and thrusts back into me.Hard. I groan at the contact, but then his hand is wrapped around my throat, and his lips are on mine. Everything about this is aggressive. Like he’s stoking some fire in me, even when I can’t move.
Fuck that.
I bite his lip.
Blood coats my tongue. Then his, as he forces his tongue into my mouth.
I bite that, too.
I feel unhinged, feral. He bites me back. My lips, my jaw. We fight with our teeth. His hand at my throat captures my pulse, my breath. One squeeze and he could cut off my air, or the blood flow to my head.
He could make me pass out with just a twitch of his fingers.
Or kill me.
He lifts his head and stares down at me. His lips are red with blood. His tongue darts out and probes the wound. Another drop of blood oozes out, then drips down onto my cheek.
“Tell me again,” he whispers.
“No.”
He tsks. Rolls his hips. “Do you think I like torturing you?”
“I think you enjoy it, yeah.”
He shakes his head and climbs off the bed. I track him, licking my lips. His cock bobs in front of him, pointing in my direction. He gets back on the bed, but this time, he swings his leg over my face.
I shudder.
