“NO!” However, this echoing plea was answered only with another amused chuckle and a very firm,
“Yes.”
Then once more he latched himself to what felt like every inch of my sex and I was again, bending my spine trying to escape all that was him. But then he placed a firm, cold metal hand against my belly and barely had to even push before it was held down flat against the bed.
Then like a good little fucked up bird, I was soon singing for him once again.
“Yes, yes, fuck! Lucius please, not this time I am so…NO, GODS BE DAMN IT!” I shouted trying to yank out of the shackles just so I could pound my fists against his back. This was as I felt the vibrations of his sadistic laughter against the inside of my thigh where he was kissing, in between his obvious amusement.
That had been number four.
I swear if he continued past number five, then a light breeze blowing against my pussy would have made me come like a fucking asteroid hurtling up back into space! And speaking of number five, he started slowly this time, and those barely there touches were soon combined with him blowing on my heated, soaked tender flesh as if he had heard my thoughts spoken aloud.
“Sooo gooood.” I moaned, hating my weakness at not being able to hold it back and this time when he smiled, I felt it surrounding my clit before he suddenly ended the gentleness by sucking the bud in deep and rolling it between his teeth. I would have bolted upright at that one, had I not been restrained by more than just his hand that was still positioned at my belly.
I think this lasted all of three seconds before I was about to come and this time I tensed, as I tried to hold back any indication that I was as close as I was, just so it could sneak up on him. However, the sadist in him knew and the moment his lips left me, I looked down at him and screamed,
“Fucking bastard! Let me come!” At this he simply smiled as if every time he got a new reaction from me, it was like being awarded the next level of achievement or some shit like that!
“You think this is fucking funny!?” I shouted at him, making him bite his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing at my outburst and I hated him for it!
“I confess that I find it most satisfying, yes,” he told me, and I narrowed my eyes at him before saying,
“Then it’s a fucking good job I am tied up, because I would currently be kicking the shit out of you…oh, and just so you know, it would not have ended the way it did the last time I put your arrogant ass on the floor!” At this he threw his head back and laughed, making his abs tighten in a way I now hated because him being hot right now just pissed me off.
“I think we will save that type of foreplay for another time, Pet, as right now…”
“I am far from done with you.”
21
Denied. Granted. Owned.
“I am far from done with you.” The moment he said this my eyes widened, and I muttered,
“You can’t be serious!” My outrageous cry was met by action as he suddenly grabbed a fistful of my dress in his clawed metal hand and as it tightened the material around me, he replied,
“What do you think?” Then he twisted his claws in such a way that when he tugged, he ended up tearing my dress right off me. I cried out in shock at suddenly finding myself completely naked. Not that there had been much of a dress to begin with but still, it had felt like it offered me something at least.
He yanked the torn shreds from underneath me, tossing them aside and once more taking his usual position, which was obviously his favourite for torturing me.
“You can’t do this,” I muttered and at this he grinned. Then while still holding my gaze from above my abused sex, he told me,
“Oh yes I fucking can, Princess…besides…I am still hungry for you,” he said pausing enough to speak this last part down at my dripping pussy, making a show of licking his lips. Then he dipped his head down and I tensed knowing what was in store for me yet again.