Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
“Won’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Orion says, tilting his head back as she toys with his hair.
“Good boys. Now you will watch while I come, and you will lick up every droplet of my juices.”
I whimper when her heel pushes down onto my package even harder.
“Say what I want to hear.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I moan.
“Open your mouths. Show me how badly you want this.”
Her fingers expertly swivel back and forth, spreading the wetness all over, and after a while, her head tilts back as the moans become increasingly louder.
“Fuck, I’m gonna squirt,” she says.
“Fuck, yes, give it to me,” Orion moans, his tongue spilling out to catch every droplet.
As she moans out loud, the wetness pours out, and both Orion and I lean forward to let it douse us like we’re animals in heat, desperate for a taste. My lips part as the squirt goes everywhere, covering my face and mouth in her juices.
“Fuck,” I moan, licking it all up.
“Now suck,” she says, grabbing both our heads by the hair, only to shove us into her pussy.
My tongue dips out to lap her up, her taste so fucking addictive I can’t get enough.
But then I taste the stranger’s salty cum right out of her slit, and it infuriates me and fires me up to the point that I begin licking her more fiercely, sucking it all out so his taste will no longer taint hers.
If I can’t keep her to myself, then I will make sure to erase every inch of his existence from her body and mind with my tongue alone. But it’s her dominant gaze that makes me work even harder for her approval. The terror it instills in my bones still makes me shiver, and it’s exactly that fear that drives me closer to her.
Closer to the edge of oblivion, where her darkest desire … and agony reside.
Orion
My tongue coils around her clit, and I suck as hard as I can, tasting that sweet nectar of the goddess herself. I can’t believe she dragged us all the way back here to play with us like this. I thought she was definitely going to delete us from the face of the earth.
Granted, maybe that’ll still happen after she’s had her fill.
Just the thought makes me moan out loud as I swivel my tongue back and forth across her slit. But the narrow gap between her thighs doesn’t allow for much room, and Xavier is trying to push me away, so I shove my tongue right up against his.
I don’t care if he despises my presence. I will do whatever she tells me to because it’s one step closer to nirvana. My longing for a death by her hand cannot be fucking quenched by his desperate yearning even though he’s a shivering mess.
Fear eats him alive.
Meanwhile, I just want to be eaten. The end.
I shrug and continue licking her like I’m supposed to, wondering when she’s finally going to continue to punish us.
That dildo nearly got me there.
Though kissing him … That threw a wrench in my plans.
My eyes flicker to his while I’m lapping her up, and for a brief second, his eyes find mine in the flurry of lust, but they swiftly move up to her watchful gaze again, as if he’s absolutely determined to forget I even exist.
As if he wants to forget his tongue was swirling around inside my goddamn mouth.
Fuck that.
“You’re doing so well, boys,” she mewls, and I look up into her eyes too, enamored by the mask covering her face. “I might come again.”
“Yes, please,” Xavier moans.
“Will you drown me?” I ask.
“By squirting?” She sniffles away laughter. “Keep licking, and I might.”
“Any way you desire,” I say, kissing her thigh. “Even if you drown me in a tub, I will oblige if it means a certain death by your hands.”
She bites her lip. “Does the thought of dying turn you on?”
My tongue rolls around her wet slit. “Greatly.”
She retracts her hand and slips it into a small pocket in her suit, only to pull out the biggest knife. It glints in the light, and the idea of it poking me turns me on so much my hard-on twitches in my sweatpants.
She slides open my bathrobe with the tip and slips the knife down my chest. “How much?”
“Fuck, so much,” I moan.
“Keep licking. Both of you,” she commands.
Xavier grumbles, but her hand firmly entwined in his hair keeps him from focusing on me, while she starts pushing the knife farther into my skin with each of my licks.
“Enough to sacrifice your precious skin for me?” she asks.
I’ve always considered my body my second-best asset, after my eloquent poetry, but I’m willing to shed blood for the chance to be wounded by her hand.
“Take what you need from me,” I whisper.
The first cut is immediate. Deep. Burning.
I hiss as the blood begins to roll down my chest.