Five: Wrecked by his tongue

SCARLETT

If someone had asked me at the beginning of the day how I’d be spending my night, being tied up to a bad post, stripped naked and blindfolded wouldn’t have crossed my mind one bit.

But here I was in the exact position, naked like the day I was born and bound up to the bed with my legs spread wide apart on the bed of a complete strangers like slut, my core in direct eye contact with him.

As a mafia princess, and as a lady there were so many things wrong with me being this way. It was extremely degrading being in this position. This was the worst scenario anyone could find me in.

And what’s worse, I was utterly turned on by it, my center dripping with nectar and my clit pulsating with need.

He could see all of it.

I hated that I was turned on, hated how my body was reacting to all this.

Hated how much I wanted this.

And God! I wanted it so much.

I was still quivering from the soul-crushing orgasm I just experienced by his finger, just his fingers. Even my fingers couldn’t give me that much pleasure. If only his fingers could invoke such pleasure, I wonder what his mouth could do…

Or his dick.

Fuck!

“Now,” the soundless voice echoed in the room, “who would have thought the almighty Scarlett Castle would look like this when she’s naked, turned on and tied up,”

His voice was taunting, and I could picture his sardonic grin even though I was blindfolded. His words carried a mocking weight and a sneer, stripping away the layers of my supposed invincibility.

I felt the bed dip, indicating that he had climbed on, and soon I could feel his body heat against mine, his intoxicating woodsy scent clouding my senses. I could feel breath close to my ear, causing me to shudder.

“Please…” I stuttered out, not even sure what I was pleading for, if it was for him to stop or for him to keep going.

“I haven’t started yet and you are already begging,” a sinister chuckle slithered from his lips in response, the dark sound that caused shivers to run down my spine, as all I could hear were his wicked intentions for me.

Wicked intentions that I would enjoy.

I felt his index slide through my center and I gasped, the sound escaping as a moan through my lips.

“You are such a needy little slut!” He spat out, and I could only moan back in response, not even attempting to speak or bite back a response.

I just wanted him to have his way with me. I wanted him to use me however way he wanted, I was his for the taking.

Soon, he was hovering above me, pinning me down beneath him. He pressed his waist to mine and I could feel the hardness of him pressing against my core, eliciting a string of moans from me. The combination of his taste and scent was like the perfect piece of obsession, throwing me off the edge of sanity.

I feel his face close in on mine and his lips brush against mine. At that point, I thought he would kiss me, but he didn’t, and a disapproving whine escaped my lips against my better judgment.

He chuckled darkly.

“You really want this, don’t you?” He groaned and I didn’t respond. Immediately, I felt his hand clasp around my neck tightly, causing me to gasp.

“I asked you a question,” he growled into my ear and I whimpered, inwardly cussing myself for getting wetter at how rough he was handling me.

“You really want this, don’t you!” He growled out the question and I nodded eagerly.

“Yes!” I gasped out.

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir,” I responded, too mindless with need and pleasure to even think straight.

A groan emitted from him in response, a sexy sound that sounded at the back of his throat, sending shockwaves spiraling through me.

He began to press fervent kisses to my jaw, making me shiver. His slow, sensual kisses traveled from my jaw to my neck. He nipped on the sensitive skin and I released a loud moan, tilting my head to the side to grant him more access to my neck.

His movements grew excruciatingly slow, inciting a burning impatience within me. My boobs were already very sensitive, my buds erect and ready for him mouth by the time he nipped at the outer flesh, ignoring the aching spot where I actually needed his mouth.

I let out a desperate whimper that soon morphed into a loud moan when he enclosed his mouth around a nipple, giving it a vicious suck, and I jerked with so much pleasure. It was like having a dose of crushed Ecstasy swiped against my lips, activating my taste buds, and rendering my insides a hankering mess because that gentle suck wasn't enough anymore.

I wanted to cup the back of his head, to press his face into my chest but I couldn’t because I was tied up. He took things up a notch when he tweaked the other pebbled flesh between his thumb and index finger.

"Oh, God," my words broke into sensual gasps, my eyes rolling back in their sockets beneath the blind folds. My thighs were overly damp and I could feel my essence coating my inner thighs.

“Ugh! So fucking responsive,” he growled against my nipples and I moaned back in response.

He showered so much attention on my breasts, leaving me a writhing mess underneath him. When his mouth left my breasts, the loss of warmth sent shivers shooting up my spine. My breath thickened when his kisses dipped downwards, stopping at the valley of my pelvis.

My unsteady breaths wavered harder, a clash of anticipation and excitement coursing through me.

I eagerly lifted my hip, not caring that I was utterly bare to him, and he could see how much I was dripping for him.

“So ready for me,” he whispered, and his warm breath hit my centre, causing me to shiver.

A wave of consciousness washed over me, my throat working up and down, giving away my angst. However, they dissolved into a pit of euphoric bubbles that consumed me when he kissed my inner thigh.

"Spread your legs, my little whore!” He ordered

I bit back a snaky response to the degrading name, telling myself that the pleasure was worth more.

Heeding an instruction had never felt more compulsive. They were thick with a dominance that almost had me melting against the sheets. I obliged without stopping to catch my breath, but nothing could have prepared me for the sudden zap of pleasure that surged through me as his mouth descended on me.

“Oh, fuck!”

I moaned, hard, arching my back off the bed.

His tongue glided up and down against me, unfurling torturous bursts of pleasures within me like torrents.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

I struggled to bite back my loud moans but they came tumbling out of my mouth in sputters and babbles when he plunged his tongue into me. I clenched my fist, tugging the ropes that held me bound because I wanted nothing more than to hold his head down to my center and have him eat me out till I forget my name.

I resolved to pushing my hips up against his mouth and grinding against him, tossing my head backwards as a loud, wanton moan escaped my lips. I was so light-headed, that my vision reduced to an obscure mess with black dots splayed all over it as he ate me out into oblivion.

“You are so delicious!” He growled against my pussy, and his lips vibrated against me, dragging out another main from me.

My abdomen clenched really hard, and the tingles that shot up my spine, alongside the euphoric sensation that coursed through me, converged beneath my stomach, curling my toes. My muscles stiffened, and my nipples hardened.

When he took my clit into his mouth and started sucking on the sensitive bud, I started to feel my lower abdomen contract.

“I’m gonna… OH MY GOD!”

With one long, hard moan, I came undone, my juice flowing right out of my center and into his mouth.