And then it happens, almost without warning. I scream his name and then I'm gushing. A stream of it covers the silky sheets, and then I'm sitting in a puddle, crying, laughing, whispering his name like a mantra meant just for me.
I'm so far gone I barely notice the sounds of approaching footsteps until the door is unlocked. It flies open the next moment, slamming into the wall and bringing down some plaster. My eyes widen in shock as they connect with Nox's at the door.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he snarls at me.
He doesn't approach me. Doesn't make a move to stop or help me. It only pisses me off more. "What does it fucking look like? Giving myself the orgasms you've been keeping from me."
"Put the toy down."
"No," I hiss in response, pushing it against my center again and groaning in frustration.
"Fucking obey, little bird."
I don't. He takes several steps to reach me and rips the wand away from me, throwing it at the wall. It hits the surface with a thud, crashes to the floor and blinks a few times before dying.
"You can't take it away from me!" I howl.
"I can do anything I fucking want, Dove," he replies, getting up close and snarling in my face. "You're at my mercy now, and you're playing my goddamn game."
"Then make me come," I hiss. "Give me orgasms, fuck me, give me what I need!"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because you're not fucking ready."
"You don't know me," I accuse him. "You don't know when I'm ready. You don't know shit."
His hand wraps around my throat so fast I don't even get a chance to fight back. He grips me so hard there's no way for any air to get in, and I let out a gargled moan as he lifts me off the bed. He slams my back against the wall and I struggle pointlessly, feet kicking into air. Terror and fear wash over me. He's killed before. He could kill me right now.
"Don't... hurt... me..." I manage to get out.
"Why shouldn't I?" he growls. "You disobey orders. You try to get me to lose my patience. You fuck with my head. You fuck with my dick without ever wrapping your mouth or cunt or tight little ass around it."
"Then..." I sputter. "Fuck me. Please."
"No," he grunts before letting go of me. I crumple to the floor, choking, coughing for my next breath of air. "I'm not going to fuck you. I don't fuck brats."
I glare at him, heart hammering in my chest as I crawl to him. "I know you want to. Do you think I'm fucking blind, Nox? Don't you think I know how desperate you are to plunge your big fat cock inside my dripping pussy? Don't you think I know how much you want to cover me in your seed? You're so fucking obvious... Everyone knows you love me."
He flinches at that and my heart soars.
"You do, don't you?" I purr. "You love me..."
"Don't say that word," he grunts.
"Why?" I smirk, tugging on his leather belt. The way the buckle rattles excites me. "Because it's fucking true?"
"I don't love you."
"Liar," I hiss, opening his belt buckle. He doesn't stop me. I undo his zipper next. My hands have started to shake, and I feel my bottom lip wobbling as I pull down his jeans. He's wearing a pair of silky black boxers and his dick is hard underneath the fabric, painfully straining against it. "I'll suck it... Just tell me."
"I'm not telling you anything."
"Really?" I smile, pulling his boxers down. I don't look at his cock right away, even though it nearly slaps my face when it comes out, it's so fucking big. "You don't want me to suck your huge fucking cock? You don't want that, Nox? My pretty mouth wrapped around your tip, sucking out everything you have to give me?"
"Fuck," he curses, running his hands through his hair and taking his eyes off me. "Stop, little bird."
I don't.
In fact, I disobey his order. I take a look at his cock and lick my lips at the sight. He's so fucking big, throbbing, the veins making his dick look angry, enraged. I want it on my tongue, in my mouth. I want him to come so deep down my throat I don't even get to swallow.
"Stop," he grunts, but I don't.
Instead, I wrap my mouth around his tip and start to suck like the greediest little whore. I play with him with the tip of my tongue, bringing us both closer. When his hips involuntarily thrust forward, I scoot closer, taking more of him in my mouth, licking him eagerly, with desperate need fueling me to keep going.
"Stop," he repeats.
"Never," I manage with his cock in my mouth. I can fucking feel him throbbing. My tongue slides along the longest vein on his dick, feeling the blood running into his cock. A sick desire to bite, to make him bleed, overtakes me. It fills my head. Punishing Nox. Hurting him like he hurt me.