A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 2)

“Yes!” I shouted out as the orgasm tore me apart. My groan was long and low as he pulled the vibrating thing out and replaced it with his tongue.

He pulled away, leaving my pleasantly aching pussy open to the chill of the air. He kissed my thigh, and then his hand wrapped around my breast, feeling its fullness.

“Have I told you how perfect you are, Finley?” he asked softly, his fingers replaced with his kisses. “You’re an absolute vision. I can’t believe I am lucky enough to get to experience you like this. To work the everlass with you and spend my days in your company.”

His lips worked down to my belly and his hand followed, sliding over gently. He sighed softly, and then his touch pulled away.

“Ready for more?” he asked, at my head now. His lips touched mine and then applied pressure. His hand cupped my head, and he opened my mouth with his lips, sliding in his tongue. His taste drove me wild, spicy and exotic and delicious, better than any food or drink I’d ever tasted. Warmth filtered through the bond, his feelings expanding the longer we kissed, until I was drowning in his emotion for me.

When he backed off, still touching my lips, I said, “Whatever comes, I’m glad I have this time with you.”

“Me too, princess,” he whispered, kissing me again.

He pulled back, and I felt the smooth head of his cock brush across my lips. When I opened my mouth, he pushed it in, cupping my cheek as he did so.

“That’s right, baby, suck my cock,” he said huskily, and his hand slid down to my neck. “Take it all.”

He pushed it farther in, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.

“That’s right,” he said, pulling it out as I sucked and then pushing it back in deeper. “Choke on it.”

His dirty talk revved me up. I hollowed my cheeks as I sucked, my empty pussy open to the air, my hands and legs trapped, completely at his mercy and loving every second of it.

He pulled his dick out and moved, adjusting the strap under my head until it was on my neck. Knowing what he wanted, I tilted my head back. His growl of pleasure quickly turned into a groan as he pushed his cock in deep. He pulled out and pushed in farther, almost all the way. Another go, and I accepted all of him, his balls bumping my face. He pulled the strap near my hips, bringing me even closer, and then I felt the first vibrating instrument again, turned on and placed on my clit.

I moaned around the cock fucking my face, pushing all the way in without mercy. My eyes watered, and my throat constricted, my gag reflex active and squeezing his dick. The vibration lit my body aflame, and his harsh treatment of my mouth with his cock built me higher. I groaned and pulled against the bonds, liking the struggle. Liking the violence in our fucking. Loving being bound for him to use. My animal purred in delight.

He pulled his dick out, and spit dripped down my cheek. He left it like that, left my head dangling. He pulled away the vibration, and I could feel the breeze as he moved to the other side of me.

He grabbed my hips and slammed his cock home. My gasp turned into a moan as he used the swing in time with his thrusts, pulling me toward him as he pounded into me. The rhythmic slapping echoed through the room. The vibration touched down on my clit again, spiraling my pleasure higher.

And then it changed location.

It bumped up against my asshole as he ruthlessly pummeled into my cunt. He pushed it in, the feeling a strange violation that I didn’t not like. A moment later, I was a hundred percent for it, the sensation unlike anything I’d felt before.

“Oh fuck, I can feel that through your ass,” he said in a heady groan. “I am rethinking my stance on these demon toys.”

“The demon toys are a go, yes,” I said. “They are a definite go.”

“Can you handle more?” He wiggled the vibrator, meaning in my ass.

Knowing what he was trying to gear me up for—wanting it—I groaned out an assent.

“Good girl,” he said, the vibration lifting. He stalled in his thrusting for a moment. “Just going to keep things hygienic for you…”

I didn’t know what he meant until the first vibration resumed massaging my clit. Clearly he’d wiped it off.

“Thanks,” I said with a grin.

He chuckled as the second vibrator clicked on. The slick, blunt tip hit my ass, his cock still pushed all the way into my pussy. He pushed the vibrator in slowly as the clit vibrator worked me higher. The larger vibrator hit a barrier, and I tried to relax like the heroines in the stories. He started moving his dick slowly, backing out the vibrator before pushing it in again. He must’ve put lubricant on it, because the next time it hit that barrier, it slipped past.