Sweet Captivity

"Please," I begged, my legs beginning to tremble. "It's too much."

"Count," he reminded me.

"Two," I whined, trying to push away from the torturous vibrations.

His fingers left my nipples to twine in my hair. "You're going to have another one. You're going to cry out in pleasure while your mouth is full of my cock. I want to feel you scream."

A small whimper eased up my throat, but my discomfort eased. My core contracted with fresh need, and the vibrations began to stimulate me again rather than torment.

"Taste me," he commanded. "You can come as many times as you want."

I flicked out my tongue, barely touching the underside of his purple head. He hissed out a breath through clenched teeth.

"More," he demanded.

I obeyed, craving more of his unique flavor. His skin was soft, so different from his thumb. It felt velvety smooth as I glided my tongue down his length, traced the underside, and swirled around his cockhead.

"Very good. Just like that." He was breathing hard, his accent thicker than I'd ever heard it.

I pressed my tongue flat beneath his shaft and cried out as another orgasm wracked my system. It started deep inside me, building until the pressure was impossible to bear. I started licking him in earnest, tasting every inch of him as I reveled in the decadent feel of his hard cock under my sensitive tongue. He bit out a curse, and I moaned in satisfaction. Knowing I had such an effect on him was heady. This powerful man who craved control was struggling to hold back his lust for me. I wanted him to come undone, to feel the same wild abandon that had completely overtaken me.

"How many?" he asked roughly as my orgasm finally started to subside.

"Hmmm?" I hummed against his shaft, and his fingers tightened in my hair.

"You know, gatita. Don't toy with me. How many?"

"Three," I sighed, rubbing my cheek against him.

"That's it," he encouraged. "Worship my cock. Just like that."

The vibrations continued to torment me, but I didn't bother begging for him to turn off the machine. I knew he wouldn't, and truthfully, I didn't want him to. I was as greedy as he'd claimed I'd be. I wanted more: more pleasure, more power, more Andrés.

"Suck me," he ordered, on the edge of his control.

I opened my mouth and invited him in, stroking him with my tongue as he slid inside. He stopped me with his fist on my hair when I tried to take him all the way to the back of my throat.

"Slowly, sirenita," he corrected me, his accent so heavy it took me a moment to discern what he'd said.

Using his grip on my hair, he eased my face back so only his cockhead remained inside my mouth. I rolled my tongue around it and stared up at him. His nostrils flared and his eyes turned flat black. He bared his teeth in an expression that was almost vicious. It made my pussy flutter, and another orgasm shuddered through my body. I screamed around his cock—just as he'd ordered me to do.

He thrust forward, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, and he immediately pulled back so I could gasp in a breath.

"Relax," he growled, but there was no menace in the word, only desire. "I'm going to come down your throat."

I moaned, the only sound I was capable of with him filling my mouth. He pressed farther back, testing me. I breathed through my nose and focused on suppressing my gag reflex.

"Good girl." His hold eased on my hair, and he massaged my scalp as he pushed into my throat. He threw his head back with a roar and finally released, his cum lashing into me. He pulled back so it coated my tongue, filling my mouth.

"Swallow," he snarled. "Take everything I give you."

As I did so, pleasure claimed me again, the vibrations of the machine beneath me relentless. My entire body twisted against the restraints, mindless with ecstasy. He finally pulled free of my lips, but I continued to lick him, cleaning off the last of his desire.

He started murmuring in Spanish, running his fingers through my hair as he praised me.

Finally, he turned off the Sybian, and I collapsed in exhaustion as all my muscles melted. He freed my wrists from the cuffs and bent to catch me before I could fall. He went down on one knee and captured my lips with his.

Surprise sparked through me that he’d kiss me after coming in my mouth, but he didn’t seem to care. If anything, he seemed hungrier for me than ever.