Desolation Road (Torpedo Ink 4)

“We will attend parties and all around us there will be others having sex openly. If it is at our clubhouse, we control what goes on. You will be safe. No one will ever touch you. Not only will I look after you, but every one of my brothers and sisters will as well. What happened to you as a young teen was traumatic and will be difficult to overcome, but we can do it together.”

While he spoke in that soft, velvet voice, he rubbed the top of her head gently, petting her, soothing her.

“If we are on a run, that is a more difficult environment and our rules are tighter for a reason. Always, you have to know I will keep you safe. Here, in our home, is where you learn my word is good.”

He waited, never forcing her. She could end their play. She knew that. One word. One gesture and it would stop. She nodded, keeping her gaze fixed on his. Excitement had built with every word he said. She wanted that kind of trust with him. That kind of bond. He was difficult to read, his mind nearly closed to her, other than allowing her to read his intense pleasure and the fact that he was telling her the truth, but now she felt his pride in her, and that stoked the fire between her legs.

The vibrators kicked up a notch, making her breath hitch in her throat. When she gasped, he thrust his cock into her mouth deeper than she thought she could take him. He did so fast, abruptly, his hand holding her head still so she couldn’t move or pull away from him. The girth of him stretched her lips impossibly, almost to the point of hurting, so that for a moment panic set in.

Scarlet kept looking into his eyes and forced air through her nose. He smiled gently at her. His eyes changed, going nearly smoky, approval making her almost giddy. She almost forgot what she was doing she was so mesmerized by him. Then she felt the familiar weight of him on her tongue, the heat and taste of him. Everything vanished but the need to give him as much pleasure as possible.

She used her skills, tongue curling, lashing, sliding over him and up him, and then the vibrations rocked her body and she gasped again. He jerked her head back at the same time and aggressively thrust deeper. She felt him invading, pressing into her throat. Automatically, her throat tried to close, to cough, to gag, her body telling her she couldn’t breathe and she might die.

For a moment she couldn’t see him through the liquid swimming in her eyes, but then she managed to blink rapidly, and she found herself reassured by that gentle, steady look, so blue, so completely loving. At this moment, so filled with calm and pride in her. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her and in any case, he wasn’t in her throat. He was just sitting there, deeper than he’d ever been. She could still touch him with her tongue, still suck when she got over being alarmed. Still breathe through her nose. She did all those things, stroking and caressing, and he pulled back and gave her air immediately.

Her body was so close to orgasm she was undulating, rocking back and forth, the chandelier rubies on the nipple clamps swaying as if an earthquake was occurring. Absinthe pulled his cock from her mouth and moved around her body, one hand sliding down her back and over her hips and bottom. The vibrator in her pussy stopped abruptly and he pulled it out.

Scarlet tried desperately to still the little mewl of protest, but she didn’t have time to even get it out before his hands were at her hips and he slammed his cock into her hard. Fire streaked through her from her deepest core to the very tips of her nipples, to short-circuit her brain.

A strange rolling thunder started in her ears, drowning out all other sound. The vibration between her cheeks increased and the plug began to pump of its own volition. She knew, because Absinthe’s fingers bit deep into her hips as he jerked her back into him with every thrust forward. His cock felt so thick, almost too big, taking up too much room, driving through her folds with deep hard strokes that sent roaring flames spreading through her like a wildfire out of control.

Her breath turned so ragged, her lungs burned. There was no air, no way to breathe, but it didn’t matter. Only that delicious burn that seemed to be growing hotter and hotter, consuming her. She knew she was going to go completely insane unless her body let go but that coiling inside her just kept building and building like some great tidal wave, higher and higher in the deepest part of the unseen ocean, a wall waiting to overtake her and drown her.