Pan's Salvation (Dueling Devils 5)

She moaned.

“Mmmhhh. You’re so vocal and we’re just getting started.”

He clamped the cuffs around her wrists. Their lightweight didn’t weigh her wrists down and the insides are velvet soft. He pulls the chain up and hooks them to something above her head.

“You’re so damn sexy exposed to me as a gift. Let’s start with something I know you’ll enjoy.”

His wet hair tickled her and he sucked a nipple into his mouth.

She hummed.

Pan released it with a pop and did the same to its twin. “Do you remember the black plastic pieces?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to use them now. They’re suckers and they go right.” He placed them on her stiff peaks. “Here.”

They suctioned to her breasts and he tugged lightly as she whimpered.

“I know you like it when I play with your breasts.” He flicked then.

Overwhelmed, she cried out.

He continued to play with gentle flicks and tugs. Her breasts swelled and her pussy grew wet. “Damn, I can see you glistening. You like this, don’t you?” He pulled them both and she arched her back. “I bet I could make you come, just, like, this.” He timed his words to each pull.

Her core tingled while her legs shook.

He then increased his speed.

A ball of tension formed in her stomach. Her breath came in pants.

“Come now, Lark,” he ordered.

She fell to pieces under his tutelage. Still riding high, she screamed when he thrust two fingers inside her pussy. Somewhere during her trip to space, he’d taken off her panties. “Pan…”

“Hartley. I want to hear you call out my name.” He pumped slowly, circling her walls.

She lifted up to get a better angle.

“So eager, my greedy little bird. They starved you. Don’t worry, I have plenty to go around.

But it’ll be on my terms.” He pushed in as far as he could go and paused.

The feel of his long, thick, calloused fingers made her squirm as she edged up on her tiptoes.

“Be still.”

She placed her feet firmly on the floor and gritted her teeth.

“That’s right little bird. I control the pleasure. You feel what I want you to.” He removed his fingers and slapped her pussy.

“Hartley.”

“Fuck yeah, babe. That’s what I want to hear.” He praised. He ran his fingers through her curls and parted her lips. “Such a pretty, pink, pussy waiting to be filled. But not yet.”

“Hartley, please?”

“Oh, trust me. I’m going to please you.” He moved away.