There’s no other word for it. I scream as his tongue finds every nerve ending I didn’t know I had.
He pins me down by the hips and eats me like he’s starving. Likethisis the real punishment—making me take everything he gives without being able to fight it.
“You taste like fucking honey,” he mutters against me. “Sweet and innocent. Just like I thought.”
I writhe. Moan. Tug at my wrists, but the makeshift bonds hold.
And he doesn’t stop.
Tongue circling, then plunging. Fingers gripping tight enough to bruise. He sucks on my clit like he’s trying to draw the brat out of me.
“Damon—I can’t—I’m going to—”
“Don’t you dare,” he snarls. “Not yet. You don’t come until I tell you to.”
He pulls back and I whimper at the loss.
“Please—”
“Begging now? Didn’t hear much of that when you were showing off your tits for the whole fucking world to see.” He reaches up to knead my breasts roughly with both hands, then twists the nipples.
I cry out, flushed and panting. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Not yet you’re not.” He leans in again. This time, he goes slower.
Teasing.
Circling.
Bringing me back to the edge, then pulling away again.
Three times.
Four.
By the fifth, I’m crying and writhing under him.
“Please, Damon. I’ll be good. I swear. I’ll do anything. I’ll be a good girl, I promise.”
He looks up at me, his mouth glistening.
“That’s what I wanted to hear.”
He slides two fingers inside me—only halfway—and sucks my clit as he curls them just right.
I break.
Explode.
Come so violently my legs are shaking.
He holds me through it, licking every twitch, every pulse, until I go limp against the lounger, wrecked and boneless.
He rubs my lips with his wet fingers. “Open your mouth,” he orders. “Suck my fingers. Taste them.”
I obediently open my mouth and take his fingers, sucking and licking. When they’re clean, he reaches behind me to untie my wrists.
"Remember this, Viviana," he says. "Remember what happens when you push me. Remember what it feels like to be used, to be ruined. This is a warning. If you ever show your tits in this yard again,” he says, voice deadly calm, a chilling promise in his tone, “I’ll fuck you right here on the grass and let the cameras and the drones watch everything.”
