“Are you ready for your reward?” she asked as she sat back on his thighs and began to touch herself, still toying with his cock with the other hand.
Dorian’s face was red when he met her gaze. Tongue running over his lips, he nodded his head eagerly. “Let me taste you,” he begged again. “Please.”
Bala crawled over him, a pleased smile on her lips as she watched him wait for her this time to position herself over his face. For her permission.
“All yours, Prince,” she said as she took hold of the headboard.
His groan vibrated her sensitive nerves, and he began to lick her.
She intended to tease his need to have her there by letting the tip of his tongue rake over her with every rock of her hips. Setting her own pace and keeping him whimpering and needing.
Yet with every stroke of his tongue and brush of his breath on her sensitive nerves, she felt herself slowing. Felt herself merely holding onto the headboard instead—hovering over his mouth and lingering longer and longer on his face. And after a few minutes, she found her forehead sinking against the wood.
She would never tell him that he knew what he was doing but damn if he didn’t.
She cursed the air and herself for ever walking into that room and giving in to his stupid dares.
The chains jerked as she fought her now fluttering eyes, gripping to the headboard and cursing as his tongue teased her. He was dragging it up and down, pausing to bring her clit into his mouth and suck before teasing with the tip of his tongue again and again.
Her thighs tightened around his ears. She was going to drown him if he continued. She punched the wall, hearing him groan beneath her, and Bala began to struggle.
She started to move—to lift off of him before he sent her over the edge and out of control. But the noise of his chains jingling caught her ears.
He bit her clit, and Bala cried out. A surge of adrenaline and pleasured pain shook her. She whimpered at the sudden turn of events, how despite his being chained beneath her, he had somehow gained the upper hand, and she was slowly spiraling into his grasp.
A bright blue light flared across the walls as her breath caught and her eyes rolled. His sucking became more vicious, like it was not him beneath her but somethingmore. Something primal. A raw power that she couldn’t bring herself to deny.
The chains rattled again, and Bala gasped when Dorian’s heated hands grabbed her ass—holding her there secured on his face. He was pinning her from below, fingers wrapping up over her thighs from behind and forcing her to sit. Something hotter than she’d ever felt touched the top of thighs, and she realized he had burned the chains with his fire, and it was the melted iron that grazed her skin. The streak of it sent a jolt to her stomach and between her thighs.
She was nearing her end. Every stroke of his tongue made her mind blank. There was only this agonizing tease and how damn good his pleasuring mouth felt on her screaming pussy. She didn’t want it to end. Not yet. Not while she had him there. She hadn’t felt this kind of pleasure in years.
It was painful to deny her release, but he suddenly had a hold on her that made her wild. She wanted to hit something, to whip wind if she could think straight enough to do it.
But all she could do was surrender to his mouth. To his sucking and biting that made her almost scream. She rocked against him, trembling and writhing as she fought for her next breath until finally, she couldn’t stop herself.
Her fist slammed into the headboard with a forceful wind behind it, and she grabbed his hair, releasing onto his tongue and soaking him with her juices. Her high-pitched scream filled the air as she convulsed uncontrollably. Her muscles limped, arms and thighs feeling like water, but he held her there to the point that she was pulling his hair so hard, she thought she might pull it out.
He flipped her before she could move, and when his devious eyes met hers, she cursed herself for the response she’d had to his stupid lashing.
Dorian’s white teeth slashed through the darkness with a dangerous grin. And when his lips parted slightly, and she saw her release stilled on his tongue, daring to drip down the corner of his mouth. She swallowed and watched as he moved over her.
His palms pressed into the bed on either side of her arms, taut length grazing her stomach—that bead of liquid streaking across her skin. He leaned down, tongue sticking out, her juices lingering there, and she couldn’t stop herself from leaning up and licking her tongue against his. Not kissing him, but rather tasting what he’d done to her and hating herself for how much she liked this.
But she really was.
And she would never tell him.
“If I didn’t know better,Bala,” he drawled smugly as he moved to bite her throat, “I’d say you enjoyed that.”
She grabbed his chain and yanked him at the same time that she shoved his face, and Dorian growled back—as though his form coming to the surface had broken him out of the submissive state he’d been in before.
Oh, fuck yes, she thought to herself.
But she didn’t let him get the edge.
She reached between them and grasped his cock hard, tightening her nails into his skin and choking him at once. But just as his teeth bared, she reached behind his neck to the clasp, and Dorian shuddered.
She moved slowly. Keeping his eye contact the entire time and making sure he watched as she returned some of that power back to him. And when she tossed the belt to the floor, he stiffened.
