“Excellent,” he says, making sure to speak so that his breath washes over my sex. “Then tell me what you have been holding back.”
I squirm beneath his grip. “Anything except that.”
He withdraws his head from between my thighs, and I want to scream. Then he kisses my knee. Up my inner thigh. I shudder beneath his torturous attention, my pussy throbbing.
“Please lick me,” I beg. “Please suck my clit.”
He pauses. “What is clit?”
“The part you were just licking! Please, just give it a little more attention. Please,please. I need to come.”
“Wonderful. If you need to come, you know what to do. Open your sweet mouth and tell me all.”
My mouth clamps shut again.
And he continues his torturous ministrations.
Half an hour later, I’m all but vibrating with need. He’s kissed up my stomach andaroundmy breasts without giving my nipples any more attention than his warm breath and a single quick swipe of his tongue that has had them hard and puckered ever since.
I finally cried petulantly, “Fine. I don’t even care about coming. I’m not even turned on anymore.”
At which point he dropped back to my sex and ate me out so voraciously I thought it had actually worked. I was two milliseconds away from climax when he retreated.
I did scream that time and thrashed in his hold.
Frustrated tears pour down my eyes.
“We can stop at any time,” comes his solemn voice. “You will not come, and I will not have your secrets.” The hands not holding my thighs and wrists gently caress down my body, pinching my puckered nipples lightly.
I twist in need, so many emotions warring.
“But you do not want me to stop, do you?”
I shake my head. No. No, I don’t want him to stop.
“While you give me control, you were the one who asked for this. Because, deep down, it was whatyouwanted. You want to tell me. In spite of how stubborn you are, you trust me.”
And then I feel his head at my sex again. He blows more warm air across my swollen clit. “Give in to what you want, beloved.”
I cry harder.
And finally, I break.
Hiccupping throughout, my truth finally spills. The whole thing. What I do for work. How my father and I were lured by my uncle to the huge cabin in the middle of nowhere. The ambush.
“I just fled,” I cry. “I abandoned him there, and I don’t even know if he’s alive or dead!”
Kharon’s continued caressing me as I talk, his touch grounding me when I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams. It’s as if telling it out loud makes it all real.
He bends over me, his forehead pressed gently to mine. “I am so sorry you had to experience these terrible things, my beloved. Thank you for entrusting me with your shadows.”
He kisses down my neck, between my breasts, across my belly, and finally to my sex.
“Now give everything over to me.Release.”
And, probing one finger inside me to tease my G-spot, he suckles my clit and catapults me immediately into the highest, hardest, most intense orgasm I’ve ever?—
I screech as white explodes across my vision, all thoughts gone and completely free as waves of pleasure wash over me. One, and then another, and then another. Quaking higher as he continues to suckle and finger me, higher still, and still higher.
