“Number four,” he licks his lips, mesmerizing me with the action, “You have to be claimed by Caspian before then.”
“Uh huh,” I agree, captivated by his mouth for a second before I remember myself, “Wait, what?”
He chuckles darkly, speaking against my lips, “Do you think I would ever send you into a situation where you could die without taking precautions against it? Silly girl.”
“But, but I would have to—” I shake my head to clear it of the thoughts his proximity is causing. Between his lips caressing mine and his overwhelming cinnamon, sandalwood, and puresexscent, I’m putty in his hands right now, and he knows it.
“It’ll be easy-peasy, baby,” he assures me, “I’ll just slice a teeny piece off of Caspian’s arm or something, and he’ll take a bite out of your delectable little body.”
“But, it’ll hurt,” I whine, thinking about how sharp Caspian’s teeth were when he bit my ass. He didn’t even break the skin, yet I still cried out in pain and shock.
He licks my bottom lip, and I bite back a moan, “I’ll make sure you’re feeling so good that you won’t even notice the pain, I promise.”
“Why can’t it be your way?” I pant, letting my eyes slip closed. In a perfect world, we could stop talking about this now and just keep kissing.
“My way is too dangerous, Bel,” his grip on my hair tightens, “I could kill you far too easily.” A not entirely unpleasant shiver runs down my spine at the combination of his terrifying words and the sultry purr he said them in. For a fleeting moment, I wonder why he’s so adamant about not being bound to me in that way. Before that stressing thought can wander too far, he groans and captures my lower lip between his teeth, biting the flesh and asking, “Does the danger turn you on, my Songbird?”
I nod, unsure I could speak if I tried.
“Of course, it does. You’re my sweet deviant, aren’t you?” he coos, running his nose down mine. I know he’s only trying to distract me from the horrors dancing around my head. Still, letting them go for now in exchange for the pleasure he promises sounds like a better idea than wallowing. “Let me make you sing again, little bird. Can I?”
“I- uh huh, yeah, yes, please,” I mumble, already lost in his taunting words and taut grip. With a moan, he slams our mouths together, walking me backward to the bed.
Against my mouth, he whispers, “This fucking bed smells like your sweet pussy, you know that?” I whimper as he shoves me down, laying me flat on my back. “I spent all night hard as a rock, surrounded by the scent of you and Caspian together.”
“Fritz, please, I-” he silences me with his mouth again, climbing on top and straddling my hips, effectively trapping me in place.
“You know I almost begged Caspian to fuck me, just to find some sort of release,” I whine as he grips both of my hands, pulling them above my head and holding them in place, careful with my injured one. He leans in to whisper in my ear, “But it wouldn’t be the same without you screaming, falling apart on my tongue,” before biting my lobe hard enough to cause another high-pitched noise to escape.
He kisses down my throat, dragging moan after moan from me before leaning back to peer down at me, tracing down my neck with a fingertip. That finger trails down between my tits, circling one rock-hard nipple, then the other. I’m panting at the cruel tease, nearly pleading for him to just dosomething.
Bringing that finger back up to my face, he traces my mouth with it, half-lidded eyes mesmerized by the movement. “I fuckingloveyour mouth, Bel. Do you know that?” He pulls my lower lip down before releasing it and watching it bounce back. As he traces them again, I chance a tiny lick of his finger, and he groans, rocking his hips against me.
Feeling emboldened by his reaction, I repeat the action, watching his eyes flare with need. I wrap my lips around his finger and lick the tip again, needing to draw more sounds from him. He has me completely trapped and at his mercy, yet I’ve never felt more powerful.
He gently urges his finger deeper into my mouth, utterly slack-jawed at the visual of me sucking on it. With another groan, he removes his finger, tracing the seam of my lips again before telling me, “You have no idea how many times I’ve fucked my hand wishing it was this mouth.”
“I’ve never- I don’t even know how-” I babble.
“Caspian hasn’t had your mouth yet?” he asks, feral excitement growing inside him. I shake my head no, licking him again. With that silent permission, he sticks his finger back in my mouth more forcefully. My reflex is to gag, but I breathe through it, sucking on him and flooding my panties from the intrusion.
“Oh, fuck, Bel. You’re gonna be so good at sucking cock,” he murmurs, pulling out and adding another finger, gagging me. All the while, he keeps rocking himself against me, muttering, “That’s so perfect, baby. Can’t wait to teach you how to take me down your throat.”
I moan at the idea of him fucking my mouth, closing my eyes, and imagining him doing just that. When he jerks his fingers from me, I nearly protest, eyes flying open, but he doesn’t give me a chance. He strips me of my pants and panties in one movement, dropping to his knees on the floor.
He hooks his hands underneath my knees, pulling them up over his shoulders. He mutters to himself, staring at my exposed center, “Fuck, it’s so pretty,” looking up at me, he announces, “You’re going to fuck my face, Belissenda. AndI’mgoing to sink the fingers you just lubed up for me into this tight little asshole.”
“Hey!” Caspian calls from outside the door, “We agreed, none of that until we’re all together.”
My eyes dart to where his voice came from, and my jaw drops, but Fritz just groans in frustration. “Fuck, fine. I won’t do that. Yet,” he winks at me before burying his face into my pussy, licking me from opening to clit.
He looks up at me from between my legs, face already soaked with me, “Fuck off, Caspian. We’re busy.” Before I can laugh, he continues his assault on me, sucking on my clit, then filling me with his tongue, back and forth again and again until I’m squirming, one hand gripping his hair. The other lays frustratingly, horrifically useless above my head.
“Oh, baby,” he pauses his movements, “Look at you writhing for me. I wanna stuff you full of me, you know that? I can’t wait to split you open on my cock.” To punctuate his words, he slides two fingers inside me, forcing me to scream at the sudden fullness.
“Please, Fritz, please,” I beg.
He curls his fingers up against me with each thrust, dragging them against that spot that drives me crazy. Due to his rough movements, one of my legs falls off his shoulder to the floor. Without so much as pausing, he uses his other hand to grab my ankle and place my foot on the bed, spreading me wide open. Being positioned this way gives me enough leverage to start rocking against him in earnest, chasing my release.
