"So tight." He curled his fingers, pressing against a spot inside me that made white light explode behind my eyes. "This greedy little pussy is going to feel so good wrapped around my knot, Beloved."
I sobbed.
Actually sobbed.
The pleasure was too much.
Too intense.
Building toward a peak I wasn't sure I could survive.
His mouth returned to my clit, sucking and licking while his fingers pumped in a steady rhythm. The dual sensation was devastating—his tongue swirling in maddening patterns while his fingers stroked that spot inside me over and over and over.
My wrists were raw from pulling at the cuffs. My thighs shook uncontrollably. My hips ground against his face with no rhythm, no control, just pure animal need driving my body toward release.
I am going to cum on the tongue of a serial killer. In a room designed for the insane. On a bed made of straitjackets. And I am going to love it!!!!
"That's it." He pulled back just enough to speak against my flesh, his fingers never stopping their relentless assault. "I can feel your pussy squeezing my fingers. You're so close, Beloved. Right there at the edge."
The coil in my core tightened.
“Are you going to cum for me, Beloved?”
“Oh!!”
My thighs clamped around his head. My hands balled into fists inside the restraints.
"Let go." His tongue flicked my clit. "Fall. I'll catch you."
He curled his fingers one more time.
Sucked my clit hard.
And the orgasm detonated.
“OHHHHHH!!!” The pleasure hit me like an overdose—too much, too fast, flooding my system until I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't exist as anything other than pure sensation.
His dark chuckle rose in the room. It was the sound that gave people nightmares and my inner walls clamped down on his fingers in rhythmic pulses.
My back arched so hard I thought my spine might snap.
My screams tore from my throat and died in the padded walls, swallowed whole, made secret. “OHHHHH!!!!”
This is what they mean by a high. This is what they mean when they say they would die for one more hit.
The pleasure crashed through me in relentless surges, each one carrying away more of who I used to be.
I was melting.
Unraveling.
Coming apart at the seams while a monster drank from my pussy like I was holy water.
And I didn't ever want him to stop.
His fingers kept moving, gentler now, coaxing out aftershocks that made my whole body jerk. His tongue kept licking, soft and soothing, cleaning up the slick that poured from me in a steady stream.
The silence of the aftermath was absolute.
