Anger overtakes my common sense. “You’re holding out forthatpiece of shit? You’d choosehimoverme?” I’m unreasonably enraged at the thought. What the hell does Dagon have that I don’t? Why is she so fucking loyalto—
“It’s not about a choice, Maximus.” Her words are sharp enough to cut. “It’s the only way to keep my world from crumbling. He’ll… he’ll do something I can’t live with if I don’t obey his rules.”
The leverage. Whatever he has on her that’s keeping her reluctantly loyal to him. “Then tell me what it fucking is, and let me fix it.”
She stares at me for several agonizingly long moments. I almost think she’s considering it.
Do it, my eyes beg.Confide in me. I won’t let you down—I never have.
Well, I did, once, when she disappeared and I didn’t search hard enough. When she endured years of trauma and torment because I wasn’t there for her.
I don’t intend to ever repeat that mistake again. I’ll have her back, whether or not she wants me to.
“I can’t,” she whispers. “I don’t trust you.”
And, just like that, my anger returns. “I’m going to fuck you soon either way. If you tell me what Dagon has on you, I can take care of it and clear your worries. Otherwise…” I shrug. “I imagine it’ll just be stressful for you.”
Her jaw clenches. “Fuck. You.”
“No, Flame.I’llbe the one fuckingyou. For now…” I slide down her body. Wedge her legs open with my shoulders. My mouth literally salivates as I stare at her glistening pussy, desperate for a taste.
I wasn’t lying when I told her I’m a hedonist; I am. And I think her pussy is about to turn into my first ever addiction.
I spread her folds with my thumbs, lower my head, and blow cool air right over her clit. She arches, and a choked noise escapes her. I’m eager to hear it turn into a moan, and I’m more than eager tofinallyfind out what she tastes like, so that’s what I do. I give her a long, slow lick, from entrance to clit. Her flavor—musky, mildly sweet,so feminine and utterlyher—bursts over my tastebuds, and I fuckingloseit.
I spear my tongue inside her, lapping up every drop she has to give me, trapping her clit under my thumb. I start gliding my finger over it, up and down, side to side, testing different speeds and pressures. She tries to keep her noises trapped, but her nonverbal cues tell me all I need to know.
When I rub the side of her little clit, up and down, I feel it swell and she writhes. In circles has a similar, more potent effect.
She tastes like innocence, darkness, and my future. She’s my forever, and I’ll burn the world down if it means I’ll becomeherforever. I’m so fucking desperate for this girl.
“Wait—” her voice is panicked and confused. “I… I don’t—”
I lift my head. The stark uncertainty stamped on her expression tells me all I need to know. “Flame,” I say carefully. “Have you ever had an orgasm?” I imagine shemust’vetouched herself as a teen… but she might not remember. Or she might’ve been too much of a prude. In either case, has she touched herself since Dagon got his hands on her?
She hesitates, then shakes her head. “I… don’t think so.”
“If you had, you’d know.” I dart my tongue over her clit. “Come whenever you’re ready.” There’s no way I’m going to stop her. In the future, I might make her wait for it or deny her, but not today. It’s a point of pride to be the bestower of her first orgasm. I intend to be the first and the fucking last.
I wrap my lips around her clit, spearing my fingers inside her. Finally—fucking finally—she releases a loud cry. I slide my free hand beneath her, lifting her hips, bringing her closer to my mouth… And then I feel it. Her pussy clamps around my fingers so violently I think she’ll break them off, and her back bows. Ashrieksounds like it’stornfrom her, and she orgasms with untamable tremors. A swell of priderises in my chest as I replace my fingers with my tongue, and rub her clit with my thumb. Her thighs shake, her legs try to close only to clamp on my shoulders, andfuck,she tastes so delicious, she’s all I want to eat for the rest of my life.
I drink up her orgasm in greedy gulps, holding her hips steady. Her descent from the peak is slow and languid. Her shivering persists, but her pussy stops clenching. I pull back. Lick the remnants of her orgasm from my lips, grunting. Swipe my fingers across my mouth, then climb back up her.
She’s dazed. Confused. Looking like she might be about to burst into tears, but also, somehow composed. Leave it to my woman to be the ultimate oxymoron.
“I’m going to be having your pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” I decide. “And snacks."
Idon’tsay out loud that me going down on her will necessarily lead to me letting her come, because it’ll vary widely. If I’m in a good mood, she’ll come. If I’m in a bad mood, she might not. If I’m furious, coming will turn into a punishment.
I wouldn’t classify myself as a sadist, pleasure dom, or any of the concrete boxes of BDSM. I’m a mix of all of them. I get off on my partner’s reactions, and on extremes. Extreme pain—great. Extreme pleasure—fantastic. Anything that’ll drive whoever I’m fucking to the edge of insanity.
And I already know that all of my experiences and desires will pale in comparison to how it is with Ember. She’s something new entirely.
“You’re my favorite flavor.” I lean down to rub my nose over hers, smiling at the smear of wetness I leave. “And my favorite person.”
“You’re…” she trails off. “A menace.”
I chuckle. “I’ll take the compliment.”
