Page 117 of Loving the Wicked


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“Fine, you are clear,ma’am.”

I knew she was smiling; somehow, she made me see it without seeing it. And it was beautiful, soft, stretched the sides of her lips, her eyes alight in admiration and respect.

The sound of something uncapping met my ears, and the smell of chocolate filled my nostrils.

I frowned, wondering why there was choco—

Hot burning liquid met the skin of my chest, and I flinched at the impact.

A light vibration in my cock had my hips jerking off the bed a little, and my mouth fell open as my body tingled. Blood rushed to my cock like it had been summoned, and I felt a shudder skid through me.

What is…

Fuck… the zing-zap sensations crawling through me felt so good.

“You flinched,” Zahra said. “I told you not to flinch.”

The smell of chocolate was still around us, and I could still feel the burn of whatever she had placed on my skin.

With my cock throbbing and my head in a daze, I felt her lips over the spot she had burned with the… chocolate. Her tongue—very cold like she had been sucking on ice—licked whatever liquid she had placed on my chest, soothing the burn, but the pain from it and the sound from the fucking toy around my length made me strain my wrists against the cuffs, unable to move, to see and touch—I could onlyfeel.

“Thick, hot chocolate with your skin tastes divine. Best fucking dessert I ever had.” She kissed me there. “I can still see your skin turn red even with your tattoos.”

My chest was heaving slightly, but I still had control; the sensation from the stimulation was beara—

I flinched when hotness spread over the other side of my chest, the burn running slowly to the middle, and the intensity of the ring doubled. I had the instinct to touch myself and soothe some of the aches, but I was restrained; my muscles tightened and tensed up at the new sensations traveling all around my body at once.

It was mind-curling, my feet tugging at the restraints. A sensation in my spine traveled up front to my stomach and my girth, hard and strangled against the rings.

My breathing grew louder every minute my cock twitched from the sweet, sweet sensations taking their time to trickle and settle inside my body.

Once again, her cold tongue licked up from where the hot liquid had been dripping to where she had initially poured the chocolate.

I heard a devilish chuckle leave her like she was having the time of her life.

While I was fucking breaking a sweat, loving the pain too much—and the pleasure. It was ticklish, a little overwhelming, but controlled—

The sudden feel of a burn spreading in a circle around my left nipple had me flinching—again, and almost immediately, the vibration from the cock ring grew louder, and I heaved out a loud breath, my chest warming, my stomach tightening.

“Fuck.” I breathed out a curse as her mouth enclosed my nipple, cold and tantalizing as she sucked the chocolate off me, her wet tongue intensifying a sensation that didn’t need to be inflamed.

The ring was gripping the head of my cock, squeezing me like it wanted to provoke a release, but it didn’t; it just kept me there, on edge, vibrating, pulsing—

Another burn on my other nipple, and my body jerked at the effect; the intensity increased—

“Fuck, Zahra.” My head was pressed back firmly into the pillow, my eyes squeezing shut at the new feeling erupting from my cock; I was drawn up tight, my stomach muscles tensing as this wicked woman licked me clean while I pulsed, ached, and fuckingfelt.

It felt like the same sensation hitting my cock was hitting every part of my skin.

My heart was pounding, the vein in my neck pulsing, sweat building and erupting from my—

I flinched as hotness suddenly dropped down my chest, and the intensity doubled. A deep groan was dragged out of my throat as I gripped the sheet hard beneath my cuffed hands.

My cock was dripping precum, and I was so fucking hard to the point that I thought I would erupt on the fucking spot without being touched; I was pulsing and erect.

Almost sore.

The pain was driving me mad, but it paved the way to this rush I couldn’t stop, this shiver that had acquainted itself with my body.