Page 107 of The Devil’s Feather

“I want to watch you touch yourself.” It came out as a whine. “Not if you don’t feel comfortable, of course. I-I trust you, and you trust me, and I know you don’t usually⁠—”

A palm rose before my face. “Spit in my hand.”

I obeyed. With a deep breath, Rafael stroked his cock with that hand. The other pinched my nipple. The newly inked feather danced over his flexing forearm, mesmerizing me. I licked my lips, stretching my neck, stretching my tongue as he came closer. The tip hovered, tantalizing, just out of reach.

Rafael yanked a rope, and my world flipped upside down. I yelped at the blood rushing back to my feet as I stared up at the ceiling.

He steadied my swinging. “Better. I want to see your breasts, and this will help relax your throat.”

I resumed my straining. Finally, my tongue contacted the tip of his cock. He hissed, but didn’t back away. Rough hands covered my breasts, squeezing my nipples in a rhythm that pulsed to my clit. I licked the velvety skin, tracing the seam to the tip.

Rafael’s turn to moan, and he stepped closer. “Use your teeth. I need it to hurt a little.”

I opened my jaws as wide as I could and took him into my mouth, letting him press against my teeth. My mouth was barely big enough to work the flared head past my lips. He caressed my face and neck.

Oh, to be a snake and swallow him whole.

Breathing hard through my nose, I took his cock as deep as my anatomy allowed and sucked hard. The sheer size of him trapped my tongue in place; almost impossible not to use my teeth. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the slow thrust and withdraw. The silky-soft skin sliding over my lips and tongue. The barest scrape of my teeth. The jaw-aching girth. The low noises, deep in his chest. The hand playing with my breasts.

I sucked like I’d somehow be able to inhale all twelve inches of him. Like I’d never breathe again if he didn’t come in my throat. Nipples tight, my clit throbbed in protest, desperate for attention. With my legs bound, I couldn’t even squeeze my thighs together for relief.

Flash. Click-fizz. I opened my eyes to the Polaroid aimed at my face. Mascara running, choking on his massive cock. I hummed approval, and he took another picture. I sucked with renewed vigor.

Rafael tensed. Both hands gripped my breasts. One harder thrust. Then another. A moan rose from his throat and strangled into a growl. He shuddered to a climax. Cum poured so hot and fast down my throat I fought against my gag reflex.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth. I gasped for breath, savoring the briny-sweet, wild taste of him. Another rope tug flipped me again, this time hanging me upright, high enough to look him in the eye.

Hands cupped my face. Rafael kissed me so hard I swayed in the ropes. I kissed him back with equal fury. As though I’d meld completely into him, losing the superficial boundaries between us.

“I have long dreamed of this,” he murmured against my lips.

“Thank you for trusting me.” I wiggled happily in the ropes.

“How are you feeling? Do you need a break?” He wiped the sweat from my forehead with a tenderness that seized my heart.

“Floaty and euphoric. Not ready to come down yet, but definitely ready to come.”

A hand slipped between my legs. I cried out and bucked my hips, desperate for release.

Rafael kissed me again. “Did you know you have been dripping on the floor this entire time?”

The room spun again as he yanked the ropes, bringing me face down and table-topped again. Hands gripped my thighs, careful of my fresh tattoo, and hot breath gusted over my aching cunt. I whined. Rafael pressed his tongue to my clit, and I trembled into an immediate orgasm. He licked as I cried out and writhed against his mouth.

“Nothing else tastes so sweet.” His tongue flicked in and out of me, swirling, savoring.

He sang a note, deep in his chest, directly against my clit. The vibrations shivered through me. His voice grew in volume, stepping down to deeper notes. Pressure built and burst in whimpering cries from my lips. Rafael laughed and sang an even lower, louder note. A sharp climax caught me, and I thrashed like a fish in a net. He kissed my clit so thoroughly I forgot my own name.

Movement behind me. The tip of his cock swept across my entrance. How was he already hard again? He drew back. Lubed fingers glided in and out of me. I still ached from the night before, but the overwhelming need for his cock drowned out my good sense.

Rafael worked himself into me little by little, guided by my panting cries. Stretched to my limits and beyond, I undulated against him, forcing myself open. Impaling myself with the ecstasy of overabundant fullness. Holding my waist, his hips thumped against me in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

My body floated. My mind floated higher. He was a glacier carving a new valley from the stone of my body. He was lava flowing into the ocean of me, changing my tides.

Rafael stilled.

“No, keep fucking me.” I clenched with all my might. “Keep going!”

“Fuck, you are so tight,” he moaned.