Page 130 of Captive Ruin

Her lips twist. “That would be… typical.”

“Think you’ll win?”

“Yes,” she replies confidently. “I’m going to make you lick me standing up.”

I grin, even though she can’t see it. “There’s my Little Stray. There’s that fight I know you have.”

“I’ll have more of it if you untie me.”

“I’ll untie you when I’ve finished punishing you.” I move between her legs, letting her feel both my palms against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, my breath on her exposed, spread little cunt. She tenses beneath my hands, biting at her lip. “Do you know how wet you are?”

“You slapped my pussy,” she complains.

“Is that why?” I ask, amused. I don’t think she intended the two things to be related, but perhaps they are.

“Not what I meant at all.” Her blush undermines her words.

So yes, then. Interesting.

“I’d say sorry, but I’m not. Let me kiss it better.”

“Of course you’re not, you—” She breaks off with a gasp as my tongue slides through her labia, pushing into her hole then up to seek her clit.

Probably just as well. I’d bet my fortune the next word out of her mouth would’ve been ‘bastard.’

I close my eyes, letting out a contented sigh as the taste of her fills my mouth after so long. She tastes fucking glorious, and I’ll never be able to get enough of her. Her cunt is lifted and vulnerable, letting me feast as I want. Minutes pass, her soft sighs of pleasure mingling with higher-pitched notes as I flit between her opening and her clit, until she’s whimpering, her hips twitching as she desperately tries to find the friction I’m denying her.

I want her present in the moment, begging to be allowed to come. I want her admitting she wants me. I want there to be no doubt in her mind: she’s mine.

My stubble is coated with her arousal, and the taste of her fills my mouth. I could wallow in her scent.

“You promised to punish me with orgasms,” she gasps at last, voice tight with need. “You haven’t delivered so far.”

I grin. That’s how my Little Stray begs: by pushing me. “So impatient, wife of mine.”

Pressing my face into her, I can’t help but give a low growl of satisfaction. Cats do this, rubbing their face against people to leave their mark, but I’m not sure if I’m marking her or she’s marking me.

Both, probably. That’s how it always goes between us.

“Do you know I’m yours?” I ask her, seeking out her clit while I await her response.

She gasps high and sharp. “I… don’t know anything… when you do that.”

“Do what?” I give it another lick, then suck it between my lips, drawing it as deeply into my mouth as the nub of flesh will allow. She rewards me with a moan.

“Yes, I’m yours,” she cries out.

Not what I’d asked, but I’ll take it.

My Little Stray can’t keep her hips still, and I’ve been toying with her long enough. I slide a finger inside her, and she’s so wet it’s easy to add another. G-spot and clit together, and I curl my fingers as I lick and suck, her cries rapidly reaching a crescendo. She clenches on me, body tensing, a rush of wetness around my hand, but I don’t stop. I know from experience she can come again despite her sensitivity.

Lucky Little Stray.

A second orgasm follows the first, and she’s still coming, shuddering beneath my fingers and tongue. I lose count before her cries turn into noiseless gasps, and that’s when she’s reached the edge of too much, where pain and pleasure mingle. The sadist in me wants to keep going, forcing her… and why not. She pushed for this.

“No… please…”

“Just one more,” I murmur. “It’s still early.”