Page 22 of Bleed with Me

“Bloody hell,” I exhaled when her tongue traced the length of my growing cock, and her hand moved leisurely up and down my shaft. Sparks of excitement danced in her eyes, appearing like tiny stars in the dark sky. This situation and my position were utterly absurd, but I just couldn’t help but stare, enchanted, at the masked woman sucking and licking my dick like it was her new favorite lollipop.

I should’ve fought her. The rational part of me knew it. But I was a man. A tied man, to be precise, with no way to escape her claws.

And fuuuuuck, she was perfect.

My head tilted back when she squeezed my balls almost painfully, and the tip of my cock touched the back of her throat. She literally swallowed me as far as she could, her throat constricting around me. The world blurred, and all the worries about her being an obsessed psychopath were nonexistent. I couldn’t even remember my name when she took me in again and again, as if she planned to blow not only my cock but my entire being.

I helplessly tugged on the restraints, the pain around my wrists cutting through the haze. But instead of waking me up and disturbing her magnificent work, it intensified the pleasure. I felt like I was about to burst. Fuck, it was good, the best I ever experienced in my life, but in a split second, everything disappeared.

For a moment, I thought I had lost consciousness. Still, my dick throbbed painfully, and my tight balls vibrated with a need for release. The frustration flooded my system, the blood rush deafening my ears. My muscles were tight, and my mind demanded the relief that wasn’t anywhere near.

“What the…” I looked at the smiling villainess between my legs, who licked her glistening lips tauntingly. Her eyes glowed with mischief and satisfaction over my agitation.

“Why?” I exhaled, my chest heaving. I tried to stay calm and breathe away all the nasty words I wanted to say to her. She didn’t need to know that she’d touched a nerve and thrown me off my game by completely changing the rules.

“Why not?” she countered, sitting on her heels. The zipper on her leather jacket was down more than before and provided a nice view of her cleavage and two tasteful globes the size of oranges.

“I thought we were having fun,” I explained, trying for a casual tone, but the irritation in it was palpable.

“I am having fun.” She smiled sweetly, leaning closer to my face. Her tongue darted out, and with the tip, she licked my cheek to my ear. “I’m having fun by teaching you who holds the power, baby.”

“So, this is a lesson?” I breathed, sucking my lower lip into my mouth when she nibbled my earlobe. The freaking witch discovered all my erogenous zones in no time.

“Everything is a lesson.” She cupped my chin, forcing our eyes to meet. Her lips gently brushed mine, like a butterfly’s wings, but when I moved to capture them in a kiss, she jolted away.

My chest tightened, and for the first time since I had woken up in this old house tied to the bed, I felt helpless.

Normally, I would grab her and have my way with her. I would wipe that arrogant smile from her tempting lips by fucking her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk. Yet my options were limited. I would either completely submit and let her play with my sanity, or I could use her obsession with me against her. What could I lose anyway? The worst had already happened.

“Please,” I breathed, doing my best to ignore her hand traveling down my abdomen to my lower parts. The mask covering her face brushed against my nose, and the soft exhale that escaped her was the indicator I needed to continue. “Please, ma vilaine.”

The words caught somewhere between a plea and surrender. The air around us thickened with anticipation; every glance from her slowly melted my resistance, pushing me to submit to her torture.

“What are you pleading for?” she asked seductively.

“Mercy,” I exhaled, betting everything on one card. She wanted me, but I would be the biggest liar on the planet if I claimed I didn’t want her, too. She enchanted me basically with nothing and in no time.

“Mercy,” she repeated with a hint of a smile, her lips faintly brushing against my jaw. Tingles erupted under my skin, and my breathing quickened because her hand had just arrived at its destination, finding my painfully erect cock. “You just want your dick sucked.”

“Yeah,” I confirmed, licking my dry lips. “That’s my idea of mercy, ma vilaine.”

She smiled, keeping eye contact while she leisurely nested between my legs.

“I’m curious, Dorian.” She moved my shirt aside, hypnotizing me with her sparkling eyes that looked like dark, forbidden gems that promised eternal damnation in exchange for momentary pleasure. “What would you call me if I let you suffer unsatisfied?”

“Menace,” I whispered, holding my breath when her mouth closed around my dick. “Or devil. I’m not sure right nooooow.”

The last word turned into a moan when she took me so deep I almost immediately exploded. My eyes rolled upward, and I hit my head hard against the wooden headboard. My balls tightened, and when she grasped them, I whimpered. I fucking whimpered because my mind and body were all over the place.

What kind of spell had she cast on me?

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, looking down at the masked face swallowing my cock like it was the most delicious thing in the world. Her stunning plump lips encircled the crown, roughly sucking on it, and when her hungry tongue joined the show, I was done.

The sensation started in my balls and rose through my cock like an electrifying wave, until I exploded like a fucking bomb. Ecstasy clouded my senses, forcing loud guttural sounds to escape my dry throat. My heart slammed into my ribcage like it wanted to break through, and my mind shut down.

I forgot about everything. My focus was only on a mind-blowing pleasure as my cum spurted out of me in waves. The satisfaction was overwhelming, and before I could do anything, the world went dark.

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