Page 99 of Claimed By the Depths

And gods, she was soaked.

I yanked on the cuffs, her command still fresh on my mind. “Fuck, mommy. Please.”

“You’ll need to do more than just that,” she stated with a huskiness I’d never heard before.

Cock already leaking, I threw my head back against the mattress. “Please. I need to feel you. You render me desperate, Rohen Levitte, and I wish for nothing more than to lap your cunt like the desperate man I am. Use my face as you wish, rid me of air, whatever you need to ensure you reach your peak, for I am yours to wield.”

“Better,” she groaned, dragging her fingers up her dripping core. “Tell me more, Caspian Vayne.”

“Hell, I am begging you,” I pleaded, a whine slithering between each word. “I want to show you what it is like to be worshipped, to have a devout man between your thighs willing to do whatever you command. I will do whatever you want, in whatever way you wish. Use my body to rid yourself of the wrath, fear, and frustration you feel. Utter whatever demeaning remark you wish; carve through my flesh with your nails or blade. I already kiss the ground you walk on, and whatever you desire, I will burn the world for.”

Her caresses halted, and she pushed herself to stand. Knee greeting the bed, the pleasure swirling within me amplified. But just when I believed she was seconds away from rewarding me with her essence, she gripped my length unapologetically. Pinching my tip, a harsh curse slid through gritted teeth as I looked at her.

“W-What… I⁠—”

“I would never demean you,” she growled as she twisted the sensitive skin. “Ever.”

“Okay, okay!” My desire for pain betrayed me as my hardness twitched in her hold. Relief washed over me as she loosened her hold, and the tension in my body dissipated slightly.

Bringing her hand to her chin, she spat in her palm before grabbing my cock once more. With a generous stroke, my hips followed her as I chased the friction she provided. Intrigued by my movement, she picked up speed, sinking her thumb into my crown with each ascent.

“F-Fuck, thank you, mommy,” I mumbled, my eyes rolling with the influx of pleasure.

“Oh? Do you like that?” she asked, nails grazing up the sides of my shaft as she slid back down to my base.

“Y-Yes… Fuck, yes.”

“Such a good boy.” Pressing a kiss to the brand on my chest, Rohen shifted and continued with her praise. “Every inch of you is magnificent, Cas. You’re perfect by definition, and there is no one, nothing, else I need than you. From your coaxes to your cries, I wish to cater to each corner of your soul. So we will start here…” Without warning, she jerked on the chain, and before I could cry out, settled her core on my face.

Her scent consumed me, a primal need overhauling everything else. Back arching, I flattened my tongue and lapped up her center. Muffled cry serving as motivation, I continued with earnestness, sucking and licking her cunt like a desperate bitch.

She tasted like everything I didn’t know I needed.

Grip tightening on the links, she drew a whimper from me as she rocked forward, using me just as I’d pleaded for her to. Her ass threatened to asphyxiate me, but I never faltered in devouring her. Savoring her wholly, I followed her movement, lapping her from one end to the other.

“Oh, fuck, Cas!”

“Mmph…” I groaned, chasing her sensitivities as she grabbed the headboard.

Finding her clit, I circled it with attentiveness and promise before biting down. She cried out in response, palm slapping my chest as she worked to stabilize herself on the throne I would always offer her. Legs trembling and warning of impending release, I coaxed her folds with urgency, desiring nothing more than for her to reach her peak.

“O-Oh… Oh…” Rohen whimpered, nails digging into my side as she wrenched on the chain again. “T-Treasure… M-My treasure. Shit.”

Burying my nose in her cunt, I wrapped my tongue around her, flicking her sensitive bundle of nerves with determination. As a man more than willing to appease, I took pride in the title I was often granted—pleasure bottom, power bottom.

A scream ripped free from her throat, and she reached back to grab a handful of my hair. Controlling me with the decor dangling across my chest, she twisted its slack before pulling with a strength I hadn’t experienced.

“Ah, fuck!” I shouted from beneath her, the two words the only pause in my feast.

“S-Slow…” she huffed, each roll of her hips decreasing in speed. “Slow, C-Cas…”

I obliged, not wishing to push her beyond what she was comfortable with. Licks following her rhythm, she rode the waves of her orgasm, and I swallowed every single drop.

When her hips fell still, I stopped and drew in a breath. She loosened her hold on the chain before swinging her leg over me. Coming to kneel at my side, I admired the light blush painting her cheeks. Even with her hair disheveled and her stoicism muddled, she was beyond stunning.

She was beautiful.

She was mine.