Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 102901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Raphael wanted nothing more than to thrust her head down and make her pretty mouth take his cock in punishment, sucking so hard it shot excruciating pain to his suffocating balls. But he would like that too much. He needed to punish her. Needed to get her from underneath his skin. “You understand that you disobeyed me? Displeased me?”
“Yes, my lord,” Maria whispered, her voice meek.
Her meekness only made her effect on him worse. “You understand you have to pay the price of that behavior?” he snapped.
Maria’s cheeks burst into flames. “Yes, my lord.” Her voice had grown hoarse with anticipation. It took Raphael all he had not to groan at the sound of her addictive soft voice.
Painstakingly slowly, Raphael unraveled her hair from his hands until he had enough space to lie down on the bed. With only a thin clump of hair wound around each hand to control her moves, Raphael lay on his back. “Climb over me.”
He tugged on her hair, as if it were the reins of a horse. Maria shuffled forward until her knees were just above Raphael’s head. “Further. Knees on either side of my head. I want your cunt above my mouth. And that’s the last time I’m gonna tell you. Do not disobey me again.”
Raphael tugged harder on Maria’s hair to show her he meant it. With a small cry, Maria edged forward, shyness engulfing her face, a nervous blush coating every inch of her skin. Her nervousness made everything worse. It was fuel to his already raging flame. But he couldn’t stop. He needed to taste her, needed her on his tongue.
When she stilled, her pussy hovering just above Raphael’s mouth, he said, “You will lower yourself to my mouth. And you will take what I give.” He heard Maria’s labored breath. “You won’t move until I tell you. You won’t move your arms. You will keep them by your side. You can cry out.” Raphael let her slowly absorb the rules. “And I want to hear every second of your pleasure. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my lord. I understand.”
He was out of control. He couldn’t stop, he was governed by his need and this woman. Do not kill her, he told himself as his hands itched to take her life and rid himself of the strange feelings taking him over. Of her and her blue eyes and warm palm on his cheek.
Pulling Maria down by her hair, Raphael took the first taste of her pussy. Fire soared through the fibers of his muscles as soon as her flavor burst on his tongue. He should stop. Stop and kill her now. Cut off the strange effect she had on him with one snap of her neck, and find another to fulfill his fantasy. But he didn’t stop. Couldn’t. She was too perfect to dispose of. Instead he took her like a man starved, licking and sucking and groaning deeply with every cry of ecstasy she expelled above him. Her thighs shook from the pressure of being unable to move. Her arms were by her sides, and apart from the shudders of pleasure that sailed through her from Raphael’s relentless tongue, Maria stayed exactly where she was meant to, only making him crave her more. The feel of her hair wrapped around his hands, the taste of her cunt, and her submission to his orders caused Raphael’s cock cage to strain so tightly he could feel the blood and cum being trapped in the restraints.
Maria’s cries were a constant song as he pulled at her hair and devoured her clit. Body tense and a scream ripping from her throat, Maria came, her wetness filling Raphael’s mouth. He didn’t stop. He licked and licked until Maria convulsed above him, unable to take anymore. He stilled, yet she still didn’t move.
That acquiescence pleased him more than she could ever know.
Raphael’s chest rose and fell in rapid movements. The room grew quiet; the only sounds were the haunting hymns and harshly exhaled breaths.
He needed to get out from underneath her. Needed to stop the constricting of his chest. It hadn’t lessened. The claws were burrowing in deeper, imbedding themselves in his flesh.
He couldn’t stand this new feeling. He wanted it gone from inside him.
He shifted down the bed and brought himself to his knees. His cock was throbbing, the pain almost bringing him to the brink of euphoria. Maria’s head hung low, her body weak from exhaustion; a veil of sweat coated her fair skin, and tendrils of her hair coiled over her red cheeks. Yet Raphael did not let go of her hair. He couldn’t. Not yet. His hands simply refused to let go. The fire inside him flared at the sight of her so ruined by his mouth. His touch.
He sat taller, proud. He had done this. His control, his instruction. Her complete submission to his every word. Seeing her like this, a ravaged mess, made her more beautiful than ever to his eyes.