She yelps as I yank her back, spinning her around, her body colliding with the rough bark of a tree. My gloved hand clamps around her throat, firm but careful, pinning her in place. Her wide eyes lock onto mine, and in the moonlight, I see everything—fear, exhilaration, and the unmistakable spark of arousal.
“Found you,” I growl, my voice rough and muffled through the mask.
Her chest heaves, her breaths shallow and rapid. She struggles weakly, testing my grip, but we both know it’s half-hearted.She wants this.I pull the zip ties from my pocket, the sound of plastic sharp and final. Her wrists are bound behind her back in seconds, the plastic biting into her soft skin. Her struggles stop. She’s trembling now, her body betraying her as her nipples harden against the thin fabric of her shirt, her scentthick and intoxicating in the cool night air. I press my gloved fingers to her cheek, tilting her head to make her look at me. Her trembling lips part, a soft whimper escaping.
“Good girl,” I murmur, my tone dark and approving.
I yank her pants down in one swift motion, exposing her bare pussy to the cool night air. My gloved fingers slide between her slick folds, and I curse under my breath. She’s soaked. My fingers glide easily, teasing her clit, and a low moan escapes her lips.
“You’re soaked. You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” I murmur, my voice dark and hungry.
Her breath catches. Her lips tremble, and she nods slightly, her gaze darting to my mask, unable to look away.
“Answer me,” I command, gripping her chin and forcing her to look at me.
“Y-yes,” she stammers, barely above a whisper, her voice shaky but filled with need.
I smirk beneath the mask and rip her top, the thin material shredding into tatters that I throw to the ground, baring her completely. Her soft, flushed skin glows in the moonlight, and I can’t resist lifting the mask and running my tongue along the curve of her collarbone. Her breasts rise and fall with each shallow breath, her nipples hard and aching for my touch.
Lowering my mask, I take one of her nipples into my mouth, biting gently, and her moan sends a bolt of heat straight to my cock. Her back arches against the tree as I consume her with my mouth, my hands, my dominance.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I murmur, softer now, my voice rough with desire.
Dropping to my knees, I spread her legs. My hot breath fans against her inner thighs. Her scent is intoxicating, and she shivers as I let my tongue flick against her in one long, slow lick, tasting her sweetness. She cries out, her hips bucking, but Istand and snap my hand up to her throat once more, pinning her in place.
“What do you say?” I ask, my tone commanding.
“Thank you, daddy,” she gasps, her voice trembling with need.
Her heart races, thudding so loudly I can hear it. The cool night air raises goosebumps on her skin, but heat courses through her.
“That’s my girl,” I growl, diving back in. My tongue works her relentlessly, teasing her clit and dipping into her entrance. Her cries grow louder, more desperate as they spill from her lips. Her thighs tremble against my face, her body growing tighter as she approaches the edge.
When she comes, it’s violent and all-consuming. Her cries echo through the forest, her body convulsing against my hold.
But I don’t stop. My tongue continues its relentless assault, dragging her toward another climax until she’s writhing against the tree, her legs barely holding her up. “Dex,” she gasps, squirming against my mouth, her clit throbbing with sensitivity from her earlier orgasm. “I—wait—too much.”
I ignore her pleas, my hands gripping her hips to hold her steady. Instead, I keep licking and sucking her clit until she shatters, coming again, even stronger this time. Her body shakes uncontrollably, and she cries out as a gush of wetness spills all over my face. Finally, I pull back, my lips glistening, and I smirk. I wipe my mouth with the back of my glove. “That’s my good girl.”
Her chest heaves, her legs barely holding her up, her lips parted and trembling. Before she can catch her breath, I stand, unzipping my pants. My cock springs free, thick and pulsing, and her mouth waters at the sight.
“On your knees,” I command, pulling her to the ground.
CHAPTER 153
THE THRILL OF SURRENDER
MARGAUX
My knees hit the soft earth, and I feel the chill of the night air against my bare skin. My wrists, bound behind me, leave me exposed and vulnerable, and my heart pounds as I look up at Dex.
His cock stands tall and proud, glistening with precum, his piercings reflecting in the moonlight. I lick my lips, my mouth watering at the sight.
“Good girl,” he says, his voice rough, as if he can read my mind. “Take me.”
I lean forward, letting my tongue swirl around his tip, savoring the salty taste of him as I lick a strip up his length. He groans, tangling his gloved fingers in my hair, and I take him deeper, letting him fill my mouth, my lips stretching around his girth.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. “Look at you, taking me so well.”