your teeth, I'll tear every tooth from your fucking skull.” He squinted into my depths. “Understand?”
“I understand, of course!” Did he not grasp how in pieces I was?
Holding the back of my head, he slid his cock across my lips. Like most of my escapades, blow jobs were a rarity. I'd tried to give them to Jones—my ex. Don't ever think about him. I lifted my eyes, lost myself in the passion steaming from Leonide's existence. My ex, my ex, my ex.
I am not boring.
Coating his length with my tongue, I suckled at the head. Everything I did to him caused my clit to pulse. The plug inside of me was being squeezed. Even with it, my hunger left me empty.
I wanted him; the warm, thick cock I was lovingly kissing. Wanted him to finally fuck me the way I kept expecting.
Keeping me still, Leonide shoved himself down my throat. Instantly I gagged; I'd never been capable of deep throating. Breathing wildly as he withdrew, I coughed. “Guess we'll have to work on that, too,” he sighed.
He was mocking me. I didn't give a shit. Just fuck me already, I mentally begged. On cue, he walked away from me. Turning, I struggled to follow him, to see where he was headed.
His fingers brushed my ankle. “Are you ready to finally cum?”
Everything—ribs, chest, fucking cells—jumped to attention. “Yes! Yes, sir!”
I quivered at the pressure against my pussy. He filled me up inch by inch, and as he neared his root—something hard nudged my clit. It was the first hint something was wrong. It didn't feel like human flesh in me. I was still stuffed, moaning, as Leonide walked back around to face me.
Such a smug man.
Lifting a remote, he tilted it side to side. “How does that vibrator feel?”
“Why?” It was a pathetic question; it was all I had.
His lips came for me, but he did not kiss my skin. Bracing my cheek, Leonide spoke directly into my ear. His echo rocketed through my sensitive body. “I told you. This is your punishment.”
In his hand, the remote clicked on.
There was too much in me that had been on the verge of snapping. I was a world of pleasure, the toys stretching me, the nodule on the vibrator stimulating my nub. Wicked heat slammed against my existence. I came with a scream fit for a porn star.
It had been what I wanted—needed—for so long.
The vibrations continued to wreck me.
He stroked my hair, smiling into my panicked eyes. “Make as much noise as you want. This basement is sound proof, it won't bother anyone.” Adjusting himself in his pants, he headed for the exit.
“Wait!” I cried, interrupted by another quivering burst of lust that made my eyes roll in my skull. “Please—I can't take this!”
He waited till I could see him again, when my next orgasm had faded to quivering aftershocks. “You wanted to cum. I'm giving you what you wanted. Be grateful, Celeste.”
Setting the remote on a table so very far from me, Leonide left me to my fate.
- Chapter Seven -
Celeste
––––––––
I fainted hours after he abandoned me there.
Whatever time had gone by, I awoke to the sound of a faucet. Through the buttermilk of my awareness, I thought someone was washing me. Strong hand. Hands I was coming to know just by touch.
It wasn't the bathroom I had been in before. The tub was ground level, his presence hovering behind me. Everything was red marble, veins of silver sleeping in the mix.
Leonide was singing again; that soft lilt of Russian words I didn't grasp. “Spi, moi angel... tikho, sladko...”
Nothing made sense to me. My brain was rearranged, a universe where I fit in less and less. What was I becoming, why was I changing so easily? The question of what waited for me in the future was a distorted prediction.
In the vapor air, Leonide kissed my forehead while thinking I still dreamed.
And then sleep called me back.
****
I ached for a whole day after that event. Limping the halls, dressed in a simple cotton dress of dove-grey, I mulled over what my life had
“I understand, of course!” Did he not grasp how in pieces I was?
Holding the back of my head, he slid his cock across my lips. Like most of my escapades, blow jobs were a rarity. I'd tried to give them to Jones—my ex. Don't ever think about him. I lifted my eyes, lost myself in the passion steaming from Leonide's existence. My ex, my ex, my ex.
I am not boring.
Coating his length with my tongue, I suckled at the head. Everything I did to him caused my clit to pulse. The plug inside of me was being squeezed. Even with it, my hunger left me empty.
I wanted him; the warm, thick cock I was lovingly kissing. Wanted him to finally fuck me the way I kept expecting.
Keeping me still, Leonide shoved himself down my throat. Instantly I gagged; I'd never been capable of deep throating. Breathing wildly as he withdrew, I coughed. “Guess we'll have to work on that, too,” he sighed.
He was mocking me. I didn't give a shit. Just fuck me already, I mentally begged. On cue, he walked away from me. Turning, I struggled to follow him, to see where he was headed.
His fingers brushed my ankle. “Are you ready to finally cum?”
Everything—ribs, chest, fucking cells—jumped to attention. “Yes! Yes, sir!”
I quivered at the pressure against my pussy. He filled me up inch by inch, and as he neared his root—something hard nudged my clit. It was the first hint something was wrong. It didn't feel like human flesh in me. I was still stuffed, moaning, as Leonide walked back around to face me.
Such a smug man.
Lifting a remote, he tilted it side to side. “How does that vibrator feel?”
“Why?” It was a pathetic question; it was all I had.
His lips came for me, but he did not kiss my skin. Bracing my cheek, Leonide spoke directly into my ear. His echo rocketed through my sensitive body. “I told you. This is your punishment.”
In his hand, the remote clicked on.
There was too much in me that had been on the verge of snapping. I was a world of pleasure, the toys stretching me, the nodule on the vibrator stimulating my nub. Wicked heat slammed against my existence. I came with a scream fit for a porn star.
It had been what I wanted—needed—for so long.
The vibrations continued to wreck me.
He stroked my hair, smiling into my panicked eyes. “Make as much noise as you want. This basement is sound proof, it won't bother anyone.” Adjusting himself in his pants, he headed for the exit.
“Wait!” I cried, interrupted by another quivering burst of lust that made my eyes roll in my skull. “Please—I can't take this!”
He waited till I could see him again, when my next orgasm had faded to quivering aftershocks. “You wanted to cum. I'm giving you what you wanted. Be grateful, Celeste.”
Setting the remote on a table so very far from me, Leonide left me to my fate.
- Chapter Seven -
Celeste
––––––––
I fainted hours after he abandoned me there.
Whatever time had gone by, I awoke to the sound of a faucet. Through the buttermilk of my awareness, I thought someone was washing me. Strong hand. Hands I was coming to know just by touch.
It wasn't the bathroom I had been in before. The tub was ground level, his presence hovering behind me. Everything was red marble, veins of silver sleeping in the mix.
Leonide was singing again; that soft lilt of Russian words I didn't grasp. “Spi, moi angel... tikho, sladko...”
Nothing made sense to me. My brain was rearranged, a universe where I fit in less and less. What was I becoming, why was I changing so easily? The question of what waited for me in the future was a distorted prediction.
In the vapor air, Leonide kissed my forehead while thinking I still dreamed.
And then sleep called me back.
****
I ached for a whole day after that event. Limping the halls, dressed in a simple cotton dress of dove-grey, I mulled over what my life had
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