Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark #3)(75)

I shivered. Lust replaced heaviness, flowing thick and fast.

Q brought me to face him. His cock filled my vision; my mouth watered.

“However, before I can fill you, I have to do one thing. I promised. And I never break my promises.” His mouth came achingly close to my *. His hands landed on very sensitive inner thighs, keeping me spread. I cringed in embarrassment, then cried out as he trailed his nose through my folds. “Goddammit, you smell divine.”

I twisted in the ropes. Lick me. “Q—”

“What was my promise, esclave?” His breath tickled my clit, making me jerk in the ropes.

“You said…” I couldn’t continue—his nose nuzzled me again.

“Go on…” He pulled away, leaving me throbbing for more.

“You said you would make me come on your fingers, tongue, and cock.”

“Good girl. And do you think you deserve my tongue?”

Damn his mental torture. I wanted to scream. I wanted to grab his head and force him to lick. But I hung completely helpless. “Yes…I deserve it. Please—give it to me.”

Q’s fingers bit into my flesh. “Ask nicely, Tess. Do you want me to taste you?”

I bit my lip, humming in acknowledgement.

My mouth popped wide as his tongue licked once—thoroughly and languishingly—over my entrance.

“Say please if you want me to f*ck you with my tongue, esclave.”

My core liquefied. “Please. S'il vous plait. I want your tongue, ma?tre.”

I groaned as his mouth latched over my *. So possessive. So sure. His tongue swirled my clit, using the flat muscle to drench me in saliva before thrusting the tip deep inside.

Oh, my f*cking God.

Fire replaced my blood. Gasoline seared my veins. Every heartbeat was a match.

The orgasm from before heightened the sensations, my stomach muscles clenched, my entire body wanted to run from his relentless tongue.

I needed something. I wanted to hold something. I demanded something to distract myself from the incredible, overwhelming pleasure. I was completely at Q’s mercy. The knowledge he could do whatever he damn well pleased turned me into a wobbling mess.

His hands held me firm. His tongue licked with power. Every sweep sent my head pounding with pressure. I wouldn’t last long. Already my toes curled at the onslaught. His rough-smooth cheeks created their own fire against my thighs as I fought to bring my legs together.

“I’m going to make you come. Right now.” His mouth smashed against me, bruising. My entire world detonated—blinked out like a cataclysmic explosion.

He sank inside—deep and strong, giving me nowhere to hide. His tongue did exactly as he said it would—f*cked me.

“Oh, God.”

I’d never been so devoured, so taken. The firmness of his mouth and dexterity of his tongue unravelled me to the point of insanity. He was serious about making me come—his tongue thrust hard, building a nucleus inside wanting to release.

Needing to do something, anything, before drifting away on a sea of pleasure, I opened my eyes. His cock stood tall and hard, only centimetres away from my mouth.

Two can consume.

Licking my lips, I used my stomach muscles to swing forward. Capturing the tip of him, I wasted no time sucking him into my mouth. A centimetre, then an inch, until his hotness touched the back of my throat.

His tongue spasmed inside me. He sucked in a ragged breath, then surged his hips forward, gliding deeper into me. He gave me everything I wanted in one sure thrust.

I lost myself to his musky taste. The saltiness of his excitement, the silky steel of skin, the throbbing blood in his veins. I couldn’t control anything and Q surged forward again, using my mouth, f*cking my mouth just like his tongue f*cked me. Every twitch of his hips rewarded me with a tongue sweep, plunging deeper.

My breathing caught and hitched.

My head was too heavy, too full of blood. My toes tingled from being upside down. All basic power had been taken. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t move. I could barely breathe.

I was his.

His to use, lick, punish, f*ck.

It was torture. It was heaven. I’d never done anything so untamed and sexual.

Q traced his fingers from my inner thigh to my core. He flicked my clit, driving his tongue deeper inside.

The first tingle of an orgasm had me frantically sucking, licking in return. He groaned—the vibration echoed through my *, sending me ever closer to coming.

I cried out, breaking the suction around his cock. It didn’t stop him thrusting into me—treating me like a sex toy. For some reason the callous way he sought my mouth made me lose all inhibitions.

I no longer cared about him being so intimate with every pink part of me. I no longer cared about my freezing legs and pounding head. All I wanted was freedom.

I wanted to come.

Opening my jaw as wide as I could, I accepted his next thrust, swallowing his erection completely. I was so languid, so loose, filled with sparking desire, my gag reflex didn’t engage as he slid down my throat. My nose pressed against his balls, inhaling his masculine scent.

“Fuuuck,” Q growled, his focus on me interrupted.

Power filled me. Even though I couldn’t be any more defenceless, I’d somehow taken charge—if only for a second.

Q’s hips shot forward, filling my mouth with every eager inch he had. “Goddammit, Tess.” A ripple shot from the base and a splash of hotness hit my tongue. Q pulled out, breathing hard. “Fuck. I’m not ready to come. When I do, it’s going to be so far inside you, you’ll know exactly who your master is.”