Cards of Love: The Devil (Devil's Playground #1)(30)
I want to ask what he’s doing, but it becomes clear when he binds both my wrists to the bar with some kind of silky cloth.
I swallow hard. “Is this a punishment or reward?”
His answer is a swift slap on my ass that makes me cry out.
“Both,” he rasps, his gruff voice barely above a whisper. He must be as turned on as I am because it’s even huskier than usual.
My pulse explodes when the hand inside my dress begins tracing the pearls of my G-string, applying gentle pressure along the way. It feels so good it drives me out of my mind.
“Cain—”
He plucks the string and hisses. The sensation is so sharp and unexpected my breath stalls.
Jesus. There’s something incredibly sensual about being at someone else’s mercy while they do whatever they want to you.
Dragging his teeth along my neck, he presses a pearl to my clit and rolls it. The ground beneath me tilts and I forget how to breathe.
He’s so meticulous in his teasing, giving me tiny sparks of pleasure, but stopping before they blast off.
I’m so wound up I feel like I could burst any moment. “Please,” I beg as he continues his delicious torture. “Put your finger inside me.”
A growl escapes him, a dark one I’ve never heard before, but he doesn’t grant me my request. Instead, he strokes the lips of my pussy with his knuckle, teasing.
Tension in my core tightens—every nerve ending in my body is begging for release.
“Please.”
His teeth scrape my shoulder in warning, but I don’t care. If he’s not inside me soon, I’ll go insane. It’s agony not being able to see, touch, or hear him.
“I need to feel you.”
The tip of his finger circles my opening, just barely enough to feel. My heart thuds against my ribs. It’s a struggle to draw in air. I’m going to spontaneously combust if he makes me wait any longer.
“Cai—”
He plunges his finger inside me forcefully and I gasp, my heart pounding like a jackhammer.
I’m trying to catch my bearings when he slides it out…only to sink it back in a moment later, deeper this time.
I mewl and grind against him when he picks up speed and starts fucking me with his finger. Wet sounds fill the space between us, but I’m too focused on the amazing things he’s doing to be embarrassed.
That is until he jams a second finger inside me, causing pressure my body wasn’t prepared for, and I cry out in pain.
He freezes and my heart bottoms out. I don’t want to ruin everything like I did last time.
“Don’t stop,” I choke out. “I can take it, I swear.”
As if trying to prove my point, I clamp around him, trying to keep him inside me.
It doesn’t work though because he removes them. The loss guts me. Me and my stupid virginity have blown it for the second time.
Pretty ironic for someone an entire town refers to as a whore.
A tear falls down my cheek and that only makes everything worse. I am completely mortified. I just want to get through this barrier between us, but it seems like it’s never going to happen.
“I’m sor—”
The words stall in my throat when he gathers the hem of my dress and maneuvers it out of his way.
Then he drops to his knees.
My brows knit in confusion. I thought he was upset like last time. “What—”
He works his finger inside me again, much slower than before. A breath shudders out of me. This angle is deeper, and the new position steals my breath.
“Oh, God.” I’m so wet I can feel it pooling between my thighs. He pushes me forward, causing the fabric to bite into my wrists, but I don’t care, the pain only adds to my desire.
Red-hot pleasure slams into me when he parts my lips and spears me with his tongue.
“Cain—”
I yelp when he nips me before removing his mouth completely.
Tears prickle my eyes. I feel punished. Like he brought me to the highest of cliffs…only to push me off it.
“I’m sorry,” I croak. My emotions have gone haywire and I don’t know which end is up anymore. He’s controlling every aspect of me. I’m starting to feel like a pet who is trying but failing miserably to please her owner. “I’m so sorry.”
Nerves bunch in my stomach when he spreads me wider. I’ve never felt so vulnerable before.
“Shhh,” he soothes, collecting my wetness on his thumb.
And just like that, my heart feels lighter. I’m basking in his warmth once more.
Until his thumb moves several inches and he presses a pearl to my puckered hole. I squirm, unsure what to make of the sensation. It feels amazing and scary at the same time.
My breathing hitches when he plants a kiss where the pearl is and his other hand comes around to cup my pussy.
Blood whooshes in my ears when he blows on the pearl and kisses me again.
And then he pauses.
I grow hot, my body sensing what he’s about to do next. It’s illicit and dirty and…
A guttural moan rips from my throat when his tongue replaces the pearl and his finger pumps inside my pussy. It’s so unexpected, so enjoyable, my brain scrambles. Unlike his slow torture from before, this is carnal. He’s eating me like the closet is the Sahara Desert and I’m the last drop of water that will ever touch his lips.