Dead Man Walking (The Fallen Men 6) - Page 112

She squirmed beneath me as I wrapped the string of lights around one wrist, then back around the bedframe before moving to do the same to the other. The bulbs were warm, not too hot, and the idea of her held in place by her own design made me hard as iron in my jeans.

I knelt back on my haunches over her, peering down at the way her skin pinked with lust and her eyes went bright as cerulean with anticipation.

“You like bein’ tied down and helpless?” I taunted her as I ran the rough pads of my fingers lightly around her breasts before tweaking each nipple brutally between my knuckles. I spoke again over her hiss of painful pleasure. “You wanna know how it feels to give yourself over completely to the monster under your bed, Bea?”

Her response was cut off by a moan as I reached behind me to feel her pussy, slicking a finger down her already wet seam.

“You love bein’ bad for me,” I murmured, feeling heat coiling like a rousing dragon in my gut.

Oh, I was going to fucking eviscerate her morals tonight. I was going to burn her inhibitions to ash and raze all shame to the ground. When I was done with her, whatever tatters of her virginal bashfulness would be laid to waste.

She protested when I got up from the bed, turning my back on her to go back into the living room to retrieve something from my saddlebag. When I returned after a pit stop in the bathroom, she was peacefully lying on the bed for me, legs spread so I could see the glistening pink of her pussy beneath the curls. Her only imperfection was the mauve and blue discolouring on her legs from taking my cock hard in the shower the night before. I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything so pretty as her bruised knees, milky thighs disrupted by the stamp of her immorality. I was ingloriously thrilled to know she would have knelt on those knees in church, the pain a constant reminder that she worshipped me before her God.

My mouth watered as I placed the bowl of hot water, the washcloth, and the sharp blade against the bed and settled myself between her thighs.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she asked softly, a little hitch of excitement in her breath as I brandished the straight edge blade above her pussy.

“I’m gonna shave you bare,” I told her as I placed the hot, wet cloth over her pussy and watched her shiver. “Then I’m gonna eat you until your leakin’ honey all over the bed, and you’re so swollen you can barely take my fingers. After all’a that, I’m gonna wedge my thick cock inside you and fuck you till you’re filled up with my cum.”

“Oh, my God,” she breathed, eyes wide as she lifted her head to watch me remove the cloth and apply shaving cream to her groin. “Why is this so hot?”

I grinned wickedly but didn’t answer, focusing inside on holding her flesh taut with one thumb while I carefully dragged the blade over her lightly furred cunt. The sight of the silver blade against her golden curls, the smooth cream of the skin beneath as I cut away the hair was fucking gorgeous. Having her trust to wield a blade so close to her fragile center sent power and lust reeling through me, my dick weeping in my jeans.

“You’ll be so sensitive,” I murmured darkly as I bent her leg back, waiting until she hesitantly held it wide herself. “Just the scrape of my teeth along the tender skin here…” I ran the edge of the blade lightly over her mound just north of her clit. “Will make you shudder.”

She shuddered then, a light trill of movement I quelled with my forearm banded over her hips. It was a delicate process, shaving her bare without cutting her with the sharp blade. I cleaned it every stroke or two in the bowl of hot water, smoothed the residue away with the cloth, then returned to my task, tongue sandwiched hard beneath my teeth as I study every inch of her pussy.

“You’re makin’ a mess, Bea,” I noted, dipping one finger into her overflowing slit, following the slick from her clit down to her asshole where it pooled beneath her bum. A full-body blush sluiced down her skin, but I hushed her. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean you up with my tongue.”

When I was finished, I cleaned her gently with a clean, damp cloth and put my detritus in the bathroom before returning to stand at the foot of the bed. I loomed over her, the only light in the room tinged red and cast from those coloured lights securing her hands to the railing. She was breathing fast, so aroused by the intimacy we’d shared that her eyes were blown to black with greedy lust.

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