Chapter 327. Mindless Torture I

Chapter 327: 327. Mindless Torture I

Maisie

I opened my mouth to respond, but he was instantly on me.

The first touch of his tongue was as much a shock as his lips had been to my skin, dragging from my entrance to my clit.

He groaned, the vibration making my hips angle off the table. His hold on me tightened, like I was the only thing keeping him sane, and he pulled me even closer, hands trembling.

Long stokes. Broad strokes. Flat strokes. Flicks. Suck. I wondered if this was what Regina meant when she said Jenny was moaning like a dying horse.

I couldn’t reel it in, not even for one wretched second.

Soren tongue circled the now swollen bundle of nerves seeking release, before he dove back down to drink from me.

"Goddess," I heard myself say. "Oh god, Soren, please--"

He answered with a please hum by sealing his lips around my clit and sucking.

The world went white and I screamed, my back arching off the table, socked feet digging into his shoulders.

He sucked harder, tongue flicking against the sensitive nub, and I cried his name, my voice echoing off the walls. I didn’t care who heard, didn’t care that the entire building probably heard. There was only this moment and the incredible pressure building in my core.

He pushed me higher. The pleasure was so intense it was almost pain, bright edge that threatened to slice me in half.

Climbing. I was climbing higher, towards a peak, and my lips fell open around a choked "Oh" when my insides squelched around his fingers.

I was so wet, I hadn’t even felt him push those elegant fingers of his inside me. And when he twisted them and curled them towards him, I blacked out.

Small deaths, I supposed.

***

"Eyes open, Adams," he ordered, and the light stung my wet eyes as I slid them open.

Time? I’d lost it again?

My hands trembled weakly on the edge of the table as I braced. I could see the sun reflecting through the windows, hear the chatter from multiple floors below, but my thoughts were drawn too thin to measure how long it had been since he started torturing me.

Every time I came close to the edge and urged him to go faster, he instead started over, wickedly curling little high-pitched cries out of me.

My voice was hoarse, my throat dry and cracked from all the pleading and begging.

It was the wickedest thing anyone had done to me in the name of pleasure and if I didn’t love his mouth so much, I would smash his pretty head into a wall.

Sweat leaked out of my pores and tears down my face. He hadn’t touched my pussy in what felt like forever, but it was weeping, clenching around nothing and throbbing.

His lips were wrapped around my right nipple, after savaging the left one so thoroughly, I still felt the bruising tingles, even if his mouth was no longer there.

I couldn’t predict what he would do for his next cycle of torture. Lick? Bite? Suck? Those priceless seconds drove me insane and--

He bit down. Pain radiated from the spot, forcing all the blood in my body to focus where his teeth clamped down.

A high shattered cry spilled from me, my body arching as much as it was able. It reached yet another crescendo as he flattened his tongue against the bruised peak and sucked.

I was dead. Dying. Gone.

Someone was screaming hoarsely, begging for mercy, any form of reprieve. "Please Soren. Please let me come," the shameless woman said.

The shameless lady was me.

A foreign sensation pinged in the back of my mind, and I caught a hint of darkness and mischief as Quinlan’s curiosity brushed up against the walls of my mind.

"By the gods, what are you up to?" his accent wrapped around his words. "Can’t close one deal in peace, can I?"

He probed harder, seeking leaks in my mental walls to figure out why I was throwing off so much heat and need, but my brain, my mind was so fried by Soren’s assault that I couldn’t keep him from getting a flash from my hips grinding up and down Soren’s trousers, wetting them as I panted and cried for more.

His pant leg and cuffs were already so soaked, it would take more than dry cleaning to get the stickiness out of it.

A mix of both irritation and hunger gathered from Quinlan, wrapping around my mind, and I thought I heard a little growl--something like plastic snapped--his mark on me tingling, before his presence vanished all together.

I couldn’t dwell on it, either, as Soren flicked and sucked in the same second he found my other breast and plucked it just right, like fine-tuning an equipment.

My thighs shook. Oh goddess. It was here--It was just there--it was within reach! I could touch it--

"No!" I screamed in desperation as Soren pulled away from me abruptly. "Please, please, gods, please, please!" I choked, sobs breaking up in heaves and hiccups. "I can’t take it anymore..."

If I’d been able to move, I’d have sunk to my knees and begged. But my legs didn’t work anymore, and I was reduced to clutching his shirt. "Please," I whimpered, shame and humiliation suffocating me as I grinded against his thigh like a cat in heat, even if the silk felt abrasive enough to hurt. "Soren, please. Don’t leave me like this."

"Shh, shh, shh," he said tenderly, like he wasn’t the reason I was a complete mess. "You’ve done wonderfully."

The pretty, fucking cookie maker cupped my neck lovingly and said, "You understand why I did this, don’t you?"

I nodded, sniffing.

He was breaking me down. Ripping away my pride and every single defense I had I’d picked up along the way in my months away from them. He wanted me to understand where I stood. What we were. He wanted me to acknowledge it, like I never had in any moment of clarity.

His nose traced against mine. "Say it."

I’d do anything if he gave me what I wanted. I’d say anything. And after that, I’d kill him.

I swallowed against the burning dryness in my throat. "You own me," I whispered against his lips, voice raw and scratchy. "I’m yours."

He inhaled sharply, a light rumble of pleasure rattling his chest. "The belt. Take it out."

My hunger surged and a desperate cry broke from me. My hands were clumsy as I reached for the steel, nearly cutting my hands as I just about tore it off, taking off a few buttons of his shirt in the process.

I somehow managed to get his pants unzipped without tearing it off, too. My searching hands took a dive for his briefs, but he caught my wrist.

"You’re not good at following instructions, Adams," he tsked, amused at my eagerness.

Defiance flared hot in my chest, but I swallowed the "Go fuck yourself" that lingered on the tip of my tongue, because ’playful Soren’ was also ’mean Soren’.

So I swallowed my pride once again and whimpered in a sweet tone, "Please?"

Surprise sparked in his eyes, but it was swiftly followed with a darkening that let me know I’d done the right thing.

He let me reach into his briefs--goddess, he smelled so good, like cotton and clean skin and that scent that clung to all of his things. His cock sprang free and my mouth went dry at the familiar sight.

I’d missed it--er--him. I’d missed all of him very much, and I couldn’t help myself as I ran my thumb along his thick vein, scraping a nail along his still dormant knot.

It reacted instant, jumping and swelling under my fingertips and Soren hissed painfully.

A smile came over me. I guessed it wasn’t just my body that knew who it belonged to.

Seeing my smug smile, Soren’s nostrils flared, eyes flashing to black.

I yelped in surprise as my spine hit the table and the hard press of his cock pushed against my entrance.

He was hard as wood and it had to have hurt him, holding out for that long.

My legs were in the air, dangling over his arms as he lifted my hips above the wood. "Let’s see you keep that smile after I’m done with you."

Oh, goody. I was in trouble. Oh no. Poor me--

My thoughts cut off on a choked shout as he pushed into me. I was so raw and swollen from being toyed with for so long that the orgasm came with no relief at all.

It was as painful as two charged wires being plugged to my insides. I screamed as the sensation of being shocked to death took me.

My hands flew out to hold something and I caught his shirt, digging my nails into his skin as I fluttered around him senselessly.

"Soren!" I cried.

He froze, leaning over me with a harsh pant. "Fuck," he rasped against my mouth. "I hurt you, didn’t I? I’m sorry."

He kissed me gently and began pulling out slowly, and just that much movement did the exact opposite of the first.

"Oh my god," I gasped, digging my nails much more deeper, I heard his grunt as he swelled inside me. "Don’t stop, oh god, please don’t stop--"

He pushed back in, and I arched off the table again, spasming so violently, I almost went off the edge. But all it did was bring me another two inches further down his cock, and we both cried out as my inner muscles clamped down on him too hard.

He was so big, so deep, he was everywhere.