Free Web NovelChapter 21: Wide Apart I*
"I didn’t come on purpose," I quickly said. "If you want, I can continue from where I left off. Just give me a second!"
I wanted to sound more peevish, but it was hard when my limbs were feeling loose and easy, and I was still basking in the afterglow of one of the strongest orgasms I had felt.
Then again, it wasn’t as though I had a lot of orgasms, to begin with― I was a highly unpopular pack servant who functioned more like a human punching bag than any desirable werewolf with a mate intent on giving me pleasure.
Well. Now I had a mate intent on giving me pleasure, but only someone completely daft would have missed the threat in his words. He was somehow going to make an entirely pleasurable act a living hell.
I might not know much about what went on between mates in the bedroom, but I’m pretty sure no mate blamed the other for orgasming earlier. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
"Besides, shouldn’t you be pleased? Since it shows that you have... skills..." My voice trailed off as I met Damon’s eyes, all earlier bravado gone. I gulped; his icy blue eyes radiated intense displeasure at my words, along with the slightest hint of disbelief and what seemed to be... amusement?
No, I was clearly imagining things. I had only known him for at most a week, and while I understood that people have hidden depths, I honestly doubted that man was capable of any sort of happiness with me.
"You have a big mouth. Pity you only use it to talk," Damon huffed, looming over me and grabbing my face with his big hand, prying my mouth open. "I’ll stuff this hole of yours later."
"...Why?" I couldn’t help but ask.
"Because you’ll be screaming my ear off soon enough," Damon smirked ominously. He turned around, giving me an unhindered view of his broad back. His back muscles shifted as he rummaged through his drawers, and I felt my mouth drying up the longer I stared at him.
The want — the need — that had abated slightly after my first dose of pleasure was returning with renewed fervor, and a whimper escaped my throat.
Damon quickly returned to the bed, a set of handcuffs in tow. He quickly secured them over my hands, tying them together so that I wasn’t able to stretch them too far apart. Then, he pulled and positioned me so that I was now lying on the bed with my bum right at the edge. My shoulder muscles protested at this position, and I couldn’t help but struggle, testing the strength of the handcuffs.
Unfortunately, they held firm. They were probably made of the same material as Damon’s fancy leather belt.
"What are you―" I was cut off by my own shriek of surprise when he pushed my knees up, exposing my wet cunt. All thanks to him, I was dripping everywhere, staining the sheets of the bed and now, leaking so much that the inner side of my thighs were heavily coated.
Damon ran a finger down my slit, causing me to hiss in a mix of surprise and pleasure before he placed that same finger in his mouth. He gently sucked, the sight of it so downright erotic that I felt the insides of my stomach curl and knot together. I moved to press my knees together but Damon merely easily pried them back apart.
"You’re not allowed to hide," he said.
He then produced a different item― a long bar with a cuff attached to each end. He then proceeded to tie the cuffs at my ankles, securing me to the bar so that I could no longer force my legs shut.
"Wait... What is this? What are you doing―"
"Hush down, kitten," he said as he knelt down at the side of the bed right in between my thighs. "Save your breath for later."
He said nothing more before he leaned in, his tongue making contact with my sensitive folds before I could get another word in.
Instantly, I gasped loudly, arching my back and tilting my head as far back as I could at that sensation. His tongue worked relentlessly, lapping in endless circles around my clit. The sensation was even stronger than with his finger, sending jolts across my body as I twisted and turned, trying to force my legs shut but to no avail.
The bar kept them separated, along with Damon’s hand holding my legs high up in the air so that he had the perfect access.
My second orgasm came quickly, sending me right over the edge and into a quivering, moaning mess as I shuddered in pleasure. However, I hadn’t even come down from that before Damon inserted his finger in me. My walls welcomed him quickly, wrapping around the foreign invader as I whined out.
"Fuck... Damon..." I panted, shaking my hips as he began to pump in and out, curling his finger against a particular spot inside me that felt a hundred times better than the others. The moans only grew in volume when he added a second digit, spreading me further apart.
His fingers felt amazing just now but with his mouth pressed against me, leaving marks of lust everywhere, I felt as though I was on fire. There was an unquenchable thirst in me that wasn’t put out.
I reached down and entangled my fingers into his hair, grabbing at it. He groaned against me, the vibrations of his voice sending chills down my skin. It didn’t take too long before I was moving against him as well, chasing after the ecstasy that was so close to my reach.
I couldn’t even tell when I had even come down from the second orgasm but I was soon grunting out when the third came, then the fourth, and fifth. Eventually, I began to lose count and the pleasure melted into a mixture of pain and carnal desire.
"Damon... Damon, wait..." I called out, my mouth dry as I gasped, shuddering.
My legs hadn’t stopped shaking and instead of grinding against his lips, I had already begun to worm away. His hold, however, kept me firmly in place and I made little to no progress. Frustration crawled up in me, sending me groaning and moaning against his every stroke.
"Wait... Please... I... I already came... I can’t... Wait!"
When he finally pulled away, I was already panting. His tongue finally stopped his assault on my clit, now no doubt swollen and red. Yet, his fingers still pumped in me, just way slower this time.
"You wanted to come, didn’t you?" Damon asked.
I could barely even see his expression through my hazy vision but I could already hear the smirk in his voice. He pulled his finger out of me, eliciting another sharp gasp before he pushed me further toward the center of the bed. He then slipped under the bars, using it to lock himself in with me.
He was bare, naked as the day he was born. Something hard pressed against my entrance, drawing circles right at my folds, and causing every nerve ending there to flare in my head.
"I said I’ll make you scream," he said. "I plan on keeping that promise."
