Page 132 of Darling Psycho

Edging! He wanted to play at edging for her first shed visit.God.

Sweat coated her upper lip, and she considered clocking him in his sculpted god-like cheekbones for throwing her in the deep end. His devilish smile said he knew what he was doing. She moaned and popped up her hips. “Two times, and then I’ll take care of it myself.”

“Is that so?” he stepped away.

It was only as he strode back, holding... what was it? It looked like black straps, slightly wider than a belt. Angela hadn’t noticed the hooks on the side of the hobby horse until Lawless took one wrist at a time, wrapped the strap, and secured it. Testing them out, she could only move her hands an inch, and instant panic set in.

“Try to take care of it now, angel.”

“That’s not fair.”

“I don’t play fair.”

His fingers moved back on her dripping sex, and he played like he had all the time in the world while Angela’s back almost broke in half in her efforts to rub against that maddeningly slow hand.

“Grumpy... come on.”

“How many times?”

“As many as you want, you fucking sadist.”

“Language, Angela.”

“Fuck off, Lawless. Now give me something.”

“Is that how you ask me? Someone has forgotten their manners.”

“You don’t give a crap about manners.” She moaned as he stroked over her G-spot so slowly it made her eyes water.

“Come on, give them a try.”

“I would punch you in your smug face if my hands weren’t tied.”

“Your violence makes my dick harder.”

“Then give it to me. I need it. Please,please, Lawless.”

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

Lawless was the love of her entire life, and she would kill to defend him. But over the next hour, she seriously wondered if she hated him.

For however long, Lawless took her to the edge repeatedly, never allowing Angela to come. It felt equally incredible and torturous. The bad news was, if Angela were ever waterboarded, she’d give up sensitive information right away because she was a begging, pleading wreck before the man she adored.

Her legs were weak, shaking from the strain.

Lawless wiped the sweat from her face and neck. Now he pressed his lips to hers to swallow her whimper. He got off on her tears, her cries, especially how she begged.

She loved a sadistic biker, that much was sure.

“Lawless, I can’t,” she said, with hardly any breath left in her body. The low buzzing inside her was driving her mad. The nipple clamps hurt but in such a good, surprising way that she considered having them pierced. And each time he pinched her clit, she about died of ecstasy. Not enough stimulation to tip her over the edge. Although a climax would feel like pain at this point, she still craved it.

“Is that so?” He asked in his thick voice as he depressed a button in his hand, and the buzzing increased to the point she jolted in his arms.

He’d untied her a while ago, putting Angela in his lap. But when she got too touchy without his permission, he’d retied her wrists behind her. She’d stopped worrying about her juices soaking through his pants. It was all his fault, anyway.

The small vibrator pulsed through its settings. But it wasn’t only her vagina being tormented. Lawless touched every part of her skin with his fingers, tongue, mouth, and teeth; he owned every inch until she felt raw.

“Angel, look at me.”