Page 51 of Killer Confections

The dark part of me that’s wanted ownership of her for years is humming with pleasure. My marks on her supple body have satiated that gnawing urge that’s shredded and tore away at my control for far too long.

She whimpers, the sound fucking shooting straight to my sack as she gives little breathless, muffled cries.

Her entrance spasms, attempting to close around nothing, and I know she’s close. Her skin is covered in a sheen of sweat, looking so perfectly flushed.

I’ve been hard since she tried to run from me, patiently waiting for my turn.

My thumb hits the off button, and the sounds of thewand’s vibration cease as the room goes quiet. Loxley gives a long sound of protest, writhing against the restraints as she cries out in despair for her lost orgasm.

I take another drag, my eyes soaking in the juices coating her abused pussy and the toy.

I stand, pulling my mask up as I walk over to the tripod set up near the bed’s edge. The camera is still rolling and I take in the little timer on the screen.

Thirty-four minutes.

“Halfway there, baby,” I muse. “Give me another thirty and I’ll let you soak the bed.”

Dazed and defeated eyes find mine, pleading for something she knows she can’t have until I allow it.

I walk over, sitting down next to her as I caress her sweaty cheeks. Her hair is sticking to her temples, her chest rising and falling deeply.

She looks so fucking perfect.

“What lesson did we learn?” I ask, my voice becoming soft.

Her eyes close, the tears welling in them tracking down her cheeks as she shakes. The ball gag is snug between her teeth, preventing her from getting too loud, but I know her jaw is growing sore.

I give her face a light squeeze, causing her eyes to fly open. “Stay with me, sweetheart.” I trail a hand down to her pert nipples, giving the pink tip a squeeze before rolling it between my fingers.

She shudders, a hoarse groan leaving her at the touch.

Fuck, I can’t wait to have those in my mouth. The whole hidden identity thing is growing old. If it weren’t for the high, I would have said fuck it a long time ago, but I know it’ll be worth it in the end.

My hand dips lower, trailing her abdomen before I slick a finger through her swollen folds, coating it with her wetness.

She whimpers, her legs jerking from the sensitivity. Her jaw tightens around the gag, a whine leaving her.

I lift my hand, bringing it under my mask to taste her. My eyes roll back as I groan at the flavor.

My cock pulses, pushing against the zipper of my pants in response.

I’m going to eat her alive.

I pull my hand away before giving her overused pussy a few quick slaps. She jolts, a high-pitched protest leaving her.

“This pussy is mine,” I growl. “Every fucking inch of you belongs to me. Do you understand?”

She wiggles, her defiant fiery gaze narrowing on me in aversion. She’s quiet, her sweet little sounds replaced with an aura of disobedience.

“Awe, baby,” I coo softly, standing from the bed. “Don’t look at me like that. You knew the consequences and still called him. I think you were just trying to get my attention.” My smirk grows as angry words attempt to leave the gag. She scowls at me, her thick brows pulled close.

I take in her shape, the thick thigh strapped down, spilling over the black leather holster. Her ass is fucking fantastic, plump and muscled.

She definitely works out.

I wonder what gym she uses?

Stalking her outside of the bakery would be fun. I’ll have to look into her membership.