Page 19 of Sweet Torture (Torture Games #1)

FOURTEEN

NAZ

W e wake up the next morning, stiff and uncomfortable, on the couch.

Forgotten strawberries are crushed between our bodies, and numerous stains decorate the pure-black couch cushions.

On my chest, his full head of hair is draped within reach; I caress his locks.

“I can get used to this,” he mumbles sleepily with his arm draped over me.

I smile but don’t stop.

“What did you want for breakfast?” I ask, although I have no desire to get up from this position.

I still need to make sure he is taken care of before I leave.

He jumps up and throws his leg over me to circle my waist. His hard cock is lying on my stomach and I resist reaching for it.

“I can think of something I want to eat.” His head bends to pop one of my nipples in his mouth.

With my hands on his chest, I push him away.

“It is Saturday, and we can’t be this sticky the whole day. I suggest we take a shower and take it from there. I am sure you have something planned for today.”

A guilty expression crosses his face, and I take hold of his chin to lift his eyes to mine.

“What is it? I need to know if you felt uncomfortable with something.”

“No, it is nothing like that. I wanted to ask you last night, but we got kind of distracted.”

We both turn to look at the destroyed living room. Torn and stained clothing items are dropped on the floor. The furniture has been moved away to make space, and scared strawberries have rolled under the couch.

“It does look kind of rough, doesn’t it?” I add.

He snorts and adds arrogantly. “Not the first time I’ve created chaos.”

My eyes widen, and the thought strikes like lightning. Is he talking about sex or something more heinous? Either way, the name fits him.

“I like that. I think I will use it.” I smile coyly. No need to let him know I have been informed of his extracurricular activities .

“Use what?” He tilts his head to the side.

“Chaos. It suits you perfectly. Now, what did you want to tell me?” I can’t help but smooth my hands down his chest.

His eyes light up, and I relish in the glow of making him happy. But it doesn’t last long.

“I have another thing tonight and I need you to come with me,” he delivers hastily.

“What? No, I am done.” I push him off me and get up gingerly.

“If last night taught us anything, it is that I shouldn’t be left to my own devices in public.

Those stuck-up snobs didn’t even bat an eyelash at my ridiculousness.

Or do you want to tell me that lady really thinks I cool your balls down for a living? ”

He tries to hide another smirk, but I have already seen it. “I bet she is looking for one for her husband as we speak. If you would like, I can send her your digits as a reference.”

I playfully push him away by the shoulder, and he takes the opportunity to grab my hand and weave his fingers through mine. He leads me to his private bathroom, never letting go of my hand as we head through the door.

He opens the faucet, and while he adjusts the water temperature, I wait until he helps me into the shower.

Grabbing the spicy bar of soap, I lather his body and indulge in the hard lines that tighten under my fingertips. The water runs soapy rivulets down his body in quiet temptation .

Mesmerized, I turn away to squirt shampoo in my hand and nudge him with my elbow to lean his head back.

Slowly, my fingers caress and massage until I have him moaning in dulcet tones.

After washing his hair, I push his body under the water, cup his face, and leave him with a sweet, lingering kiss.

Turning around to cleanse myself, I consider the fact that not once did he challenge me.

Until I leave the opportunity wide open.

With some force, he grabs my hands to plaster them to the wet wall and kisses me on the neck.

“My turn.” His warm breath sends chills down my spine, and I know I need to stop him but find myself unable to resist.

Still, I persist. “Remember, you are not the one in charge, Chaos; you need to ask for permission, or I give you an order.” My voice is breathless, betraying me.

“Fuck, I do like the sound of that. Do it. Give me an order.”

He kicks my legs a little wider and slips his cock between them to glide in and out in my arousal that gathered from touching his impressive physique.

“I can’t. You are clearly taking control.”

He doesn’t miss a beat. “Then give me permission.”

I shudder visibly as he softly bites my earlobe.

But I need to keep my head about me. “Permission for what? ”

His hands leave mine and trail down my arms to round the front and cup my breasts.

His voice resembles that of an ominous sex god set on a path of destruction and mayhem.

“I am going to bend you over and eat that beautiful pussy of yours until I drown in your lust. Then I am dragging you to that built-in bench, where you will sit on my hard cock while I spear into you and your gorgeous tits bounce in my hands. Now. Say the words.”

I can only nod, and he wastes no time in bending me over. I rest my head against the wall and bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out when his rough tongue slips between my slick folds.

Water is still cascading down my back, and the warmth is nothing compared to the blaze between my legs.

The groan he emits while on his knees with his face buried in my pussy travels up my back, through my arms, to make my straining fingertips tingle.

I open my eyes to look down and see his hard erection bob between my legs as if struggling to get closer to the place he belongs. I look at the red engorged head and relish in the fact that he is so hard, just for me.

The slap on my ass is a complete surprise.

“Fuck. This pussy is heavenly. You should be punished for denying me access to this godly goodness twenty-four hours a day. ”

Another slap, but instead of revulsion, a sense of excitement courses through me.

He goes back to lavishing my dripping pussy with his eager ministrations.

His licks become more demanding and greedier with his hands clutching my thighs as if I would make a run for it.

What he doesn’t know is that I am incapable of moving. My legs are rooted in position, and my orgasm is gaining traction, building from my aching core, spreading pulsating fire to my extremities.

I lift my head, trying to curb the light-headedness that wants to overwhelm me. I attempt to lick my dry lips, but his tongue is thrusting into me, and longing moans fall from my lips instead.

Even after the orgasm that rips through my body threatens to turn everything dark, his tongue never stops licking.

Straightening, I gain some reprieve and prepare for the next earth-shattering blow.

He stands and struts to the bench, sits and grabs his dick to stroke it twice before he beckons me closer with two fingers.

The arrogance of this one.

Although it does give me a little pleasure to see the red marks left behind by the hard tiles on his knees.

My thighs rub with the arousal leaking out of me, and I know I am ready to take him. Still, my feet drag as I seductively stroll closer.

Standing before him, I rake my hands through his wet hair before I grab it tightly at the roots and yank his head back.

He doesn’t make a sound, just patiently waits for my next move.

“You are being quite bratty today, Chaos. As punishment, I should leave you in this lukewarm shower stroking you own cock. Do you know that?”

I kiss him fiercely to draw out the anticipation. He is breathless by the time I let up. I slowly straighten, floating my breast next to his face, just out of reach of his flicking tongue.

The disappointed look on his face is priceless, and the gentle Domme in me can’t resist giving him the pleasure he so obviously craves.

I turn around, take his dick from him through my wide legs, and position it at my opening. Before I push him all the way in, I look over my shoulder and say, “Oh, and Chaos, you better make it good.”

Without waiting for a response, I sink onto his lap, feeling the burn as he enters me. We both groan in unison, and I take a few seconds to adjust before I start moving. Being on top gives me the freedom to take him as shallow or as deep as I want.

But once I have him in me, I don’t want to tease anymore. I want to take him deep and even deeper every time I impale myself on him.

His hands snake to the front to cup my breasts just like he said, and I enclose his hands in mine, forcing them to crush my breasts harder. I gasp when he rolls one nipple between his fingers, pinching it hard.

I still don’t stop, but slow down, too distracted by all the sensations flooding my body.

He doesn’t let up, and I feel him increasing speed from below. The sound of our wet skin slapping together is only rivalled by the sucking sound my ravenous pussy makes.

My hands on his knees start slipping from the exertion, as well as the motion pushing me forward. His arms clamp around my waist to keep me close while he pistons into me.

While riding his cock uninhibited, I look over my shoulder into his bright eyes and feel myself getting lost in the darkness I find there.

My insides revolt against the unfamiliar intrusion of sentiment. Is this man becoming important to me? The chaos he creates could be life-threatening to my being, and still, I find myself aching to follow the path of his destruction.

His hand slowly creeps closer to my throat, and even though I know it is not the same, my arm halts his action immediately. He doesn’t push, just holds onto me until my fingers relax and my hand returns to supporting myself in the onslaught .

I will need to reevaluate our agreement.

But for now, this notion is drowned out by my needy moans filling the air. It becomes the symphony of our fucking and the crescendo is my wild cry when his arms circle my waist and I can feel his cum pumping into me.

We both need to catch our breath, and I take the time to hide my conflicting emotions far away from his prying eyes. If he knows how influential he can be, I will lose even the inkling of power he allows me to have.

I get up, cum dripping from me, and cup his face. “You know I am the one who is supposed to take care of you? Not the other way around.”

His eyes turn serious instantly, and, amazed, I take it in.

His hands cover mine, and I can feel the warmth radiating into my skin. “You have done more than you realize. You need to be worshipped every second of every day.”

I giggle. It is a carefree, uninhibited sound, and I can’t remember the last time that I heard something like that escape me.

“If only. What? Do you volunteer for the position of climatic delivery officer?”

His laugh filters into the room and becomes thick like the steam siphoning through the door.

“I accept. I can start immediately. Only on one condition.”

He pushes me back under the water, and the warmth eases the stiffness in my legs as his arms circle my body. It is hard to stay suspended over a jackhammering cock.

“What do you want? Ask and I will decide if I give it to you,” I say with a mocking tone.

His hand has made it way between my legs and he slips his finger between my wet lips before cupping my pussy.

“I want you to become my queen. Since my name has finally changed, I think it is just fitting to change yours as well.”

“I am not royalty,” I smirk.

“On my arm, you are. And I will treat you as such.”

Again, he changes the rules of the game. The anxiety I expect to flood my being is replaced by a twisted anticipation.

These are words every woman longs to hear, yet coming from him and knowing nothing good can come from this, makes my heart beat rapidly.

His brows are pulled up, and an anxious twitch on his lips reveals far more than the hand on my back, calmly rubbing my hesitance away.

Authority is laced in my voice, and I make sure there is no misunderstanding.

“Know I might be your queen, but I won’t hesitate to rule with malice if needs be.”

Unexpectedly, a look of exhilaration crosses his face, and I fear I might have made a mistake.

“Perfect,” the trickster agrees.