Page 27 of Sweet Torture (Torture Games #1)

My other arm wraps around her and nestles in her warmth; I quickly fall prey to sleep.

I am awakened by the faint click sound of a lock.

Relief floods my body as the tension in my groin is released.

Slowly, I open one eye to take in my surroundings.

I am lying on my back with the white sheet abandoned at my side, and a cool breeze floats by from the window on my right.

The curtains have been opened, and sunlight streams in to reveal the woman kneeling between my legs.

Not any woman, my woman.

The seductive vixen with the purple streak in her hair has come into my life and changed everything I thought to be true.

I have always been a heartless heathen. She has proven that there is one person I would burn the world down for.

Looking at the sparkle in her eye, I consider the lengths to which I would go to keep her safe when the only bastard I have ever protected has been myself.

When her pink tongue darts out to lick the head of my engorged erection, I wince at the thought that even though I have fucked dozens of women, she is the only one that I have ever had a connection with.

And even though she wants to dominate me, I will gladly bend a knee if it means she beams with the same happiness I see on her face right now.

When she submerges my dick in her warm mouth, I can’t stop the groan from spilling from my lips, “Fuuuuucccck. That feels so good.”

She releases my cock with a pop, “Of course it does, Chaos. You have been primed all night and are now ready to go. But we still need to finish our game. Are you ready? Do you consent? And what is your safe word?”

I chuckle, “You know you don’t need to ask me every time. When it comes to you, the answer will always be yes and rebel.”

She turns serious, and I feel like I might have lost her again. But she shakes it off and returns to me.

“Truth or dare, Chaos. Choose.”

The answer is easy. “Dare!”

“Fine, I dare you to go make breakfast.”

I can’t help it. My dreams have been filled with images of her smiling face contorting with rapture as I rail her hard from below.

“You are mistaken, my Queen. This dare is for you. Get on my dick.”

By this time, I know she finds my arrogance endearing; therefore, the fake protest falls on deaf ears.

“You are not playing by the rules, Chaos.”

“You are damn right. You have tortured me the whole night with your juicy ass rubbing against my incapacitated dick. You will pay the price for being so alluring.”

I reach for her and pull her on top of me. I love to feel her skin burn against mine.

“Put it in, Queen. I need to sink into your delicious pussy before I lose my shit.”

Abruptly, she pulls away and gets off the bed. “In that case, maybe it is wise to wait a while. I don’t want to make you dependent on my pussy to have a good day.”

Little does she know, I am already dependent. I am so dependent that I never want to let this woman go, and the thought scares the hell out of me.

I grab her when she makes a run for it. Pulling her back onto the bed and under me, I pin her to the mattress and hover over her.

“How did you become even more beautiful this morning? I assume it is my premium body lotion application.”

She roars with laughter, “You sure have a lot of faith in your abilities, Chaos. How did you ever become so arrogant?”

I swipe her hair out of her eyes and cup her face. My thumb rubs the faint laugh lines at the corner of her eyes, and the green in her hazel eyes has never shone brighter.

“Allow me to show you.” I bend down and gently kiss her lips until she opens up for me.

Then the kiss turns feral as I ravage her mouth, thrusting my tongue inside and dueling for possession.

When she takes my head in both hands, my hand slides down her side, caressing her skin and feeling the fever I leave in my wake.

When I reach the mound between her thighs, I doodle my initials idly, mentally claiming this woman as my own. When she ends the kiss to take a breath, I slide my body down and position myself between her thighs.

“Did you know, my Queen, that this pussy belongs to me? Do you know how I know that?”

She shakes her head, a quizzical look on her face.

I go down and give one long lick from the bottom all the way to her swollen clit.

“I licked it, it’s mine.”

Again, she roars with laughter. I have to physically pin her legs down to stop her from rolling off the bed.

“So, what now, Chaos? What are you going to do now that it’s yours?”

“Anything I want.”

I look down at the already glistening lips and lick up all the leaking arousal, then I circle her clit, adding more and more pressure with each rotation.

When she screams, I know I have a winner.

Burying my face in her delicious scent, I give her clit a light nibble.

Not too hard as to hurt her, but hard enough to have my tongue soothe the sting.

She digs her hands into the sheets, knuckles turning white with the strain.

She bites down on her fist when I increase speed to keep her from crying out.

Still, I persist and eat her out like the starving man I am.

I am starved for her total surrender to the pleasure I can provide.

I hope this euphoria will make her feel as lost as I feel in the knowledge that this woman is rapidly becoming my every desire and reason for living.

“Chaos, yes, more. I want more,” she urges.

I press my face deeper and lick harder. Her pulsing pussy tells me she is on the edge, and I push her over with the tip of my tongue.

“Fuck, that was good. I would say great, but I don’t want to let your head grow even bigger.” She is heaving, but I am far from being done with her.

I get up from the bed and drag her legs to the edge. In one smooth movement, I flip her over and pull her back to come to rest on all fours.

“Too late, Queen. My head is already swollen, and the only thing that can cure it is coming in this gorgeous pussy of yours.” I swipe my red tip through her wetness and groan at how much she feels like home.

Every time I sink into her, my soul comes to rest. Eager to feel the sensation again, I push into her in one fell swoop.

“You feel so fucking good,” I breathe out.

Over her shoulder, she wiggles her ass and says, “It’s yours, Chaos, claim me.”

Fuck, she knows just what to say. I pump into her vigorously without restraint while my hands bruise her hips. Our cries weave together and sound like a symphony of sin. With every deep thrust, a high-pitched cry complements my feral growl.

Sweat beads on her back and runs down my temple. Ignoring the fever that invades my whole body, I shiver in the split second the cold air from the open window hits my wet dick right before I bury myself in her warmth again.

The knot in my stomach pulls tighter. Release shoots out of me, and I keep going, praying she will fall over the edge with me.

I pump into her slower, extending the contentment for both of us until she falls forward, enraptured in bliss.

Crawling onto the bed, I lie down next to her, inspecting the flush on her face.

I consider every line and burn it into my memory.

I have already decided what I must do. And she might hate me for invading her privacy and never speak to me again. But it is the only way to ensure that her tormentor is dealt with.

Therefore, I treasure this moment and consider the look of rapture on her face.

What sweet torture it is to know I am the one who brings her such contentment.

And after I have removed her tormentor from the face of the earth, I will be the only one to torture her for the rest of our lives.