Chapter 27

Twenty-Seven

Q ueenie

" Mmm …I wanted to see what you taste like so helpless," Cillian seductively growled, as he ripped his mouth from my sex, and traced a finger up my breast and into my mouth, coated in my own arousal. Taking his finger between my lips, I sucked it clean, or at least until he was satisfied and withdrew.

Cillian had done a lot of things to me, but this was the first time I truly felt at his mercy, forced to not move, and possibly be at his use at all times. A rush of guilt became overshadowed with curiosity, as even though this felt as far from God's will as a woman could go, I wanted him bad. I wanted him to take me and I wanted it now .

"Such a good girl I have," he smirked later to be replaced with a concentrated look of lust in his eye. " Mmm …Before I taste your petal, I can't ignore your sweetest berry of all." His mouth dipped to suckle each nipple, each suck light at first, gradually turning into a suction with the intention to pebble each one.

" Mmm …Look at these Hershey Kisses." Alternating between each two, pulling himself back up, switching out his mouth for his finger.

The sensation from a warm mouth to callused fingers were a dangerous combination of rough and sweet, as I whimpered, my bound arm unable to turn to prevent the stimulation. Not to mention my constricted legs couldn't hide the wetness dripping between them if I tried.

"You like that, don't you? Sucking you, then pinching you. Overstimulating you beyond what you thought capable of?" Having so little control over my movement, I knocked my knees together to gain some semblance of control.

Drawn to my gesture, Cillian forced my legs apart, captivated by the far end of the mattress. " Mmm …look at these beautiful toes. All supple and soft." He took my big toe into his mouth, blowing on it to make me experience the contrast of warm and cool.

I'd never really thought of my feet as something sexual before Cillian. It took most of our marriage to ease me into foot massages, and light kisses here and there to prepare me for such an unknown.

" Mmm …I like seeing the other foot curl for me. If I thought I could wait, I'd use that one too. But I've got a cunt to drown in," he said, hovering over me, kissing my arms overhead.

" Mmm …" He stopped near my stomach, biting the space right above my lower lips, widening my hips to make room for himself. Never in a million years did I imagine myself doing anything like this, with a man like Cillian.

With these types of desires, nothing about it was predictable. Sure, it was scary, but most women would have just been satisfied laying on their back and praying that it didn't hurt while their husbands did their business. Most didn't get to experience a man dedicated to their own pleasure, if they felt any at all.

" Mmm …" My moan broke out more like whimper, as he dragged his tongue against my clit immediately diverting back to teasing the meat of my inner thigh.

" Mmm …I can tell that you like that," he said without pushback.

"Yes, Cillian. I want more."

"My little whore wants more?" He explored my inner thigh with nibbles and kisses, forcing my weakest muscles to clench.

" Mmm …What if I'm not interested in what my little whore wants? What if I just mount you, fill you up and fuck you so hard you can't walk for a whole week?"

"Please just do something . I let you catch me?—"

" Let me catch you?" Immediately crawling toward my face to intimidate me.

"My little whore didn't let me do anything. I wanted her. So, I took her. And if I want to take my time with her, that's what I intend to do. She is in no position to make demands right now. If she is good, I might just let her come eventually . Does my little whore understand?"

He licked just about everywhere but the folds and with my body so desperately seeking out his attention, all I could manage was an exhausted, "Yes," as he ended my agony and spread my thighs and buried his mouth between my legs again.

"Oh my god."

"Funny how God's getting credit for this, when it's me that's making you feel breathless," Cillian teased, spitting on it to make it wetter, his tongue curved and slurped, drinking from me.

My ankles and wrists fought against the restraints, as his lips lightly cupped my clit, engorging its swelling in a way licking alone would take much longer to do. My thighs were so shaky at this point. Gently sucking, then releasing. Making me wish I had something to hold on to, or grab that wasn't the sheet underneath me.

Using his tongue to drive me to a place of insanity, with no warning, he got me close only to rip his pleasure away. Wiping his beard to the best of his ability, he'd managed to slip out of his boxer briefs, sporting the hardest, longest erection I had ever seen this man wear.

" Mmm …" he dipped his fingers between my folds again, this time cleaning his fingers with his own mouth. "Look at me spoiling you. Let you have it this early in. You'll think I'm going soft on you. I plan to torture you until it's me you're calling for, not God."

Cillian crawled above me, arching his pelvis in a short distance of my face, pushing my shoulders back against the bed.

"I need to make that mouth more useful. If it can't proper scream my name, it might as well be stuffed with cock and used at my leisure," as he urged his cock directly in front of my mouth, pushing it past my lips before demanding. "Well, it ain't gonna suck itself."

Letting the tip push past my lips, I brought my mouth back and forth, shaking the headboard behind me. "Jesus fucking Christ, I love my little whore. You want to know why I love my fucking little whore?" He pulled his length out, daring me to answer.

Shaking my head, he answered with, "Because little whores—especially, my little whore—suck the best cock."

Encouraging me to draw my tongue out, he dragged his balls and shaft along it. "Good girl." As it wasn't before long before my bobbing mouth forced him to withdraw, but not before my face was covered in sweat and slobber, and he brought a cloth to wipe most of the excess.

I was hoping to expect a kiss for my service, but all he did when he reached in was peck my neck. "My balls are so heavy right now. It's time for that lazy cunt to be put to good use," he whispered, rubbing his length against my folds until the tip of him stretched me wide, allowing the rest of him to slip through.

"I'm going to breed you. I'm going to breed this pussy until you're dripping for days. And I'm not going to stop until I fuck a baby into this tight little cunt."

"Fuck a baby into me, Cillian." My voice hoarse but still intelligible, my prompt making him fuck harder into me.

"Don't fucking come. I want you nice and used and begging for release before I let you," He demanded.

"Please, please let me come," I begged, my knees shaking from his incredibly rough thrusts.

"Who owns this fucking pussy?" He groaned, fondling my body at all angles, until his hands settled across my neck.

"You do, baby."

"And what is my little whore good for?"

"To be bred and dripping with your seed."

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna come," he warned, as his body thrashed up against mine, his grip tensing as he emptied all he had to give inside me. A moment in his bliss, he sat relaxed and spent until he found the energy to hoist his weight into his elbows, regarding me with gentler eyes.

"You're doing good, baby. Do you need a break? Do you want mercy?" His voice so light and soft, you would think I was talking to a different person.

"If you don't need mercy, I'm going to use you again. So, it's okay if you need mercy. I won't think less of you." Eyes that were once so intense, were now so calming and worthy of my trust.

"I can keep going."

He tilted my chin toward him and replied, "Good." Proceeding to stand and grab something off a dresser and return back to the bed with it.

"Your tight little cunt looks so good with my cum dripping out of you." As he propped up the pillow behind me and lifted my head so I could see that he was holding a mirror up to my sex.

"I just thought about it and you ain't never seen what your cunt looks like dripping wet and covered in me." He locked eyes on me, urging me to watch his tattooed fingers disappear inside me, a thick and white substance coating his fingers.

"You like when I finger fuck your tight little cunt, hmm…?" Bringing me close—so close, I thought he was going to let me have my release this time, before he snatched his fingers away.

Doing away with the mirror, he reached in for one of my wrist restraints, bringing my hands together. "I'm going to move you, but only one limb at a time. That way you can't run away from me." He proceeded to strap my hands together, and once he'd secured that, he unstrapped my ankles, bond them with rope, until he could roll me onto my stomach and strap me to the bed again.

"Such a sweet little arse," he whispered, before smacking my bottom, forcing me to stretch against the restraints. Mixing the wetness from my swollen folds to his hands, he then used it to massage my backside, as he reached in to kiss and bite one of my cheeks.

"What I wouldn't give to pierce this pucker again," he teased, as the warmth of breath alone would've made me tingle, so when he buried his face between my thighs to flick my clit from behind, I so desperately had wanted him to stay there.

"I would if I had had enough of this pussy," he said before mounting me, stretching my center with his throbbing heat. Having been so used to him centered on my pleasure, it was a foreign language to me to hear him grunt, growl and thrust as he solely focused on his.

"Urgh, fuck. If you didn't take it so fucking good, I'd let you come with me. But I don't think my little whore has earned the right to come, have you?"

"No," I whimpered.

"But my little whore wants to?"

"Yes! So bad!" I whined.

"That's too bad. Because I'm having too much fun keeping this pussy wet and juicy for me. Makes it easier to take it whenever I want." His hands, invasive hands at that, were all over me. Squeezing my sides, caressing the skin of my outstretched arms. All while his hammering hips never wavered.

"Mmm…oh fuck, this tight little pussy's making me so fucking close." As he began to pull my hair in response to his thrusting.

"Tell me you want me to breed you like a little whore."

"Please breed me like I'm your little whore!"

"Fuck!" He pistoned his hips to give me an inch or two of relief. It wasn't until he sunk deeper into me, that my walls clenched around his dick, my hips bucking uncontrollably underneath him.

"Did you just fucking come on me?"

"No," I lied.

Cillian withdrew, instantly rubbing his hand against my folds, forcing me to wriggle and worm in protest, as I was way too sensitive after peaking.

"Just like a whore to lie to me. I fucking felt that tight little cunt clench up on me. And I didn't give it permission to. Not one bit."

He reached over to untie my hands, confusion coursing through me, as he released both my ankles and forcibly yanked me onto his lap. My stomach was against his thigh, as he made sure my behind was in full view to him, wearing a self-satisfied grin that couldn't mean anything good.

"Hey, little girl. Did I tell you, you could come?"

"No."

"You think I used you in all the ways I want, that that earned you the right to come?"

"No."

"Good. At least you know your place. Tell me where is that again?"

"Underneath you?" I swallowed hard. "Taking your cock in whichever hole you see fit?"

"That's good." He nodded. "For that display, I'll show a little mercy. I'll give you one thing that you want, but you have to earn it. And once I'm done showing you mercy, I'm going to go right back to using that sexy little cunt again. Only this time, I'm going to make you come. Then, I'm going to hold you down and make you come some more. So, choose your reward wisely. Because once I show you mercy, the only thing left is to show you heaven. After a while, it'll feel a lot like hell." He devilishly smiled, looking to me for my answer.

To not experience all of him was a rarity for me. To be held or kissed, to know I might have to choose between the two was torment.

"I'd like for you to hold and kiss me?—"

"I said one," he interrupted. "I can either hold you or I could kiss you. Pick the one you feel is worth the punishment it'll take to earn it."

The greedier part of me didn't want to choose, but I knew in his position, he would never fold. Opting for the latter, he instructed on how I could earn my keep.

"I'm going to have you to count to ten. But with each number, I'm going to strike my hand to your bottom, so you can learn your lesson on never to lie to me. But at the end of that ten, I'll give you a kiss. But you have to follow instructions, or we start the count again. Do you understand?" He regarded me with a soft yet arrogant stare.

"Okay."

"Every time I hit your bum, you're going to call the number out for me, okay?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Okay." With one swipe, he brought his palm to my bottom in a disciplinary smack. "One."

He waited a second before bringing his hand back to my butt, as I followed the action with, "Two."

This went on until the eighth strike, as by the time I called out nine, he leaned in to kiss me, as my lips had been so desperate to be near his, I gave in. Drinking in his warmth, he withdrew in what felt too short of a reward, as he grabbed my neck to face him.

"You don't follow instructions well."

"But you kissed me," I whimpered.

"But you didn't have to kiss me back. A good little whore would have pulled back and told me she hadn't gotten to ten yet. But you're so fucking greedy. You took something you hadn't earned."

"I thought that you were rewarding me early," I admitted defeated.

"It's okay, because you're gonna make it up to me. But we'll have to start the count back to one until you reach ten. Maybe then you'll learn to follow instructions." Cillian, displaying a sense of sympathy, checked in and asked. "Does my little whore want mercy?"

"No."

"Good." He proceeded to start the count again. I counted straight to ten this time and did not dare stray from his instructions. So, when I'd actually earned my reward, Cillian leaned in—gentle this time—and tenderly parted his lips between mine. A moan of agony escaped me the moment he pulled away. It wasn't nearly enough.

"Would you like one more?" his smile sinister but coaxing.

"Mmmhmm…" I nodded.

"Then you'll take one more?" He rubbed my backside, deciding that if I followed instructions, for every additional strike, I could earn another kiss.

"Mmmhmm…" As he spanked my butt again, rewarding me with another kiss.

" Mmm …Could you take one more?" This time in a guttural growl, giving my answer in the form of a nod. He struck me again, rewarding it with what he claimed would be the end of my reward. This kiss was devouring. This kiss was hunger. If it was the last one, I was going to make it worth it.

Cillian didn't even command it, he just threw me on my back and forced me into position. By grabbing my neck, he stuck his fingers deep inside me, massaging my sensitive walls. Never letting go of my neck, something that should have scared me, only made me lightheaded—but in a good way, and made reaching the peak that much faster.

He didn't even take his time this instance; he just wanted me wet, dripping, sensitive and desperate. Alternating between rubbing and fucking me with his fingers, I was too spent to run from the spasms that resulted in the torture.

Assuming he'd got me there, he released my neck and pulled my thighs open as wide as he could. In an instant, Cillian had thrust into me, pounding my sensitive sex, grunting, taking and claiming it for his own.

Every time he withdrew, he ensured every inch stretched my walls, making sure I felt him in every way.

"Fuck me, Cillian. Fuck a baby into my tight little pussy," as he ground and groaned, pounded and penetrated. It was as far from gentle lovemaking as lovemaking could be.

Each intoxicating stroke was met with a groan to accompany his pleasure, as he surprised me when he selfishly brought his lips to mine in a passionate kiss.

Cillian's face and body, flushed and covered in sweat, sat in silence for a moment, as he held me tight in the moment it took to catch his breath. Thinking this a moment of weakness for him, I reached to wrap my arms around his shoulders, but was met with pinning my arms to the bed. An unreadable exchange between us through locked eyes made me fear for the worst, but all he did was kiss his way down to my center again, until his tongue met my pussy for the third time.

Coherent thoughts wouldn't even form. I was just a prisoner being held down by his desire to have me his way. Gratitude didn't even come close to how I felt that he was taking it easy on me. Cillian didn't use his tongue aggressively like he might if licking my pussy was all he had time for.

Feathery licks and a gentle mouth catered to me, in just the right way that my body relaxed and just surrendered to the tender strokes of his tongue. Watching the motion of his mouth match me for every "Oh" and "Mmm…", there wasn't a doubt in my mind or his, that he knew I was his, forever at his mercy, ready and willing to do what he asked of me.

Giving into him, brought out his true wolf. Just as he brought me to peak, I thought I'd get rewarded a few minutes of lazy kissing, or somber quiet to get my bearings. Only he had other plans, and in as fast as a finger snap, he was pulling at me, adjusting me to where he wanted me next.

"Mmm…Now that that brain's finally off, you're not likely to go anywhere," he said, as he pulled me to stand, groping my hips, pinching the skin on my tummy, slapping the side of my breasts.

"You like me breeding you, don't you? Fucking you until there's no other outcome than for you to be carrying my child."

"Yes, Cillian," I moaned, biting my lip, as he positioned himself right behind my hips.

"Well, this is the last time I'll ask if you need mercy. So, it's up to you whether you want me to pound that little pussy full of come, or we could stop and I could love you like my wife instead of fucking you like my little whore."

As exhausted as I was, desperately in need of having something, anything to be poured back into me, I was too deep into this space. I just wanted to be had and used and all the things that he had in store. This was the part of him that I'd been waiting for. Submitting was the most alive I've ever felt.

"I want you to breed me," I admitted, as he even didn't wait before he pushed past my lips from behind and grabbed hold of my hips. From then on, he pounded deep into me without abandon.

"Feel that fucking hard cock deep in you? Filling your walls deep with my seed? Take this fucking cock, you little whore," he demanded, forcing me to hold the edge of the mattress for leverage. As he brought my eyes to his just so I could see him falling apart.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come in you," he confessed, as he pushed my face to the mattress, reached behind my legs and rubbed my sweet spot, his touch encouraging another spasm to grip his length.

Neither one of us could resist such a knee shaking climax and this time he didn't hold back.

In this moment, I truly belonged to him. In this time, I'd had no will of my own. No opinion that would be listened to, no voice but to plead mercy with.

Now that he was done with me, the heat and soreness from every slap, every bite, every thrust that tested my boiling point, seared my skin. Cillian pulled out and suddenly, I felt lost. Once I'd been in that space, I never thought about what it'd be once I was coming down from it.