Chapter 53

53

Mira

He moves away only to return with a bowl in his hand. He scoops up something and holds it out. "Open."

My pussy clenches at once. Only he could turn that one word into something so salacious, I feel like he’s talking about other holes in my body. I part my lips, and he slides his finger over my tongue. I'm overcome by the dark taste of chocolate, the tanginess of cherries, the sweet taste of brandy, the bite of citrus, and the hint of apple. "Christmas pudding?" I frown.

"I’m going to decorate you with it."

"You’re joking."

He tilts his head, a serious look on his face as he takes measure of my body.

Not joking, then.

He scoops up some more of the mixture, then draws a circle around my breast, before dabbing it on my nipple. He does the same with the other side. He continues to trace sticky lines down my stomach before filling my belly button with the gooey stuff. I wriggle, but he shoots me a glare. "Stay still."

Of course, I oblige. How can I not when the dominance in his voice brooks no argument. He smears the concoction on the skin above my pussy, then down the crease of my inner thigh. I squirm, but when he makes a warning noise at the back of his throat, I freeze. He rubs some of it over the tops of my thighs, coming close to my core, but never touching my pussy.

"Eddie," I whine.

"What do you need, Belle?" He raises his gaze to mine.

"You know what I want."

"You need to ask for it."

I scowl. He dabs some of the pudding on the tip of my nose, then across my lower lip.

"Those are not the only lips I want you to touch," I plead.

"Ask me." He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks his digit. And when he pulls it out, it makes a popping sound that kickstarts a flurry of activity in my lower belly.

"Okay, fine, can you please touch my pussy?"

"And?’

"My cunt."

"And—"

I swallow. "I don’t want that stuff to stain your bed."

"I’ll lick it up before that happens."

"Oh," I gulp audibly. He’s going to lick this off my body. He’s going to lick all the parts where he’s rubbed in this icky mixture. It shouldn’t turn me on further, but oh god, it does. He’s going to stuff his tongue into all the nooks and crevasses of my body and I…want him to. "Put it in my pussy," I mumble.

"I didn’t hear you." His lips curl a little at the edges. He’s smirking. Ugh, and that only makes him hotter, and I’m tired of all this teasing.

"Fuck me with your monster dick," I yell.

"As you wish." He places the bowl on the side table, then climbs onto the bed facing me. He leans in and licks the stuff on my nose, the gesture almost affectionate, then brushes his lips over mine. Just a feather light touch. Enough to make me want more, so when he pulls away, I chase his mouth.

"Greedy girl." He weighs my breasts in both of his big hands. The calluses on his fingers chafe my tender skin. The sting combines with the tension in my stomach, and the result is a sweet pain which goes to my head.

"Eddie, please," I moan.

He bends his head, bites down on my nipple, and my eyes roll back in my head. And when he pays similar attention to the other, I almost collapse. He grips my hips and holds me up, then proceeds to lick his way down my stomach, over the fold of my belly, and when he swirls his tongue into my belly button, I cry out, "Eddie. Eddie. Eddie."

I try to pull away, but his grasp is firm. He holds me captive as he licks and sucks and bites his way down the pudding tracks, which means, he circles my pussy, coming closer and closer to my aching core. My clit is so swollen, my slit so moist, the hollow in my center seems to be growing by the moment, and I try to close my legs, but he releases his hold on my hips, only to grab my thighs and splay them wide. He lays out on his front and shoves his face into my pussy. I cry out, then whimper when he slurps his way up my pussy lips and over my clit. Sweat drips down my cleavage, and my teeth snap together. I’m shuddering so hard, it’s like I’ve caught a fever. Not that it makes a difference to him.

He lays his head on my thigh and blows on my cunt. I cry out. He slides three fingers inside me and twists, and the climax screams up my spine. I throw my head back and wait…wait for the orgasm. Only, he pulls back. The orgasm hovers there like a wave about to crash on the shore; only, it’s as if someone has pressed the rewind button. It retreats.

"No, no, no," I pant.

"Yes." He raises his head, then eases me onto my back. It should be awkward, but really, the way he’s tied me up, he can move me around, and no part of my body protests. I lay there with my legs bent at the knees, splayed like a frog.

He stares at my exposed center, and a flush climbs up his chest. As turned on as I am, I realize, he is, too. As needy as I am, the thick length of his cock standing to attention seems almost painful.

Then he draws his whiskered chin across my pussy, and I cry out, "Oh my god!"

He instantly stiffens. "Told you, God has nothing to do with this."

Before I can react, he lowers his head and draws his tongue up my slit.