Chapter 17

SEVENTEEN

It’s amazing how the body is nature’s lie detector, fully equipped to act how it sees fit. Even if the words that spill out of our mouths say one thing and the deceptions we keep buried deep within ourselves say another, the body knows what it wants, consequences be damned. And for some reason, the cryptic voice that has been taunting us since we were dragged here has put great emphasis on how Raiden and I have a lot in common. Debatable, given that I’m not a lying, manipulative thief who apparently works for the fucking mafia. But one thing that even I can’t deny, as stubborn as I am, is that our bodies have been begging to be set free, to be unleashed on each other.

“Colson, what the fuck are you doing?” Raiden pants, trying to wiggle free from the axes that have her body trapped for me to play with.

I don’t answer her, instead opting to enjoy how pissed off she looks.

“I asked you a fucking question,” she repeats, lips pursed as if she’s about to spit…again.

Robbing her of the opportunity to cast her saliva my way, I step to her, eliminating any and all space between us.

“Ssh,” I silence her, bringing my hand to her chin, swiping the pad of my thumb against her skin.

She turns her head, trying to loosen my hold on her, but I work with her defiant motions, shifting as she does. Clicking my tongue, I lower my masked face to hers, maintaining eye contact. She’s more than capable of tearing herself free. But she doesn’t want to. She won’t admit that, though. She’s too stubborn. Too in denial that fate played a sadistic and cruel game in keeping us together, but fuck if I’m not thankful, because I missed her and all the chaos and carnage she leaves in her trail. And the fact that she isn’t shredding the silk of her robe or swatting those pretty little palms at my chest in a defiant tantrum lets me know, in her own way, that she’s just as grateful as I am.

It doesn’t matter that we are pawns in a sick puppeteer’s game. We need this for reasons we don’t understand, and I’ll be damned if I let this opportunity slip past my fingers.

With one last swipe at her chin, I finally let go, already missing the feeling of her, but what I miss more is having her sweet cunt on my taste buds. Eyes on hers, I begin the slow descent to my knees, relishing in the way the barbell that pierces her tongue escapes her mouth in undeniable lust, waiting for me to kneel before her. I feel her body quiver. Her heart is practically knocking against every inch of her body.

“Are you nervous?” I ask, purposely dragging my voice to disguise the legitimate concern that prompted my question.

She swallows, her face conflicted. “The fuck do you care?” she scoffs, and it doesn’t take a genius to see that she’s trying to deflect. I may not know all that I someday hope to know about her, but I’ve been around her enough, alias, or not, to know that a lot of her bite stems from masking her true emotions. So, the drum like beat of her pulse is likely from her nerves being shot and hopefully, judging from how I’m feeling right now, experiencing lust strong enough that the fear feels secondary.

Knees pressed against the concrete; I squeeze her supple ass in my hands, immediately feeling the blood rush to my cock. “Last time I checked, we were in this together, and it’s okay to be scared. If it helps you come, harness all that phony hatred you have for me and feed your own delusions while I kill two birds with one stone.”

“Fuck papi,” she purrs jokingly. “You really know how to get a girl going when you’re about to eat her pussy, talking about killing two birds with one stone.”

My cock twitches at her diss because she really knows how to get a guy going so close to her goddamn pussy, calling him papi. Fuck.

I look up and her entire face is twisted in a scowl, except for those eyes. Those truth-tellers betray her, and they are full of want, full of all the words she refuses to say to me.

“Are you ready to feed the meter?” I purposely have my mouth inches from the lace of her panties.

Her hips buck ever so slightly, still trying so damn hard to keep this stubborn act of hers up.

“For me to get my pussy licked so we can get out of here and on with this hell fest? Absolutely.”

A groan rumbles my throat at her response. I love how bold she is and how she thinks by being so crass and forward, it doesn’t solidify the desire I have for her.

I inch my fingers closer to her center, ready to cast the fabric aside and dive in, but she clicks her tongue to steal my attention.

Blowing a small burst of warm air to her throbbing and ready center, I extend my tongue. Dragging the pad of my tongue up, I tease the lace of her panties, soaking in her arousal that has spilled past the barrier of fabric. A whimper, soft and undeniable, sounds. I keep my eyes on her even as my tongue reaches just above her clit.

“Yes?” I ask, keeping my gaze locked on hers.

“You can be rough,” she breathes.

Pressing a soft kiss on the lace that conceals her clit from me, I murmur, “You got it pretty girl.” I pause, skating my hands to that perfect, juicy ass of hers again, alternating a spank per ass cheek, and wouldn’t you know, she moans…again. This time louder, needier. She’s breaking for me, and I’m getting high on her wreckage.

“Colson,” she whines, my name an aphrodisiac coming from her bratty mouth.

“Moan like your life depends on it. We have a meter to feed after all,” I remind her. Never in my life have I ever been so grateful to be stuck in an undisclosed location, because this is the shit dreams–or nightmares–are made of, but since I’m with her, I never want to wake up.

Her hips spring forward, “Well, get to it,” she quips, but her demand doesn’t camouflage her blatant need.

I reposition myself at her center, practically salivating at the arousal leaking past the lace that separates her from my more than ready tongue. In silence, I slither my fingers, pushing the fabric aside slowly, making her sweat out each and every moment.

Exposing her wet slit, I inch my tongue at a snail’s pace until the very tip teases her entrance. A moan like I’ve never heard before breaks that reluctant mouth of hers, followed by another jolt of her hips. She’s getting desperate. I like her like this, way more than I fucking should. It’s like payback for all the times she has intentionally grated my nerves, except her punishment is my pleasure. And if reprimanding her means I get to collect her come on my tongue, then I’ll be ruthless, punishing her any chance I get, just so I can drown in her…even if it’s only in this moment.

My tongue flicks at her aching lips, and immediately my cock thickens at the taste of her.

I dart my muscle further into her pussy, her tender flesh accommodating me as I capture more of her arousal onto my tongue. She writhes against my face, clearly needing more, but if there’s something I love just as much as making her come, it’s teasing the fuck out of her. Edging her into oblivion.

Retracting the wet muscle of my tongue, I swallow, savoring every drop of her. Her sweet tang like an elixir and poison all in one. Satiating my cravings while slowly killing off whatever willpower I tried to maintain so I could pretend I’m not addicted to her.

“More,” she begs, and as I peer up at her, expecting a reprimanding and angry glare, I’m surprised to find her eyes closed with her lip trapped between her teeth. With my face still hovering over her cunt, I purse my lips and blow a warm gust of air to her bundle of nerves, resulting in yet another whimper driving the dial on the scream meter up.

“That’s a good–” I begin, but my words have the opposite effect on her. The hourglass hips that were dancing near my mouth come to a screeching halt and her eyes jolt open.

Her tongue clicks for my attention.

“Yes?”

“If you call me a good girl, I’m going to gag,” she spits. Literally. A long stream of salvia falls from her mouth, landing on her throat, looking like a fucking snack for me to lick up.

I rise and bring my tongue that she wants so badly to fuck her needy cunt up to where her spit glistens on her skin. Tongue extended, I lick up after her, cleaning up her mess. I groan, and my lips vibrate against her smooth skin. I don’t stop lapping at her neck until all her saliva is mine and another moan falls from her mouth, feeding the meter another notch.

Dragging my tongue up her neck, I continue until I hit the curve of her chin. I bare my teeth, nibbling at her skin, and I swear I hear her purr. Pressing a sloppy kiss to her cheeks, my lips travel to her ear. “Not into praise, are you?”

She nudges her head, forcing me to move from her ear and instead looking her directly in those big brown eyes. “No. I’m not much for praise. Unless you’re willing to let me go and congratulate me for–” she stops, angling her head to the speaker to shout, “killing these motherfuckers who brought us here!” Her words earn us another inch on the scream meter, but this isn’t how I want to get out of here. I want to use this moment to my advantage and have fun with her headstrong self so we can play this game we’ve been forced into the right way. My way.

“Ssh,” I silence her anger, bringing one finger to her lips to hush her while my free hand drops to her dripping wet cunt. “Would you rather I tease you and make you my lying little whore for the time being? Is that what you want?” I grunt.

She nods her head, desire running fucking rampant in her eyes, oozing from her every slutty and perfect pore. But it’s not enough. I want to hear her say it. I want to hear the inflection of her voice when she breaks little by little…for me. I want to witness her stubbornness wilt as she’s dying a little bit inside with every syllable, denying her body what it wants. “That’s not good enough,” I groan, falling to my knees with newfound speed. My kneecaps practically crash on the concrete as my mouth moves like it’s fucking magnetized to her pussy, lapping at her waiting arousal. “Say it,” I mutter into her pussy, teasing her center with my words before taking my tongue to her clit, sucking it like it’s the fucking antidote to my depraved sickness for her. “Use your words and tell me what you want.”

Stubborn as ever, she closes her mouth. A primal growl erupts from deep within me, changing the pleasing strokes of my tongue to harsher nips from my teeth. No longer giving her clit the pleasure that it deserves, I sink my teeth around the nerves just enough that it teases her with the pain.

“Fuck,” she moans, feeding the scream meter.

I loosen the seal my mouth has on her clit enough that I cover it but can still formulate a sentence. “Fine, if you aren’t going to verbalize that you want to be my lying little whore, then show me how my whore likes it.”

Mouth still punishing her center, I lift a hand and smack her ass repeatedly. Spank after spank, she begins to unravel, stroking my ego with moans that I’ve never heard come from her. They are raw, unfiltered, full of regret, and yet it feels like the only time I’ve seen Raiden be honest.

This woman is literally going to be my undoing. She likes the pain the same way that she likes to fight me tooth and nail on everything. Just like how I enjoy the torture her presence feeds my masochistic soul.

With each swipe of my tongue and swift slap of my hand, it’s like I’ve forgotten the hatred that I feel for her. Time suddenly becomes irrelevant, merely a backdrop to the unexpected bliss of this depraved moment.

Settling my hands onto her juicy ass, I sink my grip into each cheek, unrelenting in the way I drive my claim into her flesh. The more I knead and squeeze her ass, the more I feel myself losing all control. My mouth shifts from her center to her inner thigh. Baring my teeth, I waste not a goddamn second before I nibble at her sensitive skin. The more she cries for more, the more I sink into this madness, losing myself with every nibble, kiss and lick I alternate between her pussy and her thigh. My ears ring when the buzzer sounds followed by that damn cryptic speaker.

“Three minutes,” the voice announces, robotic as ever.

“Hurry up,” she pleads, whining for more.

I drag a lick from her slit to just above, slithering it to her torso and up her sternum as I rise so I’m towering over her once more, licking her neck. “What’s the matter,” I groan into her ear. “Afraid you’ll finally be exposed as the liar you are?” I say, purposely egging her on.

She sighs, exasperated and needing to come. “Cut the shit. If you really want me to scream, I need your cock,” she announces, so nonchalant it draws a smile to my lips.

“Damn, not even a please?”

“We don’t have fucking time for this, Colson,” she groans. “I would unzip your pants, but I’m a little tied up.”

I look over to the timer. We have two minutes and forty-six seconds left. “Sorry, I’m no one-minute man.” I smirk.

“Unzip your fucking pants right now.”

The boldness of her words, the fucking unashamed desire in them, does something to me, because I’m fucking rock hard and unzipping my pants faster than I’ve ever done before.

The timer beeps again. “Two minutes and thirty seconds,” the voice announces.

I feel the pressure, unsure of what exactly will happen if we don’t feed the meter, but honestly, I don’t care. I need to be inside of her. I’ve at least earned that experience, if nothing else.

Her eyes cast down to my erect cock and I wish I could snap a picture of the shock on her face.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, “you really are pierced.”

“Yep,” I deadpan. “Why don’t you be a good little whore and count how many I have while I tease you with the two on the tip. Hm? Can you do that?”

She nods and my breath shudders in my chest as I drag the head of my cock between the slick lips of her pussy, teasing her and myself.

She hums, eyes falling closed, but I can’t stop looking at her, loving the calm that washes over her even as I’m teasing us both. Finding a rhythm that elicits moan after moan from her, I keep pace, teasing her with the magic cross piercing at the tip of my cock while squeezing my pierced shaft.

“Fuck, you feel so good–” she stops herself, hesitation ripe in her tone.

“What is it?” I ask, not letting up the circles I’m making with my cock at her clit.

She moans, biting on her lip, visibly warring with herself.

“Yes?” I groan, already knowing what she wants, but she’s too strong-willed to beg anymore for it, and I’m too stubborn to deny myself her submitting that will to me–even if my cock is fucking begging to be suffocated by her pussy. As much as I want nothing more than to be the one stretching those tight walls, it’s the tease, that feels like a fucking drug right now. Not letting her know that this high her body is giving me may be better–no, scratch that, is better– than any momentary bliss any drug could ever offer me.

“Stick it in,” she finally blurts, coming undone as I drop my pierced tip from where it’s been bathing in her arousal.

“No,” I grunt. Applying pressure, I trace her opening before sticking the head of my cock in–just barely. Fuck, she’s so fucking wet and tight already.

“Colson,” my name is a plea from her lips.

Ignoring her I continue teasing both of us, now back to playing with her clit, this time rubbing the three barbells that line the shaft against her bundle of nerves. “Tell me, little liar, how does it feel to know that my cock is the only way out of here?” I taunt, unrelenting in this fucked up battle of wills we have found ourselves in. “How does it feel to know the only way I’d stoop so fucking low as to have a vile good for nothing whore like you have my cock, is because I have no other choice?” I groan. A blatant fucking lie, and the edge in my own voice shocks me. I’ve never spoken to a woman like this. I’ve always been big on praise. But this? This is new for me, and the fact that she unravels with every degrading name and command is doing something to me–and apparently, it’s working for her because she’s getting wetter by the second.

“More,” she begs.

“Sixty seconds,” the voice alerts.

“More what?” I grit, switching back to rubbing the head of my cock on her, alternating between her clit and down her slit. I slap her ass to grab her attention.

Another primal whine and sultry pant earns us another notch on the meter.

“I hate you,” she murmurs, breathlessly.

Forty seconds.

Pre-cum leaks from the tip of my cock at hearing how fucking erotic her hatred sounds directed at me. I take my finger to it, gathering it before I combine her arousal with it. Lifting my cum soaked hand up, I pry open the seal of her mouth.

“Suck,” I command, and like a good fucking slut, she doesn’t fight it. Humming against my digit, she sucks it into her mouth until the tip of my finger is flirting with her tonsils. An unexpected moan escapes my mouth from the way her pierced tongue feels rubbing against it. She whines in response to my own guttural pant and we both feed the meter, which I’m sure at this point is more than fed, but I don’t want this to end. It can’t.

Thirty seconds.

I yank my finger out of her mouth, bringing my hand to her cheeks, hollowing them within my grip, forcing her gaze to mine. “Come for me, show me how much you hate me.”

Twenty seconds

“Come on little liar, I know you’re close,” I murmur, lowering my hand to the column of her throat, creating an inked collar around her slender neck.

“Yes,” she whines.

Fuck, of course she likes to be choked. Keeping my hand right where it is–right where she likes it to be–around that pretty little neck. I start slapping her cunt with my cock.

Slap.

“That’s it,” I groan.

Slap.

“Come for me,” I instruct.

Slap.

“Show me how you’ll come with just my fucking tip spanking and teasing that needy cunt,” I groan, making sure all the barbells on my shaft hit her throbbing center.

Fifteen seconds.

She’s so close, I can feel it by the way she’s quivering and her eyes are closed, taking the punishment I’m laying on her pussy.

Fifteen fucking seconds. That’s all we have. It feels like an eternity while I wait for her stubbornness to melt.

Switching tactics, I let go of my cock, letting it bob and hang, brushing against her center. Her eyes jolt open as I loosen the chokehold on her neck. Our eyes locked on each other, I bring the pad of my thumb to my tongue, lubricating it.

Neither of us blink. The lights of the scream meter flash behind us as I lower my wet thumb to her clit. She whimpers on contact and the tension in her shoulder’s melts.

“That’s it, come for me mama,” I urge her, focusing my thumb on her clit as I slip three fingers inside her. Still circling her center with my thumb, her walls swallow me on contact as they clamp around my hand. I stay like this, and I will until she comes for me.

Her mouth falls open as she squeals in bliss, her orgasm finally approaching. “Don’t stop,” she pleads, and of course I do. I want this. I want her submission in the form of another orgasm that I’m responsible for. “That’s it,” she moans, and I can barely process what the speaker is saying, my attention held fucking hostage by the splashing of abundant warmth that is spraying past my hand, onto my dick, onto me.

Unable to tear my gaze away, I remain still taking in every lingering remnant of the high she gives me.

“Meter fed,” the speaker announces, but I don’t pull away…I can’t. She’s a fucking drug, and I’m already foaming at the goddamn mouth for another fix.