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“N-no.”
His hand comes down on my arse cheek this time and I jerk, even as a foreign rush injects itself through my veins. “Again.”
“No…”
His palm meets my pussy with a slap so hard, I reel, my cheeks about to implode from warmth, and yet my arousal looms so high, I feel an orgasm building with vicious intensity.
“Wrong answer. We can do this all night, Ava.”
“It’s still a no.”
Three consecutive slaps come on my arse and I cry out, my lips quivering and my pussy so wet, arousal drips between my thighs.
“You seem to be enjoying your punishment. Interesting.” He parts my thighs and I catch a glimpse of him kneeling behind me.
I moan when he grabs my arse cheeks, digging his fingers into the bruised skin.
And then he dives in, his tongue ravaging my swollen cunt. My nose sinks between the book’s pages, tears, snot, and drool destroying the paperback thoroughly as Eli ruins me. The scent of my arousal mingles with the musty smell of books, creating a heady and intoxicating aroma that fills the air.
His tongue is rough yet gentle, devouring my pussy with a skillful touch. The texture of the book pages scratches against my nose, adding to the overwhelming sensation. He sucks onmy clit until the pressure becomes unbearably hot. White stars dance behind my eyelids as I whimper in short, choppy breaths.
“Eli… Oh fuck, please…”
He wrenches his lips from my clit. “Say that again.”
“Please…”
“My name. Say my name as you come on my face.”
He thrusts his tongue in my opening, and I shamelessly ride his face, rocking back and forth. “Eli…I’m coming, I’m coming.”
The orgasm hits me with a strength I haven’t experienced before. It’s as intense as that time in the bathroom, but it’s…more potent.
The throbbing pain in my arse mixes with the pleasure he wrenches out of me, turning it cathartic, alien even.
It’s a moment of pure, pulsating abandon, like a fire burning through every inch of my body, igniting my senses and melting my inhibitions.
I don’t think I’ll ever come down from the high, and for a while, I seem to lose all sense of my surroundings. When I’m coherent again, I’m slumped forward, the pages of the book are stuck to my cheek, and my ruined dress falls in tattered shreds around me.
Eli flips me around again like a doll and kneels over me with the aura of a deity.
I can see my juices glistening on his cut lip and that somehow injects me with a strange sense of emptiness.
Who’s the reason behind that cut?
Was he kissing some other woman behind my back?
“Ava?” he asks with his usual calmness, though two lines form on his forehead. “Can you hear me?”
I reach my bound hands to his face. “Who gave you the cut?”
Whatever concern gripped him flies away in a shroud of mist as he grabs my hands before I touch him, and although he undoes the knot, the rejection nearly obliterates me.
Gently but dispassionately, he massages the red prints his tie left on my skin, then lets my hands drop like lifeless snakes.
“It’s nothing to concern you with.”
He stands up, casts one last cryptic look at me, and then walks out of the room. Leaving me throbbing and feeling rejected with a searing sense of pain.
