Page 62 of The Devil’s Feather

“They ache.”

“Good.” I swatted his nipple with the crop.

He squinted like a belligerent cat. “Really? Is that all?”

I swatted the same nipple again and again until the skin reddened and pebbled. Until he finally hissed. Then I kissed it sweetly and worked on the other side. There, I took as much of his pec as would fit into my mouth and bit down.

He moaned. I flicked my tongue over the nipple and bit harder. The muscle resisted my teeth to an impressive degree. I switched sides and bit again, this time worrying at his flesh. The metallic tang of blood on my tongue told me I’d done enough—as did the cock that bumped against my belly. Fuck, that was a little too much.

I grabbed his jaw. “Nothing to say?” I kissed him to stop his answer, biting his lower lip.

He growled happily into my mouth.

Snatching the antiseptic from the shelf, I sprayed a wipe and cleaned the saliva from the wounds on his chest. Turned out I’d broken the skin on both sides. Shaking the bottle, I sprayed the broken skin directly. He hissed at the sting.

Time for dinner and a show. I can do this.

I pulled the red bench over in front of him, against the wall, and sat. Slowly, deliberately, I unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it aside. Rafael watched with parted, bloodied lips. The rise and fall of his chest, with its light smattering of blood, mesmerized me. My bra followed my shirt, and his breath quickened. Much as I appreciated his enthusiasm, I vowed to buy some sexier underwear. Mine was all practical, boring beige. I shimmied out of my jeans and thong, marched over to him, and shoved my panties in his mouth.

His eyes crinkled at the edges, and he made an appreciative noise, sucking at the damp fabric. I finger-walked over the selection of monster dildos.

“Was this the one you wanted?” I jiggled the largest one—a hefty red dragon dick—by the tip.

“Mmhmm.”

“I don’t know, does that sass mouth deserve a reward?” Languidly, I picked up the dildo. “You know what? This might be a better gag than my underwear.”

Rafael growled through his teeth. I hefted the toy, aiming it at his face in warning. He sneered at my approach.

I grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. “What, you don’t want a dick in your mouth? Someone should have one, since I’m bereft.”

His eyes shone with defiant glee.

I tapped his cheek with the heavy dildo. “You’re lucky I don’t want to fuck up your pretty face more than I already have. Fine, this one is for me, but you’re getting one too.” I snagged a slender unicorn horn model with an iridescent pearl finish from the shelf and shoved it against the center of his chest. “Flex. Hold it there.”

My captive huffed through his long nose, but he obeyed. I wasn’t sure if it would actually work, but he successfully trapped the dildo between his pecs. Careful not to dislodge the unicorn horn, I brushed my thumbs across his nipples, smearing blood over his chest.

“Damn, you look good like that. What a portrait this would make.” My arousal trickled down my inner thigh. I licked his blood off my thumbs. “I’m going to fuck myself with this dick, and you will only come when I tell you to. If you drop the dildo you’re holding, you will not get to come. If you come before I say so, the show stops and I will leave. Got it?”

Eyes alight, Rafael nodded. I snagged a bottle of lube and spread my legs, leaning back against the wall with my heels on the seat edge to make sure he had a good view. Making sure I still had a full view of his cock as well. My skin crackled with electric anticipation; every nerve ending primed and live.

Rafael mumbled something and jerked his head toward the edge of the bench. The motion almost dislodged the dildo. He leaned back and snagged the tip in his teeth, pulling it higher to secure it.

“I’ll allow it, but don’t do that again. Sit up straight.”

He huffed again, obeying. Stirrups, like the kind gynecologists used, were folded under the seat.

“No wonder you’re so good at eating pussy.” I extended them and turned the bench, adjusting the angle of the seat to give me a better view as I eased my heels into the stirrups and spread myself open.

Rafael made a contented noise. I slid the crop between my legs, rubbing the leather slapper over my clit. A faint quiver in his muscles spurred me on. I tapped my swollen clit just hard enough to hear the increasingly wet smack-smack-smack. Just hard enough to send mini-quakes rippling through my body, building that delicious agony.

He moaned and his cock jumped beneath his pants. I lubed up the red dildo and positioned it. Its weight made it difficult to hold and guide with only one hand.

I braced my elbow in preparation and locked eyes with Rafael. “I wish this was your cock.” And shoved the flared head inside me.

His eyes narrowed, fixating on my hands like a hawk on his prey. I spread my labia wider to accommodate the swell at the midshaft, and slowly pushed the girthy dildo into my cunt. Rafael squirmed. His muscles tremored with the strain of holding the unicorn horn, his cock strained against his pants. A yearning sound came from deep in his throat.

One hand on the crop, I worked the dildo in and out with the other. The pressure gathered at the base of my spine, whipped along each time Rafael made a noise.