Page 114 of Bleed with Me

Victory warmed my chest. Finally, we were getting somewhere.

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Dorian

I’d lost my mind. Undoubtedly and without a shred of remorse.

Why else would I have allowed this to happen?

The moment I took control, I knew she would retaliate. There wasn’t one submissive bone in her body. She liked it. I was willing to bet my medical license on it, but Nina Valentino wasn’t the type of woman to let me have the last word. I was well aware of it when I fell asleep a few hours ago. But this?

The vibrator was buried deep in my ass before my overwhelmed mind could form a coherent thought.

First, Nina’s little private show infuriated and stole my breath away in one go. And second, the intense pain combined with enormous pleasure most probably rewrote my nerve endings because I couldn’t focus on anything else but her hand moving the toy in and out of me.

“Oh, fuck!”

A throaty moan echoed in the bedroom, my arms instinctively fighting the restraints as Nina increased her rhythm. She worked my ass as if she wanted to tear me apart, and I fucking loved and hated every second of it.

My head fell back, and unrecognizable sounds escaped my mouth when she pressed the vibrator against my prostate.

“Fuck, yeah…” I mumbled incoherently, my balls tightening. Pressure built at the base of my spine, tingling erupting under my skin. Just one push, and…

Nina harshly removed the toy from my ass, grinning wickedly. My cock twitched, but the sudden loss of friction left me gasping for air. I was there, balancing at the edge, and in the next second, it was gone.

“Noooo,” I groaned in annoyance. “No! Not again.”

Nina leaned over me and brushed sweaty hair from my forehead.

“Look at you,” she cooed, looking too pleased with herself. “All grumpy and frustrated. Aren’t you already used to that?”

I glared at her, panting and wishing I could despise her games, but one look at her stunning face disarmed me. The triumph in her smile, the affection hidden beneath her cruelty, and the possessiveness present in every touch should’ve terrified me. Instead, they led me to a far more dangerous realization: that I would let her get away with anything if she kept looking at me as if getting me here was her greatest accomplishment.

“I hate you,” I hissed through gritted teeth. “You’re torturing me in my own house.”

“You survived being kidnapped, handsome.”

“That was less humiliating.” I pouted, shaking my head at the ridiculousness not only of this entire situation but also of our relationship, if this could be called that.

“Oooooh,” she drawled, palming my cock. “But you love it.”

I couldn’t argue with her. Not one cell in my body was willing to resist her. What the fuck had she done to me?

Pressing my lips into a thin line to stop any sound from escaping, I stared at her as she licked the drops of cum from my cock. It twitched, hardening in her hand despite my fighting with all my might to not let her win again.

“You taste scrumptious.” She moved her tongue along her upper lip seductively, paralyzing me. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, fuck, I could barely breathe when she took me inside her hot mouth.

Gasping for oxygen, I felt the toy in my ass again. A wave of overwhelming pleasure crashed into me, and colorful dots clouded my vision.

“Nina, fuck!”

Through my teary eyes, I saw her broad smile. She let go of my cock, fear of another ruined orgasm attacking me, but before I could protest, she straddled me and directed my painfully erect dick inside her tight, wet pussy.

A ragged moan ripped free from my throat. Her walls clenched around me like she wanted to crush me. Her nails dug into my abdomen, and somehow she managed to work my ass with the vibrator. I almost burst from all the sensations that attacked me at once. My muscles tensed, the pressure growing to unbearable proportions before I finally fell over the edge.

“FUUUUCK!” I roared, thrashing against the restraints. My body shook so hard that the bed frame rattled against the wall. Through my haze, I heard Nina’s moans that only added to my impossibly strong climax. As the last remains of the grand finale faded, my body collapsed against the mattress, completely spent.

“I’m dead,” I whispered, unable to open my eyes.