Page 158 of Bratva Menace

“Mmm, baby. You taste so good.” The chains rattled loudly as I fought against them. It only seemed to spur her on more, knowing I was unable to move. Unable to do anything. Lyla had complete freedom to do whatever she wanted to me.

It turned me on.

My cock was so hard it hurt.

Her hands came down and gripped both sides of my face, and she held me exactly where she wanted me, riding my face harder.

“Oh, baby. Lukyan. Your tongue. Your fucking tongue.” She panted heavily.

I leaned forward as much as I could, needing more of her. Needing to drown myself in her. I sucked. I licked. I swirled my tongue over her clit. I knew she preferred a slightly rougher touch, so I used my teeth to nibble around her pussy, sucking at her skin, the inside of her thighs. I let my tongue hang out loosely and shook my head as much as her grip would allow, trying to downright bury myself inside her. To get as close to her as humanly possible.

Her head flung back, and she let out a cry of pleasure. She quickly slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle it, and I yanked hard on the chains, wanting to rip that fucking hand away so I could hear her.

“Oh, god. Oh, fuck.” Her thrusts slowed as she came down from her orgasm, and then she moved back slightly. She looked down at me. Hunger burned in her eyes. It made my heart pound in my chest, knowing she wanted me, needed me as much as I did her. She gripped my chin roughly and leaned down.

My whole body trembled as she ran her tongue up and around my lips, licking herself from my face. “You taste even better with me all over you,” Lyla murmured huskily.

I whined. “You’re killing me, Huntress.”

She licked my face again. “I like you needy and helpless.”

“You’re evil,” I whimpered.

“Yeah.” A devilish smirk curled on her lips. “But you like it, though.”

“I do. I so fucking do.” I nodded earnestly.

“Don’t worry, you’re going to like this part too.”

Lyla climbed off the bed, and my body went to follow. The chains snapped taut.

“Noooo.” I almost cried. “Come back, baby. Come back.”

Lyla pulled a chair from the small lounge set in the middle of the room and dragged it over. She sat down, put her feet up on the side of the bed, and spread her legs wide.

“Fuck me.” Her pussy was dripping wet. Soft and pink and covered in tiny little bite marks from my teeth.

Such a fucking turn on.

Her hand disappeared, and then a knife appeared, flipping through her fingers. My eyes widened. “I’m going to fuck myself with your knife. You’re going to watch. And then I’ll give it back to you, so that every time you use it, you’ll remember this moment. Remember you’re mine. Always. ’Til death do us fucking part. And if you ever leave me again, I’ll use this knife to cut the rope I will use to keep you tied up in my house forever so you can never escape me.”

“Slightly terrifying, but also incredibly hot,” I breathed out.

There was a sheath over the blade, which I was thankful for because I didn’t want her to accidentally cut herself. She held the knife out to me until the handle touched my lips. “Suck it. Make it nice and wet for me, baby.”

I sealed my lips around it and slathered as much saliva as I could onto it, swirling my tongue the same way I did when I licked her pussy, my eyes never leaving hers.

Her hand caressed the side of my face lovingly. “Good boy,” she whispered.

I melted under her praise.

The handle left my mouth, and she leaned back, adjusted herself slightly to get comfortable, and then the handle disappeared into her tight hole. She moaned, arching her back.

Fucking, fucking, fuck, fuck.

It was a delicious kind of torture, watching her fuck herself with my knife while I was chained to the bed, unable to do anything except watch. Watch as she palmed one of her breasts, squeezing tightly, wishing it was my fucking hand instead. Watch as her hips rolled. Watch as the handle went in and out, in and out, wishing it was my cock in that tight little pussy.

It was agonizing. And the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.