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“Denying yourself won’t save you, Tess. We’re doomed. All roads lead here. Fighting will only make the trek to hell take longer.” The elastic of my thong stretched easily for her, just like I knew my body would.
Still, stubborn resistance flared from my lips. “If you wanted me, why didn’t you just say that?”
A darkness filled her eyes as she shook her head. “I’m no good with words, Ragdoll. But I’ll show you just how sorry I am.”
The soft chuckle that fell from her lips would have prickled my skin if her hands weren’t already doing that. Before I could think any better of it, I gave a small nod, and Cyrus descended on me like nightfall.
She was darkness, hiding all sorts of monsters in her shadows. And I would submit myself willingly for a chance to see stars.
Swiping an arm over the counter, Cyrus sent plates, bottles, and who knew what else clattering to the ground as she cleared a space for me. Pressing one hand to my shoulder, she pushed me back onto my elbows while her other hand slid between my legs.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” I whimpered. By the time she reached my clit, I was already wet and growing more so by the second.
“God, Tess,” she murmured, pulling my pants down to my ankles with her free hand. She didn’t bother with my thong — it was easy enough to slide to the side as her thick fingers pulsed at my center, teasing my entrance before flicking back over my clit.
“Do you know how badly I’ve needed this? How often I’ve thought about it?”
Her finger sunk into my pussy, strangling out any intelligible response I could make.
“You look so pretty when you don’t know what to say. And you take it so fucking easy.”
I glared down at her, though I didn’t dare close my legs. “Don’t act so fucking smug.”
“But it gets you so wet.” She curled her finger against my wall, making my hips buck. I wanted to protest her assertion, but the string of excitement that clung to her fingers as she pulled out of me didn’t help my point.
“Lose the shirt,” she muttered, getting to work pulling off my pants. I relented, pulling the tangle of t-shirt and bra over my head before tossing it aside. Once she had me stripped to just my thong, Cyrus gripped my thighs again. “Come here.”
The command was more of an announcement than an invitation. I didn’t move a fucking inch before Cyrus was hoisting me off the counter, wrapping my legs around her waist.
Her arms wrapped protectively around my back as she kissed me, carrying me through the apartment with ease. It was like I was nothing more than an extension of herself.
As my center came to rest against her hips, I could feel a hard bulge in her pants, pressing against me with perfect friction. I wasn’t sure if she ever gave that packer a rest, but fuck if I was complaining about it now.
As her tongue pressed into my mouth greedily, her hand wound back, slapping my ass hard enough to make me yelp.
“I want to see it.” And before I could ask what “it” was, she tossed me down on one of the white couches. The wooden frame creaked hard under the force — I was almost certain I’d heard a crack — but there was no time to think about that as Cyrus flipped me onto my hands and knees, putting my ass and thong on full display.
“God Tess, I just want to tear you apart. Treat you like the toy you are.” She slapped my ass again, and this time, I couldn’t hold back the pathetic whine from my lips.
She chuckled, grazing her fingers over the welt she’d left before snapping the thong against my hip. “What pretty sounds that mouth makes when it’s not busy talking back.”
“You like th— ungh!” I grunted, face falling into the cushions as she struck me again.
“Tread carefully. By the time I’m done with you, the only word you’ll remember is my name.” She ran her fingers roughly over my thong, teasing the mess she’d created through the fabric. “You want me so fucking bad… it’s hot how desperate you are.”
She dropped to her knees, licking the fabric with broad, firm strokes that made my legs tremble.
“Y-y-you’re one to talk.” I moaned, letting my weight press forward as she feasted on my center. “You’re fucking obsessed with me.”
She pulled my thong to the side, her tongue dipping deep into my folds. “Obsessed. Consumed. Addicted.” Each word came between a stroke of her tongue that lit my core on fire. “Call me whatever you want to, Ragdoll. But there’s only one word for what you are.”
“What’s that?” I panted, craning to see her over my shoulder.
“Mine.”
With that, she ripped my panties down with her teeth, shoving them into her mouth as she unbuckled her pants. My throat bobbed as I watched her hands flex, tendons and veins on full display beneath the heavy ink.
As her thick, veiny dildo sprung from her pants, excitement and terror pulsed through me in equal measure. But neither was a match for my desire to see her work for it.
