“You tell me,” I say.
He gently slaps my pussy with a flat hand, causing me to buck and jerk in my restraints. With one hand placed on my belly and one on my pussy, he shushes me.
“Calm down, my fairy. Now, answer the question.”
I sigh, accepting whatever consequences my answer will have. “Not anymore …”
He lightly smiles before parting his lips. “Thank you for answering me truthfully.”
His hand leaves my body again and he crawls onto the bed, positioning himself right between my legs. He caresses my legs with his index finger, making it tickle so badly that I squirm.
“However,” he adds, “this pussy was never yours to begin with. From the day we met, you were mine. I will help you remember who you belong to,” he says.
Suddenly, I feel his lips right underneath my belly button, and it makes me gasp for air.
I can’t lift my body, so the only way to know what he’s doing is by looking through the mirror.
“Look at me, Lillith,” he says, demanding my eyes. “Do you believe me when I tell you that I love you?”
“Yes,” I mutter as he plants a kiss right above my pussy.
“Then you know I will do everything in my power to claim this pussy as mine again.”
He dives between my legs and presses his mouth to my inner lips. My eyes open wide at the contact between his lips and my pussy. Sweet Jesus, I did not think he would do that.
Leaving soft pecks on my pussy, he builds my arousal slowly, lapping up my excitement with greed. His tongue is frisky and deliciously agonizing, pushing me to the point where I want to say ‘Oh, God, yes.' I’m finding it harder to resist, and ask myself the question—why would I? Is there any point in not giving in? What do I gain? I’ve already lost everything, and Sebastian stole my heart long ago.
Denying it is impossible—I’ve fallen for my captor. And from the way he kisses me, licks my skin, loves my very soul, I somehow know that I am in good hands. Whatever fucked-up love we have, it’s still what I need. He is what I need right now.
When he dips his tongue into my crevice, I know that I’m done for.
I moan out loud as he licks and sucks on my pussy, paying equal attention to every sensitive spot. He gazes up at me through the mirror when I make a sound, licking his lips at the sight of me panting. Arousal is growing quickly within my core as I watch him get me off. The mirror adds an illusory effect that has my mind spinning, reeling with desire. My legs part automatically, granting him greater access to my pussy as he licks and kisses, nibbling on my clit.
“So delicious …” he murmurs against my skin. “I could do this all night.”
“Oh …” I moan.
“Oh, what?” He tugs on my inner lips with his teeth, making me grasp the bed. “Oh, more?”
“Yes!” I moan when he thrusts his tongue into me.
He sucks and licks some more, lapping me up like the night is indeed endless.
And then he stops. He just stops. Out of nowhere.
“W-what…?” I mutter.
He places a tiny peck on my inner thigh, licking all the way up to my belly and onward. He doesn’t answer my question, nor do I care. All I want are his lips on my skin, dragging toward my chest. He leans over me, suckling on my nipple before licking my skin. Everywhere he left a lash, his tongue draws a line, setting my skin on fire. I feel like an exquisite doll wrapped in the nude for him to cherish, and I love every second of it. Sinful pleasure makes me forget about all the horrors of the world and focus on the only thing that matters; love.
“How does it feel, little fairy?” he murmurs against my skin.
“Good … oh, so good,” I say.
“Do you want my tongue?”
“Yes.”
He sets his teeth into my nipple and tugs.
“Ow!”
“If you want something, you have to ask nicely.”
“I want it, please,” I say, as he sucks, hard.
“You know what I want …”
“I’m yours.”
“Say my name, Lillith. Say it. You know what I want to hear.”
“I’m yours, Mister Brand.”
He bites his lip and then kisses my other nipple, licking it gently. “Yes, you are mine. Good little fairy. Your body remembers me; all that’s left is your heart and soul.”
He moves to my chin, leaning over me completely. We’re both hanging down from the bed, and yet he still manages to plant a kiss on my lips before sliding back to the bed again. Kissing his way back to my belly, he says, “Now keep your eyes on that mirror. I want you to see what I do to you, how much you love me. I want you to see yourself fall apart.”
“Yes, Mister Brand,” I say, squirming from his mouth which has reached my pussy again.