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and I moan much as I try not to. He pushes his fingers inside the lace and squeezes my naked mound sending sparks through my cells.
“Did you enjoy the dish I sent you?” he asks.
His eyes never leave my breast as he alternates between rolling the nipple between his fingers until it satisfies him by standing up hard, then crushing the full flesh under his fist.
“Yes. Thank you. It was delicious,” I pant out breathlessly.
I have no idea what he's talking about but I’m mindless with the pleasure of the pain. I need to be trapped in the burning tug of his lips. Feel his wet hot tongue lave across the sensitive skin.
“You enjoyed being fed the other so much it was the least I could do. My father used to feed me that dish himself when I was a child.”
I repress a cry as he twists my breast under the clamp of his hand then tugs the nipple out to full stretch. The delicious pain makes my pussy pull with electric bolts.
“ Cima alla genovese. A dish best served cold.” Josh laughs at his private joke.
“It was delicious,” I say again, whispering through pursed lips as he flips back the lace and bends to plant a circle of kisses on the tender skin surrounding the nipple.
My groan of desire erupts when he pulls that hungry pellet into his beautiful lips. Shivers of lust rocket down to my toes.
“A breast pocket stuffed with brain and lard and vegetables and breadcrumbs, sewn up and boiled. I added a little something extra to the stuffing just for you.”
“Yes.” I breathe.
I can't hear what he's saying. My delirium complete as he pushes his fingers into my channel, his thumb over my clit. I'm humiliated by the greedy need in my body for my lover's brother – a killer. I want him to make me come. I want to come and pour juices all over his fingertips while he stares greedily at my spread open sex.
“Tell me what you want Rye. Pretty, innocent, beautiful Rye.”
I'm panting hard with the effort of withstanding the pulses of white heat rippling from my clit through my core.
“You can ask me for anything you want.” I twitch and tug around his fingers trying to pull him in deeper.
“Let me go,” I whisper.
“Not that,” he snaps. “But I tell you what. Usually I lick a woman's pussy until it explodes on my tongue before I slice it off all hard and engorged for my collection.”
“Oh god.” My whimper is barely a tiny whine.
“I don't mean I'm going to do that to you. Probably I won't. Although I might. Your clit is so very hard and so very perfect.”
“Are you going to kill me?” I whimper.
“I don't want to. But you look so very delicious. I can't decide.”
Josh looks up with a small smile as the door rattles with the ferocious banging on the other side.
“Open up Josh. Right now. Unlock this damn door.”
Mark has come for me.
“We're busy right now. But you can come back later,” Josh shouts.
“We don't need him for this, do we?” he asks me. Seeking my compliance while looking down sweetly at me with the compassion of a doctor about to cut me open on the operating table.
My eyes screech wide but I can't speak. If I beg him to let me go again I have no clue what he might do.
“Open the fucking door Josh or I'm going to bring your father right now.”
Father? Is he playing some mind game? For the first time it occurs to my addled brain that Josh may actually be unsound. Like lunatic level unsound. Or his father is and is intent on making his son appear to be crazy. Why would he say he'll go and bring himself here if Josh doesn't let him in? Unless they're both totally insane and I'm tied up in the basement of a psycho mansion.
“Did you fucking hear me josh? You don't want dad seeing this.”
From the first mention of the parental threat, Josh had ripped his hand away from me like a naughty child caught with his hand in the candy jar. Now he's standing there with his eyes darting back and forth from me lying on the table, still panting with terror lust and the door
“Did you enjoy the dish I sent you?” he asks.
His eyes never leave my breast as he alternates between rolling the nipple between his fingers until it satisfies him by standing up hard, then crushing the full flesh under his fist.
“Yes. Thank you. It was delicious,” I pant out breathlessly.
I have no idea what he's talking about but I’m mindless with the pleasure of the pain. I need to be trapped in the burning tug of his lips. Feel his wet hot tongue lave across the sensitive skin.
“You enjoyed being fed the other so much it was the least I could do. My father used to feed me that dish himself when I was a child.”
I repress a cry as he twists my breast under the clamp of his hand then tugs the nipple out to full stretch. The delicious pain makes my pussy pull with electric bolts.
“ Cima alla genovese. A dish best served cold.” Josh laughs at his private joke.
“It was delicious,” I say again, whispering through pursed lips as he flips back the lace and bends to plant a circle of kisses on the tender skin surrounding the nipple.
My groan of desire erupts when he pulls that hungry pellet into his beautiful lips. Shivers of lust rocket down to my toes.
“A breast pocket stuffed with brain and lard and vegetables and breadcrumbs, sewn up and boiled. I added a little something extra to the stuffing just for you.”
“Yes.” I breathe.
I can't hear what he's saying. My delirium complete as he pushes his fingers into my channel, his thumb over my clit. I'm humiliated by the greedy need in my body for my lover's brother – a killer. I want him to make me come. I want to come and pour juices all over his fingertips while he stares greedily at my spread open sex.
“Tell me what you want Rye. Pretty, innocent, beautiful Rye.”
I'm panting hard with the effort of withstanding the pulses of white heat rippling from my clit through my core.
“You can ask me for anything you want.” I twitch and tug around his fingers trying to pull him in deeper.
“Let me go,” I whisper.
“Not that,” he snaps. “But I tell you what. Usually I lick a woman's pussy until it explodes on my tongue before I slice it off all hard and engorged for my collection.”
“Oh god.” My whimper is barely a tiny whine.
“I don't mean I'm going to do that to you. Probably I won't. Although I might. Your clit is so very hard and so very perfect.”
“Are you going to kill me?” I whimper.
“I don't want to. But you look so very delicious. I can't decide.”
Josh looks up with a small smile as the door rattles with the ferocious banging on the other side.
“Open up Josh. Right now. Unlock this damn door.”
Mark has come for me.
“We're busy right now. But you can come back later,” Josh shouts.
“We don't need him for this, do we?” he asks me. Seeking my compliance while looking down sweetly at me with the compassion of a doctor about to cut me open on the operating table.
My eyes screech wide but I can't speak. If I beg him to let me go again I have no clue what he might do.
“Open the fucking door Josh or I'm going to bring your father right now.”
Father? Is he playing some mind game? For the first time it occurs to my addled brain that Josh may actually be unsound. Like lunatic level unsound. Or his father is and is intent on making his son appear to be crazy. Why would he say he'll go and bring himself here if Josh doesn't let him in? Unless they're both totally insane and I'm tied up in the basement of a psycho mansion.
“Did you fucking hear me josh? You don't want dad seeing this.”
From the first mention of the parental threat, Josh had ripped his hand away from me like a naughty child caught with his hand in the candy jar. Now he's standing there with his eyes darting back and forth from me lying on the table, still panting with terror lust and the door
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