Seducing Destiny

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couldn’t. “Damn,” he rasped gutturally. He moved his hand until his fingers held my throat, and then he applied pressure. Stars erupted as blackness took hold. He eased off only to do it again. He’d stolen my breath once before, but this time, I wasn’t afraid of it. I could feel the moisture pooling between my thighs and knew his eyes were currently watching what his action was creating as a result.
    When he pulled out, I cried at the loss of him and moved my bound hands to find him again. He pushed me back onto the bed roughly, and his cock bounced with his steps as he walked around the room, his huge wings eventually blocking my view.
    When he came back, he was holding what look like nipple clamps in his hand. “Present from the Demon; they even vibrate,” he said with a wicked smirk that would melt the bones of any sane person. Good thing I wasn’t sane. His mouth moved to one breast as he kissed and suckled on one nipple and then the other. His fingers pinched and fondled them as well. He reached up, clamping one nipple—which tore a surprised gasp from my lips—and then clamped the other. He slid down to sit between my legs as he once again spread them as wide as they would go. He spread his wings and the single candle went out, leaving us enshrouded in darkness.
    The only sound left in the room was our hard breathing and the sound of the clamps which were making me numb with lust. I sensed his movement as he moved his mouth hungrily over my breasts and started licking the tip of one nipple as the clamp worked it for him. Ryder didn’t need toys, but he was making a point and I got it. I’d allow him to do anything to me, and he wanted me to know it and accept it. He chuckled softly, as if reading my mind. “Now that I know how these things work and how much you enjoy them, I will have to create these again.”
    I was moaning as his tongue worked my nipple, but the moment I felt his thumb doing sweet circles on my clit, I mewled and gasped with the raw pleasure which surged through me. I couldn’t see anything—not even his brands were illuminating the room, which told me he wanted me blind. He wanted me to use my senses and feel what he was doing to me, without seeing it.
    “You need to be fucked, don’t you, Pet?” he whispered huskily as he pulled back from the bed, giving away his retreat. Then he was back, and I felt him as he slipped something hard, but soft around my neck—a belt maybe, made of soft leather. “Not right now; you’re not wet enough yet. I’m going to feed you my cock, because I know it makes this sweet pussy weep to be fucked. You like me fucking your mouth, don’t you, Pet?”
    I moaned.
    Yes, it definitely felt like the leather of a belt, which he used to direct me into a new position, one that had my head tilted up and to the side, and then I felt his cock as it pushed against my lips, demanding entrance. “Open your mouth,” he ordered and I did, forcing it to open wide while trying to relax my jaw to accept his massive size. He was rock hard, and once again water leaked from my eyes as he hit the back of my throat. I could barely fit him half-way inside, and I knew he had more to feed me. I started to move my tongue and lips around him, sucking and licking as best as I could.
    “Fucking hell, woman,” he hissed as I sucked, forming a vacuum around his salty cock. He wanted me to be dirty; well hell, I could be whatever he wanted in his fantasy. His hips rocked as he started using my mouth faster, but then the leather around my neck tightened and I gasped and started to panic, but he only used my shock to further his cause and go deeper into my throat. He pushed in and then pulled out only to find a rhythm to fuck me with, and I moaned at the sensation and then his magic filled me and took hold, pulsing over my skin.
    “Ready, Pet? I’m going to fuck all of you, hard.”
    He didn’t wait for an answer. One minute I’d needed to be filled, and the next I was

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