Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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The contact of the cold liquid on my skin makes me jump slightly and I find my lips. I need air. I feel it go down and leave a cold trace on my skin. All the way down to my pubic hair. A shiver runs through me. It's the most exciting thing I've ever done. I could almost forget how tired I am. Because even though my body is at its limits, it's so tempting to resist. I want to see what each of these mysterious pieces has in store for me.
All I have to do is let Angel guide me and keep quiet. But when I feel his tongue on my intimacy, I can't see straight. Luckily for me, it goes back up. I don't know if I'd have been able to hold back a scream. But he doesn't ask such questions. He licks my skin until he's close to my neck, and I close my eyes again. Not because of his vigorous licks, or the erection I feel against my leg.
No. But because he's moaning into my neck. He rests his head there and leaves a series of kisses that excite me to the core. I'm not going to last long at this rate. I'm going to cum eventually, with or without this cock inside me. But maybe that's what he wants. He wants to push me over the edge and fuck me when I can barely stand on my own two feet. BDSM is an endurance game, from what I've seen. And I intend to win the game. I can hold out a little longer.
Angel raises his head and his dark gaze makes me weak. I see him reach out and grab something off the table. I understand what it is when the two cherries reach my lips.
"Show me how you suck, princess..."
I part my lips and he slides them in. I pass them over my tongue and play with them. They taste slightly of honey, which is confirmed by the brown drops falling down my cheek. But that doesn't stop me from licking them passionately, imagining they're his.
They look so delicious I want to bite them. But he pulls them away in time.
"No biting!"
Instead, he slides them across my belly and licks off the remaining honey they leave there. I jump slightly.
"Am I dreaming or did you move?"
I freeze, but it's too late. My sentence comes unexpectedly. He tightens the nipple clamps and I cry out in pain. It's excruciating. I can't hold back the pain and I can already feel tears welling up.
"This session can go one of two ways princess: it can be extremely gentle...or intensely painful."
I try to control my breathing and calm down.
"Do you understand me?"
"I understand, sir."
"Good."
But he doesn't loosen them. And leaves me in this almost unbearable pain. I wonder how I'll stand it. But Angel already has the solution. I feel him come down. Then he comes back to stand in front of me and looks down at me. I can see that sadistic grin. He knows I'm in pain. But that's the point of this punishment, isn't it? Yet he's always been sparing with me. And something tells me that's not going to change.
