Dance of Ruin: Chapter 17

Animalistic savagery explodes through me like black fire as I look down at her, sprawled naked on my bed with her wrists bound so beautifully to the headboard. Something sweet and yet so fucking eager blazes in her eyes.

Pure temptation, a dare.

Ruin me.

Wreck me.

Fuck me raw.

The flush on her cheeks and the glistening moisture on her lips. The way her thighs are parted, the sheets tangled around her ankles. The way her chest rises and falls like she’s running from something.

Or rushing headlong to something.

All it makes me want to do is kiss the fuck out of her. So that’s exactly what I do. Naomi whimpers, shuddering as my tongue slides over her lips, demanding her mouth. It’s a clash of tongues and teeth, her moans filling my ears, her body jerking and writhing when I nip and bite at her lips.

Her eyes are half-hooded as I pull back. Her lips are swollen from my mouth, my teeth. I kiss my way down her throat and chest, dragging my tongue over the peak of one nipple and biting just hard enough to make her whimper.

She arches for me. Whines like she hates herself for it.

And I smile when I hear it, because that—that—is what I’ve been waiting for.

Not her obedience.

Her surrender.

I slide my hand between her thighs, slowly and possessively, stroking the slick heat that’s already soaking her greedy little cunt. She gasps, and her hips twitch and buck. Her pussy is so fucking wet she’s practically trembling.

“So nice and eager,” I growl against her nipple before I bite down again, making her squeal. “I wonder what’s gotten this pretty pussy so fucking messy for me. Is it the promise of me cramming every inch of my fat cock into this tight little hole? Is it knowing that I’m going to fuck my cum deep inside you, and then do it again, just to make sure it stays there?”

Naomi shudders, arching her body against the silk ribbons.

“Or are you just fucking desperate to feel this plug in your tight little back hole?”

She chokes on a moan as I slide back up her body, my teeth grazing her neck and pebbling her skin deliciously before I nip at her ear lobe.

“Is that it, Naomi? Are you just eager to be my good little anal slut? To get fucked like a bad girl, with both your tight little holes stuffed full at the same time?”

“Jesus…” she chokes, gasping as I drag a finger up through her dripping wet lips.

“Nico works just fine,” I murmur against her neck. “But until you can pronounce my name correctly, there’s no use for your mouth, now is there?”

I drag the little plug up over her breasts, teasing a nipple with it before I trace higher, to her jaw.

“So let’s leave this right here…”

She mewls as I slip the plug between her lips, letting them close around the thinner middle part with the flared, diamond-encrusted base—obviously real fucking diamonds, don’t insult me—resting on them.

Then I start to slide down her body. My teeth leave a trail of destruction on her soft skin, biting, scraping and sucking until she’s a masterpiece of teeth marks and hickeys.

A deep moan rumbles from her chest when I shove her thighs apart and slide between them. She whimpers when I give her ass a spank and her inner thighs a few sharp smacks. Then she almost screams around the plug in her mouth when I drag my tongue through her lips.

I groan into her, tonguing her deeply as she begins to writhe and squirm against my mouth. But I shut that down with a firm hand on her hipbones, pinning them down firmly before I swirl my tongue around her throbbing clit.

Her entire body spasms, like I’ve just tasered her. I do it again, flexing my muscles as I keep her pinned to the bed, my tongue swirling and dancing around her swollen clit as her moans fill my ears.

I wrap my lips around it, sucking, nibbling and licking as her arousal coats my lips and chin.

Fuck. Me.

She tastes like fucking sin and sweetness and my new fucking favorite meal. I’ve never been one of those pathetic douchebags who “isn’t into” giving head, or “does it because you should”. I give head because a pleased pussy is an extra eager pussy. And an extra eager pussy means my dick is extra happy when he finally slides inside.

A win-win situation, if you will.

But this is different. It isn’t just “warming things up” or whatever.

It’s fan-fucking-tastic.

Yep, totally my new favorite meal. Definitely something I could keep doing for the next two hours or so, very happily.

It’s all of it: the way she tastes. The way her velvety soft lips press against my mouth so eagerly. The way her hips rise and her strong dancer’s thighs clamp around my ears. The way her moans drown out the rest of the world, until all I know is her pleasure, dripping all over my fucking tongue.

My lips wrap around her clit again. I start to suck hard, swirling my tongue around the swollen nub.

And Naomi. Goes. Fucking. Wild.

Suddenly, she’s coming…hard.

She cries out, moaning and whimpering around the plug as her body spasms and arches off the bed. Her hips writhe against me, twisting and turning, her pussy quivering against my mouth as she comes all over my tongue.

I slowly pull away, and she gasps when I slide up and pull the plug from her mouth with a soft plop sound.

Instantly, my mouth replaces it, my lips crushing to hers in a brutalizing kiss.

“Taste how fucking messy your little pussy gets for me, baby,” I growl. “Taste what an eager little fuck toy you are.”

I move back down her body, shoving her limp, twitching legs wider as I settle between them again.

She moved like she was zapped when I ran my tongue over her pussy. Now she jerks like she’s just taken ten thousand volts when I do the same to her asshole.

“Nico!” she whimpers, moaning when I swirl my tongue round her tight little ring. Then I pull back and ease the slick, round tip of the plug against her little hole.

“Open up, Naomi,” I growl into her thigh. “Let me get inside your tight little ass.”

She’s wet as fuck from her pussy and my mouth, and it’s not a very big plug. Even so, it takes a bit of effort for me to work the tip in enough so her hot little hole can swallow the plug to the tapered part.

Naomi chokes sharply on a whimper, her breath catching, her eyes blazing.

“Holy fuck…” she breathes.

I move up her body, settling between her thighs with my throbbing, achingly hard cock pulsing on her flat belly. Her eyes go wide as saucers as she looks down to where it lies heavy on her stomach, twitching and leaking precum.

“Nico…” she blurts. “Nico, I⁠—”

“Shh…” I growl, running my thumb over her lips before sinking it into her mouth. I roll my hips, letting the swollen head of my cock slip down over her clit. It nestles between her pussy lips, and her eyes go wide.

“Nico—”

“You’re so fucking tight and small, baby,” I murmur, rolling my hips slightly. “I’m going to have to work this cock in nice and slow to get it to fucking fit.”

“Yes… Go slow,” she chokes, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling, her eyes tense. “Just… Go slow.”

Her trepidation is…unexpected. To this level, I mean. I start to push into her, and then I see her jaw clench tight.

Okay, I’m…big. Really fucking big. But I’m not a fucking baseball bat. And she’s soaking wet, with more of her arousal smeared over my head and leaking down my shaft.

So what the fuck is the problem?

“Naomi—”

“I’m a virgin.”

It rushes out of her all at once, like one word, not three. And it hits me like a slap.

Fucking what?

My brow knits as I pause, my aching, leaking cock pressed up against her opening.

“Say that again.”

“I-I’ve never…” Her voice breaks. “I’ve never done this before.”

I stare down at her—her flushed face, her bound wrists, her heaving chest—and for the first time since I tied her to this bed, I don’t know what the fuck to do.

Then I bark out a laugh.

“You expect me to believe that?”

Something darkens in her eyes.

“You made a fucking porno, Naomi,” I spit. “With two men.”

The second the words leave my lips—and possibly before that, when the thought first enters my head—it’s like I’ve been filled with pure venom.

Like I suddenly want to commit violence on a biblical level.

Naomi’s mouth twists.

“No,” she hisses icily. “I didn’t.”

Her voice is sharp and cutting.

“They didn’t—” She pauses, collects herself. “I’ve never had sex. Like, actual sex.”

I stare at her, jaw tight. “C’mon⁠—”

Her eyes flash. “I’m not lying. Why are you pushing this? You’ve seen the fucking video.”

The words slam into me like a punch.

And then, I feel it. Confusion. Rage. All coiled around the same truth I’ve been ignoring.

“I don’t want to talk about the fucking video,” I bite out.

“Why—”

“Because I have zerofucking interest in watching you with someone else,” I snap viciously.

The silence that follows is heavy and thick.

I may have just crossed a line I can’t retreat back over.

Because the problem is, my reaction isn’t due to some pathetic reason like being turned off that she has a past. I have a past. Everyone has a past, and I’m not some fragile little fuck who can’t accept that.

No, my reaction is based on surging, throbbing, neon green, livid jealousy.

And that was never supposed to happen. That’s not what this thing between us was meant to be.

This wasn’t about feelings, or jealousy, or being territorial, or literally anything but using her, breaking her, and ruining her.

But I think we’ve managed to wander way off that trail. At least, I have.

And now I don’t have any fucking clue how to find my way back.