Malum part 2

He kisses the back of my throat.

“One night,” I whisper.

His tongue traces circles around the nape. “One night,” he answers.

“Promise?” I tilt my head, giving him more access.

His finger glides over my slit, small circles around my swollen clit. “I promise.”

His pace slows and I slowly grind myself into him in circles, biting down on my lower lip.

“Stand up and put your pussy on my mouth.” He bites on my ear lobe.

I stand, spreading my legs wide and watching as water slips over my toned thighs. Nate peers up at me, slipping between my legs with his hands grasped around my upper thighs. He keeps his eyes on mine as he edges closer, dragging his tongue up to lick the droplets of water that are surfing down my skin. He yanks me down roughly and I fall, my knees crashing violently against the bottom of the bathtub. He brings his mouth to my pussy, all while his eyes continue to remain on mine and he circles my clit gently. My head rolls back, my hands coming to his hair.

“Open your eyes and don’t touch me.”

I do as I’m told.

“Put them behind your back.”

I do, holding my wrists together. He leans over the bathtub and picks up something, bringing it to my wrists and binding them together.

“Look at me, Tillie.”

My eyes come down to his, my head tilting. My heart thrashes around in my chest. “Tell me what you want. Do you want me to suck on your pussy?”

I nod, clamping my lips closed. Why are you acting shy? I tilt my head and smirk. “Yes. I want you to lick my pussy.”

A dark smirk dances on his mouth to the same tune you’d lower a casket into the ground. He leans forward and his mouth co

“You like that, baby?” he asks, his fingers tightening around my chin and yanking my face up to his. “On your knees, bound by your cum-drenched panties, and gazing up at the words that own you, because I do, Tillie. This King fucking owns you.”

I lean forward, drawing my tongue out to flick against the shaft of his cock. If he owns me, then why does he groan when I use something as simple as my tongue? The smallest muscle in my body holds the most power. I gently wrap my lips around the trunk of his cock and suck, taking him in until the tip hits my tonsils. I pull back, my eyes still on his and watch as his eyebrows cross and his perfect teeth nibble on his lower lip. He piles my hair to the top of my head and yanks me back before slamming my face into his cock in jerky motions. I take it, my saliva mixing with his cum and dripping down my chin. When he pulls out again, I drag my tongue out and lick the residue off my lip, moaning.

“More.”

“You’re my dirty little bitch, Tillie. Nothing has changed there.”

He yanks me up by my hair until I feel the follicles rip from their roots. I’m directly in front of his inked chest now, those beautiful angel wings. I lean my tongue toward his chest to trace them. My clit continues to throb with need and the taste of his cum clings to the tip of my tongue like a bittersweet reminder of, as he puts it, exactly who owns me.

“Angel wings…” I whisper, tracing my tongue over the sharp angles.

He grips my tongue between his fingers. “Because even Lucifer was once an Angel.” Then his hand flies to the front of my throat. “Get out of the bath and bend over, facing the mirror.”

I do as I’m told, stepping out and turning to face the large floor to ceiling mirror wall that is directly opposite us. Slowly, I lean over, wishing I could reach down and curl my hands around my slender ankles. I turn my head over my shoulder instead, until my long pink hair cascades to the other side.

I smirk. “Punish me.”

He licks his lip, following suit. I watch as his eyes darken, and his shoulders pull back. He brings his finger to the middle curve of my pussy and presses it inside of me, circling. “You needed someone that wasn’t me…” he starts, and then I feel a hard slap sting over my ass.

I wince, my eyes shutting. It was bearable, I know how much more he’s capable of.

Slap! Another bite ripples over my ass, my fat jiggling under the abuse. “That was your third sin…” he mutters, his fingers cupping my pussy from behind. He rubs my clit viciously until my juices are sloshing with his movements. He lets go and I wait.

Slap! This one comes harder, a lot harder. I cry out in pain as it feels like my flesh has split open. It stings so bad.

“I touched Brantley,” I whisper, wanting more. Needing to be punished more for everything I had put him through. Because after this day, he and I are done. I don’t owe him anything and I don’t have to feel bad with the way I went about things.

Nate chuckles sinisterly. “Another man putting his hands on you didn’t bother me as much as Daemon gripping onto your fucking heart, baby.”

I hear him pick something up from the ground. I gulp at the metallic sound of clinking.

Slap! The belt bites across my skin and I can’t help the scream that rips out of me. The pain that zaps over my skin is in a whole new frequency that I don’t think I can handle. He tosses the belt to the side and bends down behind me. I feel his tongue dive inside of my entry and flick inside my walls.

“So wet for me. So wet for the pain, and this is why you will always be mine to gain…”

Then I feel his tongue lick across my ass cheek. He stands, grabbing onto my throat and spi

My heart slams in my chest. My stomach hurling in pleasure.

His eyes stay on mine, hooded, dark and filled with greed. “Kiss me, baby. Kiss away your sins.”

I lean forward and suck his tongue into my mouth. The taste of metal surfs over my tongue, slithering its way down my throat.

“Get on the bed and wait for me.”

I lean back, my cheeks flushed red. I nod, padding my way to the bedroom. My heart is pounding from adrenaline, probably the same kind that gets girls killed. I trust Nate, though. We both need this as much as the other, it’s what the unspoken pleading tonight was about. The closure we both need to end what happened tonight. What happened with Micaela.

I kneel at the foot of the bed and wait for him, a half-smile delicately touching my lips. I can’t help it. I’m not submissive by any sense of the word, but I like playing games, probably as much as he does, which is why our bed tricks have always been toxic. Before we were parents. When you first become a parent, there are certain things that pound into your head. You shouldn’t say that, eat that, fuck like that… you get the picture. Suddenly you’re making every decision for how you are as a parent too…

Well, we don’t have that anymore, and I can feel the toxicity seep through my pores and plant its seeds deep in my bones. The only question is, will I water them, or let them die?

Nate saunters into the bedroom, naked and broody. He tilts his head and then makes his way to the top drawer. He pulls out a silver switchblade, and I freeze. Oh shit. That’s what you get, Tillie. Playing with The Kings will get you killed.