It was Snyder…
Clash…
Sandman…
Ranger…
And now Wasp… the fucking self-proclaimed Master himself.
God, what that man made me feel in that hallway was something I’d never fucking forget.
But I couldn’t give in to my temptations. Not when Sabbath was on the verge of a cataclysmic rampage.
No.
Despite what Snyder and the rest of my guys wanted, I had to play it cool. At least until the smoke cleared and Sabbath’s tyranny was ended for good.
I don’t know how long I had been standing in the room, but when a hand wrapped around my throat; it scared me until I heard a seductive tongue whisper against my ear. “Did you like that, little minx? Did you like watching Master bust his load down Keelie’s throat?”
I nodded in weakness, my legs feeling like jelly as they wobbled at the knees.
I half expected him to drag Keelie into the room to fuck her, but here he was, standing behind me, his dick hardened as it pressed against my ass cheeks, his hands running up my thighs once again.
“We’re going to take this slow,” he rasps in my ear.
“I’m going to give you pleasure first.” His breath hit the nape of my neck, creating erotic goosebumps along my skin. “Then I’m going to punish you for disobeying my orders.”
My whole body quivered with need. His fingers rubbed soft circles against my clit that was still covered in the aftermath of my orgasm. He bit my neck, and I moaned.
“Shh, little minx, don’t be too loud. They’ll hear you.”
I felt something come around my face, and the feeling of silk slide between my lips. He fastened it behind my head, inhibiting my ability to speak.
“Your first punishment is you don’t get to speak.”
I whimpered as he found my g-spot and gave it a flick.
“Your second punishment is you can’t come until I tell you.” He tugged on the fabric covering my mouth. “Nod for your Master, tell him you understand his commands.”
I nod, legs giving out beneath me.
I thought he was going to lay me on the bed, but instead, he pushed me toward the closet, throwing open the door and sliding the clothing back until there was enough room for my back to press against the wall.
He closed the door behind us, encasing us in almost total darkness except for the tiny little slivers of light that came through the slats that separated the bedroom from us.
His fingers pushed into my channel. He didn’t even bother with one, he had two thrusting in and out of me, invoking more moans from my suppressed lips.
He kissed them through the fabric, my mind going fuzzy as his tongue wet my pout and my desire heightened.
Then he disappeared, falling to his knees and pulling my body up the wall until both legs were draped over his shoulders and his mouth was between my thighs.
“Fuck,” I garbled through the fabric.
He bit my mound softly, creating a pain I didn’t expect. “No speaking, remember?”
His tongue punished me in ways I couldn’t comprehend, giving me the right amount of pressure to create havoc in my body. He was literally fucking me with his tongue, my thighs slapping against his cheeks that were covered with stubble.
“Come for me,” he demanded, and like a good girl, I came.