spine, her ministrations slowed. She poured more oil into her hand and rubbed her palms together, coating them, then slicked them slowly over both his tight, round ass cheeks.
Nikhil’s breath shot out in a gasp. “You’re going to do it, aren’t you?”
“Do what?” Belah asked, feigning confusion.
“You want to shove that huge thing into me. You are an evil goddess, aren’t you?” He chuckled.
Belah smiled to herself. “You can tell me to stop, but I think you’ll enjoy it if you give it a chance.”
She popped her head beneath his armpit and looked up into his face inquiringly. Nikhil groaned.
“Fuck, do what you want with me. But you better believe I’m taking it out on you when I get the chance.”
She grinned and sank her teeth into the fleshy side of his pectoral, savoring the tight hiss of air he expelled in response.
She stood behind him again and squeezed his ass in both hands, spreading the cheeks apart. Kneeling down, she could see the snug cuff of the ring that secured his balls and the tight, puckered opening that he held so dear. With one oil-coated fingertip, she traced a line from his spine down, slowly making her way to the center of that little rose. Once there, she swirled her finger around, spreading the oil until his opening glistened.
Nikhil’s breath came rapidly and his ass cheeks kept threatening to clench tighter until she smacked him sharply.
“You need to relax, or this is going to be a lot more difficult for both of us.”
She coated both palms again and grabbed his cheeks, holding them apart. With her thumbs, she teased, then let her forked tongue dart out and tickle the tender flesh.
He was a virgin in this way, she had to remind herself, so she should be gentle, but she would also be very, very thorough. She teased his ass with her tongue until she heard him release a frustrated groan. Then she pressed the tip of one thumb harder against his opening and was pleased that he let her beyond the barrier. She fucked him one knuckle deep before removing her thumb and replacing it with two fingers.
Those went deeper, fucking slowly in and out while his body quivered and his aura swelled. Belah sensed both how much he loved this, and at the same time, how much he hated that he did. To give him something new to think about, she bent her head and captured a mouthful of his ass in her teeth and bit hard.
Nikhil cried out. He didn’t seem to notice when she added a third oiled finger to the mix and twisted her hand, hooking her fingers to find that well of magic potential that lived inside all men.
“No… fuck… Stop!” he cried.
Belah stilled and waited. Had he broken?
Nikhil swiftly backpedaled. “No, no, don’t stop, don’t stop. I didn’t mean it.” He panted out the words and pushed his ass back toward her. “Fuck me, please. Hurry up and fuck me, because I’m going to lose my mind if you don’t.”
Belah extracted her fingers from him and cleaned off in a nearby basin of water. Without a word, she untied his ankles, then reached up and undid his wrists.
She guided him to the bed and he went as docile as a lamb, still trembling. He climbed onto the bed and lay on his back at her instruction, letting her bind his wrists again without objection. She left his ankles undone, positioning him carefully so that his knees were pressed to his chest.
Nikhil’s expression was full of awe when he looked at her, but there was still a calculated glint deep within. He still plotted how to give back to her the favors she was giving him tonight. She suppressed a shiver of arousal at the knowledge.
She retrieved the dildo and the oil and returned to the bed.
“You aren’t getting out of this,” she said, holding the shiny oiled object up for him to see. He swallowed hard and nodded. His face flushed red with shame and he closed his eyes and clenched his jaw.
When she pressed the rounded tip at his entrance, he winced.
“Remember, relax.” She bent her head and
Nikhil’s breath shot out in a gasp. “You’re going to do it, aren’t you?”
“Do what?” Belah asked, feigning confusion.
“You want to shove that huge thing into me. You are an evil goddess, aren’t you?” He chuckled.
Belah smiled to herself. “You can tell me to stop, but I think you’ll enjoy it if you give it a chance.”
She popped her head beneath his armpit and looked up into his face inquiringly. Nikhil groaned.
“Fuck, do what you want with me. But you better believe I’m taking it out on you when I get the chance.”
She grinned and sank her teeth into the fleshy side of his pectoral, savoring the tight hiss of air he expelled in response.
She stood behind him again and squeezed his ass in both hands, spreading the cheeks apart. Kneeling down, she could see the snug cuff of the ring that secured his balls and the tight, puckered opening that he held so dear. With one oil-coated fingertip, she traced a line from his spine down, slowly making her way to the center of that little rose. Once there, she swirled her finger around, spreading the oil until his opening glistened.
Nikhil’s breath came rapidly and his ass cheeks kept threatening to clench tighter until she smacked him sharply.
“You need to relax, or this is going to be a lot more difficult for both of us.”
She coated both palms again and grabbed his cheeks, holding them apart. With her thumbs, she teased, then let her forked tongue dart out and tickle the tender flesh.
He was a virgin in this way, she had to remind herself, so she should be gentle, but she would also be very, very thorough. She teased his ass with her tongue until she heard him release a frustrated groan. Then she pressed the tip of one thumb harder against his opening and was pleased that he let her beyond the barrier. She fucked him one knuckle deep before removing her thumb and replacing it with two fingers.
Those went deeper, fucking slowly in and out while his body quivered and his aura swelled. Belah sensed both how much he loved this, and at the same time, how much he hated that he did. To give him something new to think about, she bent her head and captured a mouthful of his ass in her teeth and bit hard.
Nikhil cried out. He didn’t seem to notice when she added a third oiled finger to the mix and twisted her hand, hooking her fingers to find that well of magic potential that lived inside all men.
“No… fuck… Stop!” he cried.
Belah stilled and waited. Had he broken?
Nikhil swiftly backpedaled. “No, no, don’t stop, don’t stop. I didn’t mean it.” He panted out the words and pushed his ass back toward her. “Fuck me, please. Hurry up and fuck me, because I’m going to lose my mind if you don’t.”
Belah extracted her fingers from him and cleaned off in a nearby basin of water. Without a word, she untied his ankles, then reached up and undid his wrists.
She guided him to the bed and he went as docile as a lamb, still trembling. He climbed onto the bed and lay on his back at her instruction, letting her bind his wrists again without objection. She left his ankles undone, positioning him carefully so that his knees were pressed to his chest.
Nikhil’s expression was full of awe when he looked at her, but there was still a calculated glint deep within. He still plotted how to give back to her the favors she was giving him tonight. She suppressed a shiver of arousal at the knowledge.
She retrieved the dildo and the oil and returned to the bed.
“You aren’t getting out of this,” she said, holding the shiny oiled object up for him to see. He swallowed hard and nodded. His face flushed red with shame and he closed his eyes and clenched his jaw.
When she pressed the rounded tip at his entrance, he winced.
“Remember, relax.” She bent her head and
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