Dance of Madness: Chapter 15

I still haven’t figured out why I’ve just cornered her, as opposed to the cat and mouse shit of stalking her in her sleep and sending her outrageous texts.

Part of me wants to say I’ve grown bored of the games. Or that my dick is tired of me jerking it like it owes me money and wants the real thing.

Her mouth. Her soft, pouty lips wrapped around me as her tongue strokes my swollen head. Her pussy, pink and dripping, tight around my cock as I sink into her willing little hole. Her ass, so fucking tight that I know I’d have to force my way in, her panties stuffed in her mouth as she shattered for me.

But there’s a more confusing explanation too: that my desire for this girl became dangerously close to obsessive in a feral, unhinged way the second that fucker Leo mentioned he might be marrying her.

If I’m being honest with myself…which isn’t always the case…that’s what ignited the urge to come here.

Finding her was easy enough, thanks to the little microdot tracker I tucked between her phone and its case the other night at her house. The tricky part was slipping around the back of the store to avoid Bane and Laz, who I did not realize were out with her, and avoiding her friends as I crept down the back hallway.

But now, she’s mine.

Trapped. And at my mercy.

The lighting in here is soft and flattering. A velvet chaise. White walls. Quiet.

And she’s standing in the center of it, frozen; barely into the dress she’s trying on as I hold her against the mirror.

She doesn’t scream. Doesn’t try to fight.

Good girl.

Her breath is unsteady and halting. Her big blue eyes are wide, her pulse throbbing in the hollow of her neck. Her lips are parted, like she doesn’t know whether to moan or tell me to go to hell.

“I don’t like being ignored, princess,” I murmur darkly into her ear. “I also don’t like being stood up. What happened to you the other night?”

She shakes her head, almost imperceptibly.

“Were you scared, princess?” My voice drops near her ear. “Or were you just hoping I’d chase you like I promised?”

I trail a fingertip down her side, teasing over her ribs beneath the dress. I feel her tremble under my touch, the lean muscles of her back coiling in the low light.

“I think I’ve already demonstrated how poor a hiding place your bedroom is.”

She flushes immediately—neck to cheeks. I catch it in the mirror and grin.

“You should lock your windows,” I murmur. “Or don’t. I like the invitation.”

Milena shivers, her body trembling deliciously against mine as I press myself harder to her.

“Did you have sweet dreams that night?” I purr. “When I visited you? When I felt your greedy little pussy throb around my fingers?”

She gasps softly against the mirror and shuts her eyes. My fingers slide up to her shoulder and the straps of the dress.

“Your little pussy made me so fucking hard, princess,” I growl into her neck. “And then I got even harder when I watched my cum splatter all over your skin.”

“You…” She shudders, her eyes still closed. “You’re sick.”

“Am I?” I grin, brushing my lips over her nape. “What does that make you?”

“A victim,” she chokes.

I chuckle quietly. “Hmm. Your pussy seems have a different opinion.”

I start to drag the straps down, slowly enough that she can feel every single movement.

Her eyes open again. When they meet mine in the mirror, there’s no more protest.

Only fire.

I ease the fabric off her shoulders, one strap at a time. The dress slips down easily, like the damn thing wants to fall off. And when it drops to her feet, Milena shivers, her muscles clenching tighter as I press against her.

My chest to her back. My throbbing dick nestled between the taut, tight globes of her ass, split by a little black thong.

My hand slides down to her hip, fingers trailing possessively over her skin as her breath starts to come faster.

“I feel I owe you an apology, princess.”

Her blue eyes snap to mine in the mirror, rippling with heat.

“It was rude of me, really.” I lean down, brushing my lips across her earlobe and bringing a whimper to her throat as my hand strokes her hip. “I didn’t even say goodbye after I covered you in my cum.”

She sucks in her breath. Her thighs press together.

My hand begins to slide around her hip, pushing over her stomach, feeling her tighten under my touch. My fingertips brush the front of her thong, teasing along the lace waistband before deftly slipping underneath.

Milena gasps quietly, her body tensing as it subtly presses back into me.

Such an eager little thing…

I slide my hand lower, feeling the warmth of her soft skin before my fingers slip into her molten, wet heat. Milena’s mouth opens, a silent moan catching in her throat as my fingers stroke through her velvety soft lips and up and down her slit, rolling over her swollen clit.

My back teeth grind, my cock bulging hard against her ass as I feel how fucking wet she is. How needy her cunt is for me.

“As I said, princess,” I growl quietly, “it would appear you and your pussy have conflicting opinions about me.”

“You can’t just—” She gasps sharply as I rub a finger slowly around her throbbing clit. “You can’t just…”

“Can’t just what, princess?” I murmur. “Walk in here, pin you to the mirror, and put my hands wherever I fucking want?”

“Y-yes,” she chokes.

“And yet…”

Her eyes bulge and her mouth drops into a soft “O” as I sink two fingers deep into her greedy little hole.

“Here we are,” I whisper in her ear. I start to ease my fingers in and out, feeling how wet she is as I stroke her g-spot.

“Would you like to know what I did to you while you slept?” I growl.

She nods, gasping, her eyes half-closed and her body melting against me.

“Use your words, princess.”

She whimpers.

“Yes,” she blurts.

“Yes, what.”

Her brow furrows, and I swear her pussy clenches a bit tighter around my fingers.

“Yes, I want to know what you did to me while I was sleeping.”

“Good girl.”

Her pussy melts when I say that.

“All right… First, I watched you while you slept.”

My fingers sink into her.

“And I got very fucking hard watching you squirm in your sleep, debating what I’d do to you. I thought maybe I’d use your mouth…”

She whimpers as I slide my other hand up and wrap my fingers around her throat.

“And I wondered how roughly I could fuck your pretty mouth before you’d wake. Wondered if I fucked it hard enough your fingers would find your needy little pussy even in sleep.”

Milena is panting and trembling as my fingers thrust roughly in and out of her, filling the room with wet, squelching sounds. My other hand slides from her throat to her jaw, cupping it before I run two fingers over her soft lips.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, princess…” I murmur. “You’d like it if I woke you up by using your pretty mouth as my personal fuck-hole.”

I don’t even need to push. Unbidden, her lips part. My cock pulses as I slip two fingers into her hot little mouth and feel her lips wrap around them.

“Suck, baby girl,” I murmur into her ear.

Her tongue sweeps over my fingers, and I groan as I grind my thick cock against her ass and plunge my fingers into her greedy little cunt.

“I pulled your tank top up and ran my hands all over your tits. Your little pink nipples turned me on even more, princess. They got so fucking hard when I twisted and pinched them.”

I slip my wet fingers from her mouth and drop my hand to her breasts to cup one of them. My spit-soaked fingers pinch a throbbing nipple through her bra, and I relish how sweetly she gasps. How the little nub pebbles under my rough touch. How her body comes alive for me.

My hand slides lower, fingers slipping under the bottom of her bra cups before I push them up, spilling her breasts free. Milena moans, shaking as I take one in my hand again, roughly pinching and twisting her ghostly pink nipple until she’s squirming and full-on humping my hand.

“What an eager, horny little princess I’ve found…”

Her only response is a choked moan. There’s a faraway look in her eyes, like she’s lost the power of speech as her pussy clenches, dripping all over my fingers.

“I took your shorts off next,” I rasp into her ear. “Then your panties.”

She whines when my fingers leave her pussy. But then I’m twisting my hand, grabbing her panties and yanking them down her thighs. My hand slides right back up to cup her messy little cunt, and when my fingers plunge back in, she gasps in pleasure.

“You were so fucking wet already,” I murmur, nipping her earlobe. “And your pretty, pink pussy was so fucking inviting, I just had to take out my cock.”

She lets out a low, whimpered moan, shamelessly humping my fingers as I squeeze and pinch and roll her nipples with my other hand. Her breath mists the mirror, her hands clawed against it as I rake my teeth down the nape of her neck.

“You came so sweetly for me, princess,” I growl. “Like such a good girl, making such a mess of my fingers. In fact, you did so well that I decided to reward you…”

Her body clenches, her pussy strangling my fingers as her breath catches sharply, muscles tightening.

“So I sprayed my cum all over your stomach, and your pussy, and your cute little pink nipples, until you were fucking covered in me.”

Her eyes bulge wide and then scrunch tightly shut as she lets out a cry. Her body spasms and clenches, her pussy squeezing and pulsing around my fingers as she comes apart for me. Her muscles jerk, her back arching violently as the orgasm slams through her.

Then she goes slack in my grip, my fingers inside her and my hand around her body cupping her breast the only things keeping her on her feet.

That’s okay.

She doesn’t need to stand anymore.

I slide my fingers out of her spasming pussy and ease her to her knees. She makes a cooing little whimper as I grab her high, blonde ponytail—fuck me, this ponytail—and twist her head around.

I swear to fuck, I get even harder when she turns on her own, like she knows what’s coming.

Fucking eager for it.

My belt jangles. My zipper yanks down before I pull my swollen, heavy cock free just as she turns to face me, and her eyes widen in shock. Her pink lips literally fall open as she stares at my throbbing dick.

I grin.

Thank you, genetics.

“Open wide, princess,” I groan, fisting my cock as I grip her ponytail and tug her head back. “Open that pretty little mouth so that I can fuck it.”

She looks so fucking beautiful on her knees like that, bra pulled up, tits out, panties tangled around her thighs.

Glazed, needy look in her eyes.

Then her mouth falls open.

I thrust in brutally, jamming my fat cock into the back of her throat. She chokes a little, but as I’m pulling back out, her lips wrap tight around me.

Her blue eyes clash with my green ones.

Her lips tighten around my swollen dick.

I think my little princess wants the challenge.

With a groan, that’s exactly what I give her. I don’t build up to it, don’t let her get used to my size. I’m not even sure I’d say I proceed to fuck her mouth.

More like use it.

Sloppy, wet gluck sounds fill the dressing room as I fuck my cock between her pouty soft lips. I groan, my spit-soaked dick sliding wetly in and out of her greedy throat like I own it.

I wrap that fucking ponytail around my fist, gliding my swollen head over her teasing tongue. Feel her pouty lips stretch tight around my girth. Feel her throat spasm and work at my dick as I ram deep.

Not once do her eyes stray from mine. They don’t blink, just stare defiantly and yet obediently into mine as she chokes and spits and slobbers on my cock.

I’m not going to last. Not with this mouth. Not with those eyes stabbing into mine. Not with that fucking ponytail.

“Remember, princess,” I groan, rolling my hips, my abs flexing as I fuck my fat cock deep. “Good girls swallow every last drop.”

She moans around my dick, nodding her head, her eyes fucking still on mine.

That’s what shatters whatever control I have left: those fucking eyes, never once looking away.

With a deep groan, I feel my muscles clench and my balls draw up tight. My cock pulses and swells, and suddenly, I’m exploding into her mouth.

Not coming. Not “releasing”. Not spilling.

Detonating.

I hiss, staring right into her eyes as my cock pulses and jumps, twitching in her mouth, blasting spurt after spurt of cum across her tongue and down her throat. Milena moans and whimpers, gulping and swallowing, still sucking my dick until I have to forcibly pull her away.

Her mouth slips off my swollen head with a wet pop. Our eyes are still locked, that same fiery, defiant need blazing in hers.

“Show me,” I murmur.

A blush blooms on her face. But slowly, still looking up at me, with my heavy, swollen cock bobbing in front of her face, Milena opens her mouth.

It’s filled with my pearly white cum.

Her lips close. She doesn’t blink as her throat works. Her little pink tongue darts out to lick her lips clean, and then slowly, she opens wide again.

Her mouth is empty.

“Good girl,” I groan.

I reach down and run my thumb over her chin, wiping the last traces of cum and spit from her flushed face.

She’s still on her knees, eyes hazy, lips parted, chest rising and falling.

And yet, she’s still looking at me like she wants more.

The good news is, she’s fucking going to get it.

I tuck my cock back into my pants, zip up, then lower myself to my haunches as I cup her cheek.

“I assume,” I murmur, my eyes locked on hers, “that last time, when you didn’t show up, it was because you were annoyed with me for not letting you come.”

Her breath catches.

“That’s no longer an issue, is it.”

She shakes her head, looking dazed.

“Good.”

I lean down and press my mouth to her ear.

“Tomorrow night. Greymoor. Eleven sharp.”

She shudders.

“Don’t be late, princess. And do not stand me up again.”

I straighten up and take one last look at her—panties still around her thighs, bra pushed up, dress on the floor, lips swollen.

Then I turn and walk out without saying goodbye.