Music: 'Dirty Mind' by Boy Epic

Chapter 122 –Anything Your Heart Desires – Raine's POV

"Marku, wait a minute! Toys weren't a part of our agreement. Touching, yes...toys, no mention anywhere in there."

His pupils were fully dilated and his eyes smoldered. He stroked the side of my face with his fingers. His voice was thick with lust and desire. "That's the first time you've said my name."His cock twitched against his belly, the full head glistening with his arousal.  Hunger radiated in his eyes.A feral purr. "I want to hear you scream it."

He wasn't going to change his mind.

I tried to keep the panic out of my tone, but my voice quivered slightly. "What are you going to do to me?"

He ran his knuckles softly over the curve of my breast, down to my belly. "Shh," he cooed. "I know what you want. What your body craves." He reached behind me again and this time came back with a silky soft scarf. Oh shit, he was going to blindfold me too! I trembled hard. There was no use in objecting. I was in no position to argue. He wrapped it gently around my eyes, taking away my sight, whispering, "You want me to take control. And when I strip away every last one of your defenses, you will be left with nothing...but pleasure. Pure, blissful pleasure."

A whine escaped my throat. Every cell in my body was heightened by my positioning, my hands tied behind me, and my loss of sight.

He stopped touching me and was silent.

I was super aware, but there was nothing. No touch, no sight, no sound. Just silence. I quivered harder.

Waiting.

For his touch.

Waiting for his voice.

Wondering.

Vulnerable. To his every desire, his every whim.

After another long moment, the loss of stimulation to my senses was messing with my head. He was near, but I felt alone, unconnected. I whispered, "Marku?"

His voice was hypnotic, soothing, "What do you want, love?"

I didn't know exactly. Three of my senses were gone. I felt foreign and unattached from my own skin. A small whimper released from my lips, "Please."

"So easily submissive," he murmured in approval. "But can you be obedient? I am going to undo your wrists restraints. I want you to bring your hands to your front and present them to me, where I will bind them together again. Can you do that?"

He was going to free me? But he wanted me to let him tie me back up again. I bit my lip. If I said no, he wouldn't undo the restraints. That left me with just one answer, but I sure as hell wasn't going to do what he asked. I whispered, "Yes."

Anticipation coiled through me. I felt him reach around my back and heard a soft click. The handcuffs fell away from my wrists. Instantly, I reached for the blindfold to jerk it off my head. But he was too fast. He grabbed both of my wrists. I fought against him, twisting and turning, trying to wriggle free.

Abruptly, he tossed me off of his lap. "Oh!" I squealed in surprise, landing on my back, with the soft cushion beneath me. I went to grab for the blindfold again. This time, the full weight of his body came crashing down on me. He wrestled my hands above my head, forcing my legs apart with his knee, and pinned me with his hips. I stopped fighting him. My chest heaved as I panted hard.

"Such a naughty, naughty girl," he growled his disapproval. The wrist restraints locked around my hands again. This time, he leaned slightly over my head and I heard another soft click. He let my hands go, and lifted off of me, repositioning his body so that he was sitting on his knees between my legs.

I yanked, trying to pull my hands down to my belly, but quickly realized the second click meant he had locked the handcuffs to the couch! The fuck kind of couch was this? I was flat on my back, my arms cuffed over my head, blindfolded, with my legs spread wide open for him. Shit.

"Marku, just wait a minute...Let's talk about this," I began warily.

"No, the time for talking is over." He wrapped his entire large hand between my legs, cupping my sex. One of his fingers began to stroke the tight hole in my ass. "I told you what would happen if you weren't a good girl."

"No, no, no!" I panicked and squirmed, trying to move my ass away from his hand. But his grip was too tight.

He pressed a finger into my pussy to coat it with my liquid and then out again, switching that finger to my ass. His touch became more firm, more slick, as he stroked it around my rim, and commanded, "Sit still!"

I froze, my chest heaving, adrenaline coursing through me.

And my arousal...

It flared bright and strong.

I couldn't help it. As much as I was telling him to stop, my body liked what he was doing, the intimate pressure of his finger. I tried to close my legs, to hide my response. But I couldn't hide from him.

He pressed one of his knees on my thigh to keep them apart, and inhaled sharply through his nose, taking my scent in. A low growl of lust came from his chest, "You want my fingers in your ass, don't you?"

I clamped my mouth shut and refused to respond.

"Okay, I can see you're not going to be easy to punish. I have a feeling you would enjoy all of my usual punishments. I'm going to have to get creative."

Oh fuck.

"So, let's see how you do with the absence of stimulation. I'm going to leave you alone for a bit. But before I go, I am going to make sure that you are thinking about me."

What the hell did he mean by that?!

Where was he going? To get a sandwich?!

"Oh!" I yelped, my thoughts rudely interrupted, when I felt him press something into my ass. Whatever it was, was fully lubricated and slid in with no pain. The erotic sensation of being filled rocked through my body, leaving my legs tingling. I panted."What are you doing?!"

He chuckled deep and dark, "Yep, that's exactly what I thought, you liked that. So, I am just going to switch it on and give you some time to think about your behavior."

Switch it on??

"What?!" my voice rose.

And then I fully understood because the toy in my ass began to vibrate. There wasn't near enough stimulation to get me off, but a feeling of profound pleasure wound through my entire body, down to my toes. I let out a low moan.

Abruptly, I felt the couch shift as he lifted off of it.

"Marku, no, no, no...you can't leave me like this!" I cried.

Another dark chuckle. "Not exactly like this." Abruptly another restraint was wrapped around my ankle and pulled tight, forcing my knee to stay bent and my leg open.

"Marku!" I hissed frantically. He grabbed my other leg. I kicked to break his hold. He reached between my legs and suddenly, the vibrator in my ass buzzed higher. I stopped fighting and groaned loudly, "Son of a bitch!"

"That's better," he murmured as I let him wrap the restraint against my other ankle and secure it to the damned couch. Now, both of my knees were bent and I couldn't close my legs.

"Enjoy, love. I'll be back," he purred, amusement obvious in his tone.

And then there was silence.

I held my breath, and uselessly pulled against my restraints. The toy continued to vibrate in my ass, and the wind shifted, causing a strong breeze to course against the insides of my thighs and pussy. I gasped, "Oh!"

I had no idea how long he was gone, but it was excruciating. He was right. I didn't like being alone. No sight, no sound, no movement, except for the damn toy vibrating in my ass, causing wave after wave of tingles through my legs. Anything was better than this sensory void. My entire body began to tremble, super aware again, painfully disconnected from my mind. I whimpered, "Marku..."

No response.

I tried again, "Marku, please..."

Still nothing.

My chest heaved, trying to control my ever-accelerated breathing. I began to beg, "Please, please...I promise to behave."

Those must have been the words he was waiting for, because I abruptly felt his hand run down my side. The breath whooshed from my lungs. How long had he been standing there? The couch dipped and I felt him sit between my legs. He whispered in approval, "That's better. Are you ready now?"

"Yes, yes, yes," I whimpered.

"Would you like to play with the toys?"

"Yes." Another whimper.

"Good girl," he cooed. His fingers found their way to my core. "So wet."

Marku spent the next twenty minutes torturing me with toys, but never long or hard enough for me to come. The pleasure was unbearable. I squirmed and sweat and trembled uncontrollably.

He must have been convinced of my obedience because he released my restraints. My hands were still cuffed together, but no longer was I bound to the couch and my legs were free. He pulled me onto his lap once more. I straddled his thighs and draped my arms over his shoulders in an effort to support my quivering body.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I dropped my head to his shoulder, my lips pressed against the flesh of his neck as I shamelessly begged, whimpering, "Please, please, please...I want to come."

He whispered low and deep, "Say yes. Let me fill you with my cock and I promise you, you will come more times than you can count. I'll give you anything your heart desires."

But that was the one thing I just couldn't do. I whimpered and panted in frustration. I needed this evening to stop or I was going to go insane. He wasn't going to let me come. That much was obvious, which meant I needed to get him to come. Maybe if he came, he would relent and I could go to bed, ridiculously horny, but bed nonetheless. My pussy was swollen and throbbing with need. I wondered if there was a term for the female equivalent of blue balls. If there was, I definitely had it.

But how was I going to force his orgasm? I wasn't going to give him a hand job, and I sure as hell wasn't going to suck him off.  And Marku had ridiculous stamina. He could probably go on like this for hours. I bit back a grunt of frustration.

Oh, wait a minute, there was one way!

Just thinking about it made my fangs elongate and my mouth water.

I gave him no warning, instead I let out a high-pitched whine of anticipation and sank my fangs deep into his neck. Marku's entire body jolted and his arms locked around me in a vice grip. His powerful jaws clamped down on the exposed flesh of my neck. He wasn't careful or gentle. Searing pain shot through the site where he had latched on, but I ignored it.

I sucked in a hard pull, vicious and violent, groaning deeply as the exquisite taste of him splashed over my tongue and down my throat. It had been too long since I satisfied my thirst. I used my gift to its fullest extent, holding back nothing, forcing arousal into his body, pushing it like a drug through his system.

A stream of growls reverberated from his chest, a symphony of his desire vibrating against my throat. His jaws closed even tighter. Tension ran through his large frame as he tried to hold back.

I sucked harder, greedily, driving him to submit to me. His growls grew louder, shaking my entire body. I lifted, using my thighs, and pushed forward, harshly rubbing my breasts against him. He held me tighter trying to restrict my movement, but he was too close to the edge. His control was weakening. He couldn't contain me.

I slammed my clit against the side of his stiff member, slick with our combined arousal, and pushed hard with my legs, sliding up and down his shaft. The friction turned my brain fuzzy. I let out muted screams, my fangs still buried in his neck, sucking his blood out and pushing arousal in.

I could tell the instant he gave in.

Instead of fighting me, he rolled his hips, matching my thrusts. His biceps bulged. He gripped my hips and his powerful arms took control of our movement, gliding me up and down his body.  The friction of my clit sliding along the edge of his cock was exquisite.  Excitement and anticipation rocked through me.

One, two hard strokes.

And then I was there!

My orgasm crashed through my hips, lighting my core on fire, pulsing through my entire body, curling my toes. I collapsed against his chest. My breathing was harsh. I gasped for air.  He released my neck, threw his head back and cursed loudly, "Fuuuck!" Hot liquid spurted between our skin, splashing against my belly, as he came. He clutched me to him tightly, his chest still heaving, his words coming out in a huff, "Fucking hell."

When we were both finally quiet and still, he pulled the scarf away from my eyes and mumbled into my hair, "I didn't think it was possible to want you more than I already did. I was wrong."

I leaned back, my eyes wide, again unsure what to say to him.

"Spend the night with me." His words were soft and persuasive.

I shook my head and whispered, "I can't."

"I don't mean in my bed. Spend the night with me here, under the stars. I just want to hold you." He looked uncomfortable and added sheepishly, "I can't believe I just said that. I sound like the biggest pussy."

His levity broke the intensity of the moment. I reminded him, "I cannot exactly wake up in the daylight."

"I know. I will wake you before the sun rises. Just stay with me. It will only be for a few hours."

"Okay," I murmured.

He pulled out his phone and sent a text. While we waited, he released my wrists and used the scarf to wipe away his release from our bodies. A few moments later, several staff members arrived with a blanket and pillows, which they situated on the couch that was large enough to qualify as a bed. They also brought out a warm wet washcloth, which Marku used to further clean our bellies. When they left, he repositioned me so that I laid flat, head on the pillows, tucked under the blanket, and pulled me tight against his body.

I stared up at the stars. They really were beautiful. I was exhausted and soon fell soundly asleep.

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Hold tight, Peaches. The next chapter will be in Marku's  perspective! And things are going to get hella crazy once again. Lol.

PS...a HUGE Happy Birthday to Valkyriecain1998!  Much love, petal!!