Craved by the Wrong Volkov-Chapter 336: Slow torture 3

Braelyn’s POV

The first thrust forced the air out of my lungs. The familiar feeling of fullness filled me and I clamped hard back on him

"Lucien...." I moaned half-arching and crying. With my eyes closed I felt every inch he slowly pushed in ..

He hissed.."You wrap around me so well Viper.." He breathed heavily pushing further despite knowing I can’t take him completely. "You sweet pussy in my favourite place."

Damn it was bittersweet

The stretch started slow and deliberate almost reverent in how carefully Lucien pushed forward. He wanted me to mentally remember how he feels..

He was thicker than I remembered, and my body resisted at first, my walls fluttered and clenched around him like they weren’t sure whether to welcome or fight him.

I sucked in a sharp breath, my eyes stinging behind the blindfold as the burn bloomed low in my belly, equal parts ache and impossible fullness. He sank another inch, then paused, letting me adjust, letting me feel every ridge, every vein dragging against my sensitive inner walls.

I whimpered, my hips twitching uselessly against the chains. "Lucien... It’s too much." This was different from our intense sessions and had another dangerous flavour

"Not yet," he murmured in a low steady voice. He was calm, too calm despite his voice breaking from the bittersweet pain. "You can take more. Breathe for me, Viper." Liar..with how deep he was pushing I prayed my walls wouldn’t collapse.

Then he pulled out with the same languid movement to the tip. I had a moment to catch my breath before he rocked forward again with a shallow thrust that gave me just enough to beg for him to go faster but never having it.

He was torturing me with slow thrust...I never imagined one could torture this wall. My tummy fluttered and a bittersweet feeling filled me.

Each slide in felt like sweet torture, stretching me wider, filling spaces I didn’t know were empty until he claimed them. I couldn’t see his face and could only feel. The wave went to all chained limbs. My toes curled and I clutched the sheets each time praying the next thrust would be faster but it wasn’t

My thighs trembled, spread wider with it thrust completely helpless. Every tiny shift of my body made the chains rattle softly and dig in my skin giving sharp jolts that made me tremble.

The blindfold turned the world into pure sensation: the slick heat where we joined, the faint sticky trails of champagne drying on my skin, the rough pad of his thumb brushing slow circles over my hip bone. The periodic clapping sounds of our skin mixed with the lewd sounds we made filled the room.

I tried to rock up to meet him, desperate for more friction but his hands clamped down on my waist, holding me exactly where he wanted me. He slowed even further with those maddening long, languid drags that made me feel every inch he allowed me to take, every retreat that left me aching and empty before he filled me again.

"Please," I gasped, my voice cracking. "Harder... faster... anything." The tears soaked the blindfolds

I could hear it in the soft exhale against my throat. "No. You feel every second of this. Just like I felt every second you were gone." he replied with a taunting tone that made my stomach clench.

His control never wavered. He was dead calm different from the Lucien who loses thrusting in me like no tomorrow.

I felt his gaze on me, burning into my skin as he watched me unravel beneath him while he stayed perfectly composed, thrusting with maddening patience, drawing out every moan, every broken plea.

My release had grown steadily and I was close but he was dragging out deliberately like he wanted us to come together..

My folds gripped him so tightly it almost hurt, like I was too small, too unused to his size after everything that had happened between us. Sweat beaded on my skin, mixing with the drying champagne, and I could feel the tremor in his arms, the way his breathing had grown just a fraction rougher. He was holding back, holding on for me.

"Why..." I managed between gasps, my voice was hoarse and pleading. "Why are you dragging this out? It’s torture for you too."

He leaned down until his lips brushed my ear, his voice was raspy in a way that made my stomach flutter. "It’s nothing compared to the night I thought you were dead." he snickered. Then he gave one hard, deep thrust, finally burying himself as far as my body would let him go. I loved that thrust so much I prayed desperately the next to be as hard...but he wanted this slow

The sudden fullness slammed the air from my lungs. My back arched off the bed, chains clanking, a scream tearing from my throat as the slow-building heat in my core exploded without warning.

I shattered.

Waves of pleasure crashed through me as my walls clamped down on him so hard he groaned, a low, broken sound that vibrated through both of us.

He throbbed impossibly inside me, then pulsed with a final deep thrust spilling into me as he came with me. Our releases tangled together, he filled me with his warm seeds completely the excess spilt to the sheets. We were both gasping. I had never felt sex that way before

"Lucien..." I called out gasping...basking in the moment.

He didn’t pull out right away. I could still feel him. He stayed buried inside me, hips flush against mine, letting the aftershocks ripple through us both. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

His chest rose and fell against my back, warm and solid, while my body still fluttered weakly around him. Only when my breathing started to even did he finally ease out carefully sliding out, I whimpered at the loss. The cold air hit my core..

The clicks followed.

His fingers worked quickly unlocking the cuffs at my wrists and then my ankles, rubbing the faint red marks left behind with careful thumbs. "Sorry...you did well.." he kissed my bruised ankles and wrists. My entire body buzzed I barely felt the pain.

The blindfold came last. He untied it with surprising tenderness, peeling the damp fabric away so soft lamplight flooded my vision. The room was red..I gasped realising it wasn’t his bedroom but a special red room