Body Tox (The Bodies duet #1)

Chapter 19

I jerked to a halt.

I knew about this fucking shit, but never in my life did I think it was a good idea.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I shrieked, my vocal pitch rising to a pathetic squeak.

She wasn’t moving yet. Just stayed right on the rough patch of skin inside me.

“You want to rethink that statement of being bad at torture?”

I blinked, the foreign feeling of a finger forcing me to stay completely still. I didn’t want to mouth off, and there was no telling what the fuck this woman would do to me. I kept silent. Her unpredictable nature was enough to make me fucking shake.

“Awe, Pretty Boy, I haven’t even gotten to the best part. Sit tight, baby.”

I started to speak, but then her hands started to move. The finger lodged in my asshole was slow and steady, and her hand wrapped around my cock was fast and precise. The combination of her mouth was an overwhelming sensation heating me from the inside out.

“Fuck!” My voice was not even something I recognized.

This evil beauty had me breathing like I had run a marathon.

“You sound so pretty,” she praised, moving faster and making my head spin.

I could feel my orgasm rising to a peak. My balls tightened, and my head swelled under her dangerous mouth.

“Oh fuck, Little Wraith.”

Just as soon as I felt that heat ready to spill free, my muscles bunching together in tight cords, she stopped and completely ripped free from me. She hopped off the slab and sauntered away with her evil maniacal laughter echoing off the dusty ass room behind her. I still hadn’t caught my goddamn breath when her voice drifted through the haze of anger.

“True torture isn’t about pain, baby cakes,” she sang, her beautiful voice lilted with her own arousal.

This was hurting her, too. She wanted to feel me explode in her mouth.

“It’s about making you go insane, begging for…release.”

I glanced down at my blue-balled…situation. My dick was throbbing, bouncing so hard I felt like a small puff of air could make me come. But that wasn’t going to happen. Nothing was. There was fucking nothing in this goddamn space. There was only darkness and the smell of stuffy mothballs.

Echo walked up and plucked the needle from my neck. That annoying ass stinging finally dissipated.

“Ready to try again?”

God help me. I wanted her mouth to be open again, even knowing she was going to deny me an orgasm. When she put her mouth back on me, I felt that sensation instantly, my body tightening and ready to be pathetically empty within seconds.

Her lips made a popping sound as she pulled away her glorious mouth. That feeling left me with her warmth, and a dull ache replaced it.

“Please. Fucking stop.” A whimper escaped from my lips.

“My my, what a compliment, big boy. I guess you do beg, after all.”

This fucking woman was insufferable. I gritted my teeth, plastering on a fake smile.

“Don’t kid yourself,” I said. “A homeless person living under a bridge could do a better job. It’s just been a while.”

The flash of hurt was there and gone from her face.

My plan worked.

She gripped my cock again and went down on me like she was taking my soul with her. Never had I felt such talented hands and lips on me. She twisted her hands, sliding my skin back-and-forth, using that dangerous metal on her tongue to tease the underside of my head.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned.

Preparing for the pain I knew was about to happen, I braced. It was going to leave me breathless, and I tried to pretend like I wasn’t affected.

“I’m not that easy, baby.” My words were a warbled groan.

The need in my voice was pathetic, and I didn’t fool her. Sure enough, just as I got to the edge, she went to pull away.

I bent my wrists down. The weight of my chains felt like I was being pulled apart, but I didn’t let go. I gripped that gorgeous white hair, tangling the strands in my fingers, and pushed down harder.

Echo gasped and choked on me. Her body was fighting to get air. She used her little talons to claw into my chest, the harsh, jagged lines bubbling with blood droplets.

The feeling was heady.

“Oh my fucking god. That’s right, you torturous slut. Take this cock. Let me hear you choke on my come. Fucking swallow every drop. That’s right. Good girl.”

I came so hard I saw stars. Echo’s enraged pale face took every drop until I was spent. When I finally finished, I let her hair go, my hands flew back above my head, and the weight lifted off my wrists.

The action chafed them, but I didn’t care. Echo was coughing, sputtering on her saliva and my come. The mixture was dripping from her nose and mouth—she was a truly beautiful mess.

My mess.

“You are a fucking bastard,” she spat between coughs and sputters, and there was a bit of gagging, too. Tears were running down her cheeks, taking any makeup she had on her face with it. Fuck, she looked better without all that shit.

“I will…”

Cough.

“Get you…”

“Uuugh…for this!” She was still trying to catch her breath and holding her throat from where my cock had lodged deep, creating that delicious bulge.

“I look forward to it, Little Wraith.” I was still on cloud nine when she walked over to me and used some old rusted piece of shit tool on my hand.

The crunching in my hand hurt like hell, but not as much as when she crashed the metal down onto my head. I didn’t care because my body was humming with pleasure, and she couldn’t steal it away from me. I gazed into her tear-filled eyes. They were beautiful.

I was still smiling when the darkness started to take over.

“You should cry more often. I want to lick your tears from your cheeks,” I said just before the darkness of my subconscious claimed me.