But I refuse to let that cloud my judgment. Riding alongside pleasure is disgust. Disgust at myself—my body—for feeling anything else. And disgust that he is taking something that I didn’t willingly give. “Fuck,”’ he growls against me, the vibrations forcing me to suck in a deep breath. The sound of his deep tenor sends a burst of butterflies into my stomach. “You're so fucking creamy,” he rasps. I squeeze my eyes shut, hating how I feel my pussy throb from his words and the attention he’s giving me. More so, I hate that he’s right. I can smell my own arousal, feel the juices sliding down my asscheeks. I shake. I shake because I don’t know what else to fucking do right now. Now more than ever, I hate myself, and the reaction my body has to adrenaline and terror. He licks the entirety of my slit, his tongue moving leisurely all the way up to the bundle of nerves before he sucks my clit between his teeth and clamps down. Just like he said he would. I scream with both fright and bliss. His bite is hard enough to send a wave of pain scattering across my clit, but not hard enough to truly hurt me. He pulls his head away slowly, my clit dragging between his teeth until it slips free, a burning sensation radiating from the bud. I try to wriggle away, but all it does is cause him to slide his hands behind my knees and forcefully push them back to my ears. I squeeze my eyes shut again, another traitorous tear slipping free as I thrash against my bonds, desperate to slip free. In this position, I’m far more exposed and vulnerable to him. But just as it always does, the thrill of danger sends an uncomfortable feeling straight to my core. He has my body curled so far inward, my ass is no longer on the bed. As if I wasn’t already ashamed enough, I feel my arousal sliding down my stomach. He growls, noting the desire flooding from my entrance. I can feel his body tightening with need, power rippling through his body. He doesn’t waste any more time bringing his mouth back to my pussy and sucking my clit back into his mouth. I jerk, the pleasure renewed as he tugs and sucks at the bud. He doesn’t lick me again, refusing to use his tongue against me—only his teeth. Every time I move, he clamps harder. So I force myself to stiffen, but the pressure doesn’t lessen. If anything, it only heightens until sharp pain is sluicing from my clit.