That was okay. Raven hooked a leg around his waist and ground up at his huge cock with fantastic results. He pulled back, snarling, and she darted her head forward and bit him on the chest. Kane gasped and Raven bit harder, writhing against him from below as she sought blood above.

“Oh you bitch,” he groaned. One of his hands cupped her head, pressing her even harder against his chest.

“Fuck me,” she said. “Put it right in me. Come on, Kane.”

“No!” Kane sat up, yanking her with him and fought to turn her on his lap, to keep her hands together in his grip and her pussy away from his cock. When the battle ended, he was flat on his back with her laying atop him, spoon-style.

He was panting, moving her like the world’s lumpiest mattress in an earthquake, and she couldn’t quit giggling. His cock jutted between her thighs, but he held her pinned just a little too high up on his body to get to it. She kept trying, though, rolling her ass in short, lazy circles against his stomach, her jaws snapping at empty air.

“Raven,” he said tightly. “Eventually, you’re going to sober up and wish like fuck you hadn’t done this.”

She brought her legs together, trapping him between her thighs, and squeezed him. It put a little pressure on her own pussy—not much, but not bad, either—and Raven purred and ground her hips. Kane thrust, bumping her steadily as he fucked her thighs, and Raven twisted around as far as she could and bit Kane on the jaw.

He whipped forward and bit her back, his teeth grazing her cheek. He moved one of her hands down, stubbornly past her aching pussy to his cock. She gripped and was instantly dizzied by the sheer power of it burning in her hand. She stroked excitedly, craning her neck to keep biting whenever he presented her with a target. His breath grew ragged, and she struggled to sit up futilely.

“Let me go,” she pleaded. “Let me go, I’ll be good!”

“Ha!”

Raven cried out with frustration, her hand working him faster. “Let me go! Please! I want to blow you! Come on!”

He pushed a finger in her mouth and she arched up greedily, sucking with abandon precisely three seconds before biting.

He hissed and pulled his finger free, and she instantly renewed her pleas to be let up. Kane growled, and then he shoved his hips hard forward, pushing her into the air. His cum rained down over her belly and thighs and Raven wailed and caught what she could to taste.

“God, you’re mean!” she said bitterly, sucking semen from her fingers.

He laughed at her, shaking her as she lay atop him. “Poor Raven,” he crooned. “Didn’t mean old Kane let you bite his cock off?”

“I wouldn’t bite,” she said, hurt. And then she leaned over and bit him.

He groaned, pushing luxuriantly into her jaws, and she stole the opportunity of his distraction to rub furiously at her pussy. Not quick enough. She went flying and ended up facedown with both her hands pinned at the small of her back.

“Shu-ra,” he muttered, and reached over the edge of the bed for one of his boots. He started pulling the lacing out.

“Can I blow you now?”

“No.”

“Oh come on, please?”

“No.”

“You’re such a bastard.”

Kane rolled her onto her back and tied her wrists together, then to the headboard of the bed. She bit him several times as he leaned over her and his muscles jumped every time. By the time he had her bound, he was hard again.

“Fuck me!” she commanded, spreading her legs wide.

He put his face very close to hers. “No,” he said quietly, and then nipped her lower lip and got down from the bed. He picked up the bedsheet and rat-tailed it, then pulled it through the footboard in a loop and tied her kicking ankles so she couldn’t get her thighs together.

“You’re a jerk,” she pouted.

He sat down beside her, panting a little, and tickled at her chin with his claw. She twisted away in a huff, then turned back and snapped for him. He let her get her teeth into his forearm, smiling as he hissed in breath.

She eyed his erection hungrily, licking her lips. “Kane,” she began.

“No.”

“God, I hate you!”

“I’m crushed.” He leaned over her, offering himself, and she surged and bit, pulling a rumbling groan from the very heart of him. He lowered himself, curling around her and over her, keeping his chest and shoulders within easy reach of her mouth.

She closed her eyes, losing herself to the pleasure of his flesh’s resistance, to the heat and solidity of him, and the occasional metallic tang of his blood. She was aware, very vaguely, of his leg slipping over hers and his hand between their bodies, stroking himself. She couldn’t really complain; it felt so good to bite and there was so much of him that needed biting. His breath in her ear became shallow and harsh, and soon he was growling louder and louder, his hips grinding against her.

Then, all at once, he stopped. He went away and when he came back, he stayed away from her mouth, wiping at her lower body with a warm, wet towel and ignoring her pleas to come back and fuck her.

After that, he returned to his computer and put his back to her. She tried cajoling, begging and even threatening, but he didn’t turn around. He laughed once or twice, but otherwise ignored her.

Raven gradually lost interest in him and became more fascinated by the ceiling. It spun around above her, taking on different colors at its center if she stared long enough. Raven quieted, gazing up until she was lost to everything else but that.

She felt good.

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Chapter Eleven

Even before Raven woke up, she hurt.

Her pussy, her arms, her breasts…everything was agony. Her jaw hurt the worst; it felt like she’d blown a horse and then taken a hoof to the head for her trouble. The tendons of her jaw were so sore, she couldn’t even close her mouth fully. What had he done to her?

Raven tried to sit up and realized she was tied spread-eagled to the bed. Baffled, she tugged at the shoelaces binding her wrists, but they might as well have been handcuffs. Why in the hell had he done that? Had she tried to run? She couldn’t really remember. She could remember getting pierced and tattooed. She could even remember having to drive home afterwards, and she could sort of remember falling asleep on the floor and waking up there the next day, but everything else was blank.

Her arms were killing her. Raven pulled, trying to at least straighten out even if she couldn’t sit up all the way, and her entire pelvis went magenta as soon as her hips moved. A cry ripped out of her and Kane, working at his computer, half-turned and gave her a distracted once-over.

“Please,” she gasped, rolling her shoulders in a vain effort to stretch her arms. “Please, let me up.”

Kane pushed his chair back and stood up. He came to the bedside, his head cocked and his eyes moving intently over her. Finally, he began to untie her. As he bent to pick at the knots in the shoelaces, Raven saw red crescents all over his shoulders and chest. She’d bitten him. Hard enough to penetrate even his thick skin in places.

Served him right. She had to have given him the champion of all blowjobs to hurt her jaw this much, and then he must have fucked her in spite of her new piercings. She’d fought him like a mad bastard, clearly, but he didn’t appear to be holding a grudge. Asshole.

Kane slipped an arm behind her and helped her to sit up. The pain swallowed her the instant her pelvis took her weight. When her vision cleared, Kane was holding out the lotion he’d made her. It wasn’t a pain-reliever, but it took the heat out of the ache and that was something. Raven could see Kane’s face out of the corner of her eye as she worked the lotion into her swollen pussy. He was smiling. Bastard.