Still shaking her head, her feet shuffle apart, and my gaze dips between her thighs.
“Do you like it when I call your vagina a cunt?” I ask, eyes fixed on her thighs and the heaven I’ve discovered exists between them.
The muscles in her thighs twitch as she clenches them.
“Is your cunt sore, Doll?” I ask gruffly.
“No,” she whispers.
“I fucked you without a condom. I’ve never done that before. But I enjoyed filling you with my ejaculate.”
“Cum,” she whimpers.
“Cum,” I repeat. “I enjoyed fucking my cum into you.”
Two more drops of liquid hit the wood, and I slowly lift my gaze from her cunt up to her face.
“Is that my cum dripping out of you?” I ask.
“I think so. I’ve…I’ve never done it without a condom before either,” she admits, inching her feet closer together again.
“No,” I say. “Keep them spread. I want to watch.”
“You want to watch your cum drip out of me?” she chokes out.
“More than anything,” I admit.
“I don’t…that’s…I’ve never…” she starts, then fails to form a sentence, but I don’t care. She likes it when I say the dirty words she’s asked me to use.
“I enjoyed fucking your cunt, Doll. Pushing my cock into your pussy and filling you with my cum was the best sexual experience I’ve ever had. My second best experience is this…watching me drip out of you, knowing that your pussy is clenching so tight that your body is squeezing my cum out turns me on.”
More wetness hits the floor, and my dick twitches excitedly.
“Push my cum out of you. Let me watch,” I growl.
Her eyes go wide, but as I dip my gaze, I see her stomach muscles clench a moment before a trail of white, creamy cum drips from between her legs, clinging to her pussy for a long second until it lands on the floor with a silent splash.
“Again,” I order.
Her stomach tightens again, and a second creamy splatter hits the floor.
“Oh my god,” she gasps, then she turns and darts into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
Mesmerized, my eyes drop to the splatters of wetness on the floor. Stepping forward, I bend down and run my finger through the mess, wishing I’d recorded the whole thing so I could watch it again. The entire house is rigged with security cameras, but I was distracted with what Octavia needed and forgot to activate them when I reset the alarms before I brought her up to our room.
Later, I’ll set all the cameras in here to continually record, but I’ll reroute the data to be sent to a remote server, just for me.
Waiting outside the door, I contemplate entering the bathroom, but decide to give her some privacy. I’m half expecting her to be wrapped in a towel, but when she opens the door and tentatively steps into the bedroom, she’s still naked.
Her eyes drop to the wet patch on the floor, and her cheeks bloom red. “I’ll get a cloth,” she starts.
“Get into bed, Doll. I’ll clean this up,” I tell her, stepping around her and into the bathroom.
Cleaning myself up, I grab a washcloth and walk back into the bedroom, reluctantly wiping the cum from the floor before dropping the cloth into the hamper, and striding back to the bed where Octavia is sitting and watching me.
“Get under the covers, Doll,” I tell her.
“I should go,” she says quietly.
