I dip my finger into her channel. She gasps, grabbing my shoulders so she can writhe her lower body.
With a chuckle, I remove my finger to spread the wet trail of her arousal around her belly button. She grunts in frustration.
“I can stay here all night, playing with your soaked cunt. Bringing you over the edge where you belong.”
Something fiery hits her eyes, like she’s on the verge of defiance, but I dip downward again.
This time, two thick fingers slip into her tight channel. I curve them exactly the way she likes, stroking her tender front walls.
“Oh, yes.” Her head tilts back and her arms drop, her body is lax. Nearly her entire weight is kept up by my palm and thrusting fingers alone.
When I pull back out, she’s so discombobulated by the loss of support, Sabrina wobbles.
This time, when she reaches out to me, she claws at my shirt. Her words are interspersed with heavy pants.
“Dex, please. I’ll lie down. I’ll?—”
“Turn around and get on your knees.” My interruption comes out as a growl.
Her jaw slackens and her eyelids lower. I can almost see the tension leave her shoulders when she finally relents to my demands. Sabrina turns around and gets on her knees.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
“But—”
Before she can object, I place a pillow in front of her. It’s a wordless demand to lay her head on it instead of supporting her upper body with her arms. Her head goes down, hair spilling over the pillow and lower body canted higher like an offering. She wiggles her ass as if to get comfortable, and I give it a little spank.
“Again,” she whines and wiggles her butt till I smack the other cheek a little rougher, leaving a red mark.
“Why does that feel so good?” she asks.
“I said keep your hands behind your back, Sabrina,” I state instead of answering the question. Her hands are having a hard time staying locked at the wrist.
I have a solution ready.
Gripping both wrists in one hand, I use the other to grab the lights. With one, two, three turns around her wrists, the strands serve as erotic handcuffs. This way, I’m free to grab her hips and pull her to me. The lights cast shadow and glimmer over her perfectly canted ass.
“You should see what I see, Baby Brie. The lights glowing around your lower back makes your wet pussy glisten. I’m gonna fuck you now.”
My voice is curt and calm, yet every nerve is buzzing and blood is boiling inside me. I push my sweatpants down, finally releasing my arousal, plum red at the tip where pre-cum forms.
I mean to be gentler. Slower. But as soon as I crest her entrance, Sabrina falls back into me, sheathing me with her tight, wet grip.
Goddamn, it’s too good. I hold her to me and she wiggles, wanting more movement and friction. I give her what she needs in hard, relentless thrusts that bounce her off my hips.
She mumbles “yes yes yes” and “please, Dex” into the pillow, and her walls start clamping around me.
Although it nearly kills me, I stop moving.
“Dex! Dex please!” she screams in frustration. She tries to fuck back into me, but I grip her hips.
“Could have taken my cock while you’re on your back on this soft blanket. But you just had to be difficult, didn’t you, Baby Brie?”
“Next time, I’ll lie down,” she says in a timid, repentant tone.
It’s another part of the game we discovered we both like. That when she finally submits, her penitence is complete.
“I’ll be so good next time, Dexter. I promise. I’ll lie down just the way you want me to.”
