“Did you let him fill your pussy with cum?”
She shakes her head, pulling her fingers from her mouth. “He won’t do that, sir.”
“But you want him to, don’t you?” Jesus Christ, why am I playing into this part of the game?
Amber nods. “I want him to, so badly. I want to feel him running out of me.”
“Such filthy thoughts, Miss Pope.” I pick up the vibrator, pressing the small button near the base until it starts to buzz softly in my hand. “I’m going to have to punish you for them.”
“Of course, sir.”
Her submission makes my dick even harder. She’s too damn perfect. Her breathing picks up as I move behind her, taking in her long legs and her pink, dripping pussy.
“Now, remember your safe word, Miss Pope.”
“Yes, sir.”
I touch the vibrator to her labia, and she sucks in a breath. “What is it?”
“Bridge, sir.”
“Very good.” I can’t help but grin as I press the head of the vibrator to her entrance, and she whimpers. “Have you ever squirted, Miss Pope?”
She shakes her head, her toes curling as the vibrator circles her clit. “I don’t think I can,” she murmurs.
“We’ll see about that.” I hold the vibrator to her clit, and hit the button until it’s set to an intermittent buzzing cycle, three vibrations then a pause. I run my hand up and down Amber’s back as she tenses through the cycle, exhaling with every pause. “Is this how it feels when you’re riding his cock, Miss Pope?”
Amber shakes her head. “No,” she says, her voice more of a breathy squeak now, and she exhales in a loudAhhhhwhen the vibe pauses. “No, it feels so much better, sir. He’s so big, and hot, and when he pounds his thick cock inside me, I feel like he’s going to break me in the best way.”
Jesus. H. Shitting. Christ. I’m meant to be maintaining control here, but she’s talking like a porn star and my dick is leaking so much pre-cum in my sweatpants that they’re starting to stain. I take a deep breath, and push the vibrator inside her. She lets out a choked moan, her arms buckling a little as she presses herself to the desk.
“I’m sure you do, Miss Pope.” I look down at where the vibe is inside her, coated in her arousal.
“Do you like watching me like this, sir?” She’s looking over her shoulder at me, her pink lips parted as she pants, and she lifts an eyebrow.
Brat. Spectacular, sexy fucking brat.
Her eyes slam shut and she bites her lip with a hitched breath as I press the vibrator deep inside her.
“I love watching you be punished, Miss Pope.” I pull the vibrator from her pussy, and her frustrated mewl is quickly covered by a loud moan as it's pressed to her throbbing clit. “How many times do you think you can come for me? How many would be a suitable punishment?”
“Thr-threee,”she moans, her hands spread on the desk, and with a jerk of her hips she orgasms, her body shaking gently, her thighs trembling as every muscle in those perfect legs tenses.
“Only three?” I sink to my knees, turning off the vibrator. “We’ll see, won’t we, Miss Pope. Now, keep watching that video.”
She lets out a sharp hiss as I bury my face in her still quivering cunt. Holy shit, she tastes so good, so sweet now her orgasm has soaked her. I yank down my pants, freeing my cock,fisting myself but not wanting to stroke too hard while I lick her. Goddammit, I need to relieve some of this damn tension.
She shakes and squirms and cries out, and her next climax shatters through her faster than I expected. Feeling the pulse of her hot pussy against my tongue is heaven, but even before she’s stopped shaking, she’s rocking her hips against my face.
“More,” she moans, her breathing rapid. “Oh my god, more, please.”
The pleading sends me over the edge, and I rise to my feet, kicking her legs apart and shoving my cock inside her with a moan. I thrust into her, and her ass bounces back against me, meeting me halfway each time. My hand slides up her neck, into the wild tangle of copper hair, and I wind it around my fingers, pulling her up against me so I can nip at her shoulder.
“You like having your pussy destroyed like this, Miss Pope?” I nibble on her ear lobe, and she whimpers.
“Yes, sir,” she says, nodding her head against my shoulder.
“Pick up the phone,” I order, and she does so with shaky hands. “Turn on the camera.”
