I shove her underwear into her mouth. “If you need me to stop at any point, what will you do?”
She hesitates and then shakes her head.
“Good. If you do that, I’ll stop.” I flash a devious smile and take off my tie. “Otherwise, I’m going to keep going. Don’t worry. You’ll like it.”
Evie presses her thighs together and nods enthusiastically.
“I’m binding your wrists again,” I murmur. “It’s what you deserve. But you can find other ways to communicate with me, right?”
She lets out a muffled moan, and without warning, my hand comes down on her pussy—a soft slap, but enough to draw out another sound of pleasure.
“Ah… Evie. That was a sound. Two sounds, actually.” I click my tongue and wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing the sides. “You promised to be quiet. Nod your head if you’re going to be quiet.”
Slowly, she nods.
“Nod again if you want me to keep going.”
She does. The tip of my cock leaks onto the floor.
I bind her wrists behind her back—loose enough that she can slip out if she needs to. She won’t. No matter how much she teases, Evie wants to be good for me, and I trust her to stay that way.
It will be more fun if she doesn’t.
I move onto my knees and press my face into her hot mound, inhaling the scent. “You don’t come until I say so. Don’t forget. You’re not allowed.” The words vibrate against her pussy, and to my surprise, she stays perfectly still. “Only good girls get to come, and you’ve been really fucking bad.”
She’s being good for me now, not moving under my touch—not even a twitch. Who knew she could be this well-behaved?
I press into her hole, tasting her sweetness all over my tongue—and then thrust in, once, twice, three times. I’m the one who wants to moan now. My cock throbs, desperate for attention. Instead of giving it, I lap at her clit and dive two fingers into her pussy. She squirms under my touch, but when I lift my eyes to meet hers, she nods—a sign to continue.
It’s the least I can do, and it’s all I want to do. I circle her clit with my tongue over and over, paying attention to each cue. She can’t tell me when she’ll come, but I’ll know. I know by the shaking of her legs, by how she writhes—unable to stay quiet, moans and whines muffled by her wet underwear, covered in her drool and arousal.
I pull away and glare. “Were you going to come?”
She nods, still wiggling, her bound hands resting in front of her.
I slap a hand against her pussy, harder this time—and I don’t stop.
“You don’t get to come,” I grunt. “Good girls come. You’ve been bad, haven’t you?”
She nods, her chest heaving with each slap.
Fuck. I can’t stop—can’t get enough. My mouth is on her again, devouring. I may delay it for my pleasure, but I want her to come—needher to. Every drop of arousal is a reward, and I won’t stop until I have everything I want.
We stay like that until tears spill from her eyes. This time, rather than smacking, I rub her clit. She’s ready. She deserves to come. I stand, my body nestled between her legs, holding her face with my free hand.
“You’ve been so good for me,” I whisper. “Do you want to keep going?”
She nods adamantly. I’m impressed. If she’s had enough and wants to tap out, it would be perfectly understandable. I’ll switch to aftercare as soon as she needs it. Instead, she’s pleading with her wet eyes, still shaking under my touch.
Once we’re alone,trulyalone, we can have so much fun together.
I need this, too. My cock is weeping, and I am seconds from making a mess of the floor.
“Do you want to come?” I line my cock up with her entrance. “Come with me? Is this what you want? Is that why you came in here?”
She nods again, and I press into her, giving her every inch. I move a hand to her mouth, making sure her gag stays in place, and muffle every sound as I fuck her to release.
It doesn’t take long for us to get where we need to be, and we arrive together.
