He put his hand up my dress again, picking up where he left off. My body broke out in goosebumps as he continued stroking my upper thigh.
His palm was getting closer to my sex, and God, I didn’t want that. If he rubs me there, I will fall apart.
He looked at me with a devilish gleam in his eyes.
“I think my pet likes this a lot.”
I turned my head, not wanting to see his smug face. I felt a blush on my cheeks. He immediately reached out, grabbed my chin, and turned my face toward him.
“Kitten, you have been with me long enough to know I don’t like when you look away from me. You’re to look at me when I caress your skin…always. I like to see the effect my touch has on you.”
My face burned crimson when my eyes stared into his. He was right. I enjoyed his touch. He was a very skilled lover, and no matter how much I denied it to myself, I was here for it. He once told me he wanted to make my pussy sing. Well, the littletraitor puts on a whole Vegas show forhim. She is a shameless slut forhim.
His voice was low and husky.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Now, why don’t you open those legs for me? It’s been some time since I feltmycunt.”
My breath caught in my throat, and my heart thumped loudly in my chest, sending shivers down my spine. He could be so crude, but I didn’t care. My eyes shifted away briefly before he snapped his fingers and barked.
“Up here, Kitten. Don't look away. You don’t want me to get upset, do you?” My mouth slacked open, and I shook my head. I certainly didn’t want to anger him. Not with that flogger sitting right there in front of me. I knew he would use it on me, but I didn't want it as a punishment.
I couldn't sit on my ass for a week the last time I was spanked, and that was by his hand. I obeyed like a good, obedient slave, parting my thighs for him.
“Ah, that’s it, pretty girl. Let’s see how wet your panties are.” I gasped, feeling flushed as he placed his hand over my sex. I could probably ring the skimpy garment out from being so turned on. He had that effect on me. I had no control over my body when it came to him.
My kidnapper played me like a well-tuned violin. He pulled my soaked thong off, throwing it to the floor, then turned his attention back to me, rubbing the inside of my pussy. I was turning into putty at his ministrations.
“That’s my sweet girl. Nice and primed for me. I think I'll have a little taste of that this morningbefore our three guests arrive.” My heart jumped, and my stomach did a flip.
Before I could react, he removed his finger from my sex, lifted me off the chair, and sat me on the table. It all happened in mere seconds. I rested on the edge with my legs dangling.
I felt like a little rag doll when he picked me up. He did it so effortlessly, as usual. I could feel my heart thudding in my chest. I wondered what his next move would be, and my body tingled in anticipation.
I silently shrugged, keeping my thoughts under wraps.
If I can’t beat him, I may as well join him and enjoy the ride. What the hell else did I have to look forward to?
I gazed at him. He had the look of the devil himself on his handsome face. “That’s much better, pet. Now, spread 'em. I want to look at the pussy that has my dick throbbing and my mind all fucked up.”
I shuddered, feeling turned on by his filthy words. I did as I was told. Even though I felt a little embarrassed, I was looking forward to something that felt good for a change. The thought of his tongue in my pussy almost broke me apart.
He sat back down in the chair, pulling me roughly by the waist until my butt cheeks hung over the edge of the table. I could see the hunger in his eyes as he licked his lips while staring at my sex.
I realized at that moment just how much power I had over him. At least when it came to sex, anyway. I wanted more of it. Out of nowhere, the words just spilled from my mouth like word vomit.
“Is this what you want, Atlas? Do you want to taste my pussy? You want to eat me out until I cum all overyour fucking face?” I was almost numb with shock. I couldn’t believe I just said that.
Who was I?
He growled like an animal as he pulled both of my legs over his shoulders and buried his face in my snatch. He licked and sucked my clit like a man possessed. I threw my head back, loving every minute of it.
He held my thighs open in an iron grip. I could feel his fingers digging roughly into my flesh. It was painful, but his tongue on my clit was blissful. The pain and pleasure mixed were his thing. It would always be his kink.
No matter how we did it, he was always going to add some roughness to the session, and right now, I don’t mind. I knew he was going to leave some serious bruises on my inner thighs, and the thought excited me.
His wet tongue lapped at my clit in a steady rhythm. I laid back on the table and enjoyed the pleasant feeling floating through my body. My vision blurred as his tongue continued assaulting the sensitive little knot between my legs.
My thighs were burning as his grip tightened, but I liked the feeling. I was enjoying his total dominance over me, and I wouldn't question any of it right now. I wanted nothing but his mouth and lips on my needy pussy.
