“I don’t know,” I tease, as I lean back and fist my cock harder. “Do you want some of this?”
She smiles at me before rising to her knees. Slowly, she lowers her mouth to my cock and takes the tip between her lips. Sucking her way down my shaft, she pulls her mouth back up, and it slowly pops out of her lips before she rises and looks me in the eye.
Flinging her hair over one shoulder, she fingers her pussy and whispers, “Do you think you’ve got what it takes to please a bad little girl like me?”
Restraint snapped, I push her back on the bed and force her hands behind her head. She lets out a gasp and stills as I position myself at her opening. But I don’t enter her. I tease her with my tip, circling it through her desire, breaching her entrance only slightly, and then watching with delight as she tries to break free from my grasp and lower herself on what she needs.
I glance at her bedside table and see the tie I took off a few moments ago. Grabbing it quickly, I lace it around her wrists. Her eyes widen. Making sure she can’t get loose, I tie her hands to the bedpost behind her. My eyes never leave hers as the tension between us builds. Fuck, she looks good tied up, and ready for me to do with her as I please. Slowly, I take off my shirt, then my pants. She watches with bated breath. Her chest rises and falls, anticipating what I’m about to do next.
“Bad girls get tied up and spanked, sweetheart,” I groan, taking my cock back in my hand and watching as she licks her lips and stares at me while I jack myself off. “Bad girls get teased and tortured, licked and sucked until they are begging for more but can’t cum until I say so.”
Bracing myself above her, I run the tip of my cock through her slick folds. She purrs in such a seductive way my balls tighten, needing a quick release. But fuck, I won’t give her quick tonight. Long and hard, that’s the way she likes to be fucked, and that’s just how I plan on fucking after I’ve punished her.
“Have you really been a bad girl, Gwen?” I press slightly inside her cunt. Her legs fall open and her eyes threaten to close, but she holds my stare. “Because bad girls get fucked so hard their legs give out while they scream my name.” Her mouth falls open as I pull from inside her, swirling my cock around her swollen clit before thrusting back in deeper. “Is that what you want? Fuck, tell me you’ve been a bad girl, sweetheart. Because I want nothing more than to punish you like you fucking deserve.”
“So bad,” she pants, her hips rise with need.
She bites her lower lip as I pull from inside her. She pouts as I lower myself down her body until I come face to face with her wet center. Licking up her slit, she moans my name. Smiling, I part her and thrust two fingers quickly inside her, curling and running them slowly in and out of her sex. She’s tight as hell and wet as fuck. God, torturing her proves to only torture me as I slide my fingers out of her pussy and suck her clit into my mouth. Her hips buck. I grab them instantly, forcing her back against the bed.
Soon, she’s begging, “Please, Rex. God, don’t stop, I’m so close. Fuck, just like that. God, yes. Just like that. Keep going. Please. Oh, God…”
I release her and she curses at me before attempting to pull me closer with her legs. Laughing, I push her legs flat against the bed, reach over to the nightstand drawer, and then pull out and a condom. Her eyes drop to my hands. She starts to say something. But then stops. I glance up just as her face becomes stone.
“Untie me,” she insists. Confused, I go to rub her clit again but she bucks at me, and not with wanting. “I said, untie me, Roberts!”
This time, she pulls a leg from behind me and kicks at my middle hard enough to send me flying backward.
“Fuck,” I grit out as I fall back on my ass. Glaring up at her, I do as she says and I untie the tie. Quickly, she sits up next to me in bed, but doesn’t speak.
“What the hell is that all about?” I ask.
She looks at me with tears in her eyes, and I suddenly start to fear for shit I’m not even aware of yet.
Damn, this can’t be good.
She stands and starts to pace. Running a hand through her hair, she stops and stares at me. My heart races with thoughts I can’t even start to comprehend.
Why is she mad? Why did she want me to stop? Wasn’t she the one that was laid out ready for me? I don’t get it. Did I say something wrong? Hell if I know, but if looks could tell a tale, I’m sure I am about ready to find out.
“Rex, we need to talk.”
“Can it wait?” I chuckle. “I mean, I thought we were just talking better than words.”
Although, to be honest, the thrill has sort of died down and my manhood is not standing at its full attention like it was a few moments ago.
She shakes her head. “No, it can’t. I have to tell you something.”
Here it is. She is finally going to come clean. At a moment like this, are you fucking kidding me? What do I say? Yeah, I know all about it. Now, can we go back to where you said you were a bad girl, please, because I really need that fucking release?
Or do I deny it? Do I act like it is a shock, and it’s the first time I’m hearing that she was pregnant with my baby? Our baby. Or, had my baby and gave it away like she gave us away all those years ago. But, I always figured, if that was the case, I would have known by now, and still stand firm on the fact that Gwen wouldn’t do something like that.
Her parents would have told mine, or Eva would have spilled the beans. Either way, I figure she’s about to finally fucking say what she has needed to for ten years, and fuck, I guess it’s about time I spill my secret as well.
“Ok, but I have something to say, too. Maybe I should go first.”
She looks at me with shocked. Glancing away for a moment, she looks back at me with a sadness I’ve never seen before. And fuck, it rips my heart right open.
“Alright. Let me put a robe on,” she whispers. “Get dressed and let’s sit on the couch.”
