“Fucking drenched, darling,” he murmurs as he slides his first two fingers into my panties, dragging them along my wet folds. His fingers play, placing soft circles on my tender flesh, forcing lewd and embarrassing sticky wet noises to fill the room from how aroused I am.
I watch him over my shoulder, my thighs quaking at the tender assaults to my soft and sticky wet flesh. After teasing me for a moment, he removes his fingers, bringing them slowly to his mouth, licking my wetness clean from them.
It’s lewd, it’s unbecoming, and yet it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I suck in a shuddering breath at the sight of it,trapping my lower lip between my teeth as my vagina pulses, desperate for more of his soft touches.
“God, you’re a fucking gorgeous headache.” He grunts, reaching forward to tug my panties down my legs. As I wobble a bit, he helps me out of them, tucking them into his slacks pocket, next to his very aroused, very large cock.
Leaning forward, he palms both of my thighs wide and stretches me open until I feel the warmth of his breath on my exposed opening. I whimper at the feeling as I watch him in anticipation over my shoulder, finding it challenging to stay up with my legs spread so wide.
“Imagine my surprise,” he says, voice low enough to make my toes curl, “walking into that room and seeing you unattended…surrounded by men. With only Archie there to keep you in your place.”
Before I can respond, he leans in and sinks his teeth into the back of my upper thigh, just below the curve of my ass. The bite is so hard I cry out, jolting forward. Tears immediately springing to my eyes.
“Ouch, Hayden, please,” I ask, not totally sure what I desire, but begging nonetheless.
I start to scramble away, a mix of fear and need coursing through my overheated skin, but his hand comes down hard across my ass, stopping me cold.
“Don’t fucking move, Martine,” he growls, voice hardly restrained. “You’ve misbehaved enough.”
His voice is pure fury, sending a cold, terrified chill down my spine. My back straightens instantly at his command, my body eager to behave much sooner than my mind.
Submission is what I was bred for, growing up in the social circle I did, with the parents and brothers I had, turned me into something sick. Something desperate for direction. I’m so lost without it.
“This is your reminder,” he hisses, pushing his thumb into the pained flesh he just bit, pushing downhard,“that I decide everything for you. I choose where you go, how you go, and who you’re with. I decide if you breathe fuckingair, Martine.”
I want to behave, I crave it so primally, I can’t seem to find any other desire within me. I try to lift myself and keep breathing, shaking with anticipation as my pussy clenches for his next touch. His next direction that I will surely follow to make him proud. To earn his forgiveness.
I’m that desperate for his touch. And I almost get it as he leans in, pushing his face in between my legs, his lips dangerously close to my clit.
“Fuck you smell good.” His voice is low and scratchy, sending a jolt of desire through me. That desire spreads greedily as he then leans in and licks my drenched folds from my clit to my puckered back hole. I let out an embarrassingly loud moan at the feeling, wailing out at the softness of his tongue on my needy flesh.
He laughs at my response, breaking away for a moment to chuckle before returning to my pussy, licking and sucking in a way that quickly turns me into a quivering mess. I’ve never done anything like this before, never been touched like this by another person, and yet in this moment, I know this experience with anyone else would be ruined for me. His tongue is swirling just right, moving in mesmerising circles, so smooth I almost lose my train of thought.
I rock into his face, the pressure of my upper body on my shoulders adding an added layer of sweet pain. There’s a pressure building in my core that causes tingling to climb up my spine, and I moan because of it.
Just as I enjoy the feeling, I jump with a scare as he tries to shove two fingers inside of me. His sudden attempt at fingering me causes me to scream out, loudly and unladylike.
God, it hurts.
“Shhhh, darling, it’s okay,” he comforts and begins gently coaxing his fingers in and out of me, slower this time.
“I-I-I’ve never d-done t-t-thi—,” I attempt to stutter out, the pleasure being drawn out of me in waves, making it hard to find my voice. It comes out shaky and breathless. I’m a wanton creature enticed by the curious mix of pleasure and pain.
He pulls his fingers from me and brings his palm down on my behind with a loud crack, causing me to choke out a sob. The mist in my eyes from the pleasure and humiliation turns to something crueler.
“No, please, gentler,” I plead, hoping we can return to those soft touches I was lost in only moments before.
“You’ll take as much as I want you to,” he growls, bringing his palm down across the backs of my thighs, forcing a scream from my throat again.
Fire blooms across my backside and thighs, sending a screeching shout out through my lungs.
“I-I’m s-sorry,” I let out a loud cry as he spanks me again, the feeling sharp and hot and oh so painful. I try to scramble away, but it’s an impossible task with my arms bound the way they are. The tears that had welled in my eyes finally fall at his cruel hand.
He grabs my forearms again and holds me down with a tight grip, returning his fingers to the desperately wet place at the top of my thighs. His explorative fingers cause my sob to turn into a moan, loud and long. He moves his fingers so slowly I can hardly bear it. It’s pain, and then it’s pleasure, until it’s both, and I lose myself in the mixture of heaven and hell.
“Oooooh yesssss,” I whine. Grinding back into his soft fingers that are circling my core with expert precision.
“Mmmm,” He groans out, looking at the tears falling down my face, blackened from mascara, leaving streaks in my makeup, “You’re such a beautiful mess for me.”
