I moan, the pressure building tighter and tighter in my abdomen. I hiss out as his fingers return to my pussy, pressing inside. It burns slightly but is dulled by the greater feeling of desire.
“This is for good girls, Martine. Are you a good girl?” He growls, working his two fingers in and out of me.
I try to nod my head, but I’m lost in the pleasure of his fingers pumping in and out of me. I rock my hips, trying to pull him in deeper, to try and make him increase his torturously slow pace. At my failure to answer, I earn another slap, causing more tears to pour down my cheeks.
“Look at this greedy little pussy,” he grunts and quickly my head whips around. I look at him over my shoulder, watching him work his fingers in and out, smearing my wetness all around in between his thrusts.
I nod my head, whimpering at the pleasurable feeling building tightly inside my abdomen. It takes me a moment to realise I didn’t answer him, and I jolt forward, afraid of another slap.
“Words, Martine.”
“I’m a good girl,” I try. The tears blur my vision as I look back at him. My pussy is open and exposed to the room as he stares at me, clearly not happy with my response.
He continues to swirl his fingers around my clit, slow and torturously. Pushing me almost to the brink of my pleasure and then bringing me back down again, never increasing his pace enough to allow me to break.
“And whose good girl are you?”
“Yyyouuuuuurs," I moan out as he removes his fingers and leans in.
With a movement I didn’t expect, he spreads my butt cheeks and leans in to take a large lick of my clit. Once satisfied with his attention to my nub, he begins to lick my entrance, forcing a desperate scream to leave my lungs. I feel my legs start to shake.Unfamiliar tingles climb up my back, increasing the pain in my abdomen that's been growing, gnawing at me.
This isn’t like how I’ve touched myself in the dark. This is so different and far more consuming.
“Let me taste your cum, my darling,” he rasps against me as his hands palm my ass, his fingers digging into my cheeks as he bares me completely to him, ass still up in the air as he kneels at the foot of the bed.
He turns back to my clit, giving it a sharp nip, shocking me and sending me over the edge.
I let out a yelp as the most pleasurable explosion crawls across my body. I shake and I shake as he doesn’t let up from his aggressive assault on my pussy, dragging out my first orgasm.
“Oh, oh, ohhhh God,” I shout as I try to scramble away from the intensity of the feeling. He licks and licks me through the waves of pleasure coiling through my body. I rock back and forth on his tongue, desperate for it.
My thighs shake as my most tender parts pulse. I can’t get enough of the intoxicating throbbing his luscious lips have caused.
He swiftly flips me over onto my back, and I gasp sharply at the sudden, bruising pressure of my own weight against my bound wrists. He nudges my legs apart with his knees, still fully clothed as he reaches leisurely for his fly, a cruel, deliberate contrast to my vulnerable, exposed body beneath him.
I suck my bottom lip into my mouth with my teeth, biting it at the sight of him unzipping his slacks and pulling his thick cock out.
I try to push back, scared at the massive girth of him. It's large, red, and almost angry-looking. It’s so hard that the thick vein on it is practically pulsing.
“NO! I’ve never—I mean I can’t—becausewellI haven’t—” I try to get my words out, but fail in fear of angering him further. Heleans forward and, with an impatient look, pulls my panties from his slacks and shoves them into my mouth.
Chapter ten
Hayden Herron
She lets out a little sigh, her eyes glassy and glazed over from what I'm certain was her first orgasm. Her face is flushed, her chest heaving as though she's struggling to breathe, and it's so fucking beautiful.
She licks her lips, wetting them in a way that makes me want to suck them back into my mouth and between my teeth. Kissing her earlier was a decision I made without hesitation, without a doubt. Something about the dip just above her juicy top lip makes it almost impossible not to lean forward and kiss her.
The bitchy little attitude she never fails to exude causes me to lose control. I wasn’t planning on kissing her; I was planning on punishing her. Taking her lips without any thought isn't a loss of control I'm proud of.
She possesses a power over me that could become my downfall if she were to realize it. I need to destroy thesedisgusting impulses surging through me before they become uncontrollable. No matter how much I want to devour her, she's something to be used, not something to keep, not something to grant power.
I need to fuck her to get this feeling out of me. It’s been two years of waiting. Of wanting. Hoping that shoving my cock inside of her will grant me some emotional exorcism. Free this sick fucking feeling that’s made home in my chest.
I stroke my cock a few times. Pre-cum beading at the tip. I’m so god damn hard my cock hurts to have my fist around it.
She doesn’t know how long I’ve waited for this. How many nights I had to practically force myself out of her room so I wouldn’t take her against her will. Watching her sleep, her legs wrapped up in the sheets, not knowing I’m sitting there with a hard cock dying to use her up until there’s nothing left.
