I take in a few deep, calming breaths just watching her lie there. She’s gasping, eyes closed, hands still restrained behind her back. Her white party dress has ridden up around her waist, showing me the lace, nude-colored thong that is high up on her hip. I bet if I spread her legs, they’d be soaking wet. Opening her eyes, she pulls her knees up and manages to tuck them underneath her so she can sit up.
I reach out, pushing her matted hair away from her wet face, tucking it behind her ear, allowing her to see. “Look at the mess you made,” I say, pointing at the cum covering the floor in front of her.
She whimpers, her body shaking with need. My princess wants more. A slut is never satisfied.
Leaning forward, I wrap my free hand around her slender neck, feeling her pulse race, and gently kiss the side of her face. She tastes like the ocean—salty—from all the tears she’s cried, and I whisper, “Clean it up.”
Her body trembles while she breathes my name. “Colt—”
“Clean it up!” I order, standing from the chair. I grip her hair and shove her face-first onto the floor next to the cum.
She cries out but then wiggles her body to lie in a more comfortable position, flat on her stomach.
I shift my legs to where I’m standing over her, one boot on either side of her ass that is now showing thanks to her dress. “That’s what sluts do, princess,” I tell her, holding the side of her face to the cold floor while she sniffs. “They clean up their messes. And you’re my good little slut, right?”
She nods the best she can and sucks in a breath.
“Say it.”
“I’m-I’m your good little slut,” she whispers, spit flying from her mouth.
“Now, show me.”
She parts her lips, and her tongue darts out, licking at the cum, smearing it across the floor.
“Good girl,” I praise her, and she whimpers. I let go of her hair and smooth it away from her face. “All of it, princess. Every drop. Clean up your mess.”
I take a few steps back and look down at her. She’s rocking from side to side, her arms fighting being restrained by my belt, with her tongue stretched out as far as it’ll go to lick up the cum, and I smile. Every time I have her like this, it’s a small victory.
Getting an idea, I bend over, grip her thighs, and shove them apart. Then I fall to my knees between them on the floor. “I knew it.” Smiling, I look over the wet spot on her nude underwear. Since her legs are spread, she’s got her ass tilted up off the floor to give me a great view.
I move the thong to the side and run my knuckles over her wet cunt, my mouth watering for a taste. She’s completely shaved. I know she did this thinking she’d get lucky tonight.
“Please?” she begs. The desperation in her voice makes me want to cave and bury my face between her legs to eat her out right here while she licks my cum up off the floor. But I don’t because this is what she does. She’s my slut, not the other way around.
I slap her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. She cries out and tries to get away from me, but there’s nowhere for her to go. “Did I tell you that you were done?” I ask, my palm now rubbing her ass and my fingers digging into the sensitive skin.
Her body shakes, but I hear her softly answer. “No.”
“Then keep licking,” I command. “I want that floor clean, princess.”
I ignore her soft cries as she goes back to what she was doing while my eyes drop back to her pussy. I can’t help myself; I shove a finger into her and bite my tongue to keep from groaning out loud over how wet she is. Don’t want her to hear how much I want her.
Removing it, I stick it in my mouth. “Desperation tastes so good,” I say, pulling it free from my lips.
The boys laugh at the table, and this time, I look over at them. They each sit in their chairs, pushed back from the table to allow them the best view of her. Finn has a joint between his lips, one hand holding the handle of his knife while he twirls the end of the blade against his other palm, watching her lick up my cum. Alex is smoking a cigarette, his eyes glued to her ass up in the air. And Jenks, well, he’s doing what I told him to do. I wait for him to make eye contact, and then I nod at him. He does the same before pocketing his cell.
Looking back down at her glistening cunt, I thrust two fingers into her this time, making her moan. I know she wants more. Raylee likes it rough. I start to fuck her with my fingers, her body rocking back and forth. She whimpers and gasps between sounds of her tongue lapping at the floor like an addict who spilled what little drug she had left and won’t let it go to waste.
Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, and I feel her body stiffen. I remove them, and her body sags the best it can in her position while her panting now fills the silent room. I like to tease her. Make her crawl on her hands and knees while begging for me to fuck her.
I look down at the floor and see that she has cleaned up most of what I gave her. “Good girl.” I smile.
Standing, I grip her bleach blond hair. I yank her to her feet, and she cries out before I toss her onto her back on the formal dining room table, crushing her arms underneath her, making her scream this time.
“Finn, shut her up,” I tell him.
He stands from the chair and removes his belt. “Open wide.” Before she has a chance to follow orders, he’s placing his belt into her mouth, shoving it behind her teeth, and then wrapping it around her head. He ties it off, securing it in place.
