“Yes, sir,” she breathes at last, her voice flat. “I’ll behave.”
I can still sense the defiance in her. But I choose to ignore it. I’m not entirely ready to let her down, though. That ass, dangling over the balcony, is doing something to me.
I want to own it, along with the rest of her.
Gritting my teeth, I rip off her panties and throw them over the balcony.
This time, she squeals. Surprise is finally forcing a reaction out of her. Good.
Then I see her wet pussy.Fuck. Guess she’s got a thing for fear, too.
“I’m going to reward you now, pet,” I say, my voice thick with desire.
Again her arm flails backward, as if she’s hoping I’ll pull her back up now. Silly girl.
I wipe the cream from her folds first. Then her entire body shudders as I push my finger into her pussy and begin to finger her, hard. In spite of her position, she actually manages to arch back into me, and the sight makes me laugh. I have a feeling that even in this moment of fear, she’s turning red with anger at the sound. But I don’t care. Her helpless, pointless anger only turns me on right now. I keep fucking her with my finger, driving it into her so viciously that I know I must be hurting her. But the pain seems to turn her on. She’s absolutely drenched.
Soon, she’s bucking hard, her pussy milking my finger, and I know she’s teetering on the edge. Both edges. And I intend to keep her right there for the time being.
So I pull my finger out suddenly in a wet, popping sound. She groans loudly, her body rigid with the sudden denial. My hand goes back to hitting her bottom hard, each smack taking the edge off my own arousal. If I listened only to my cock, I’d plunge it into her ass right now and fuck her senseless as she dangles off the balcony. But something holds me back. Something I can’t understand. I’ve never been the type to hold back before.
By the time I’ve finished this latest round of spanking, bruisesare forming on her ass cheeks and her body has grown still. She’s finally submitting to me.
I press my face against her bottom, finding her folds with my mouth. I bite down on another laugh when I realize she’s as wet as ever. Pain reallydoesturn her on.
Whatever defiance she’d previously shown seems to melt for good as she starts to moan loudly. I lave at her folds, darting my tongue inside her and touching the part of her that makes her cry out in need. When she starts to spasm, I withdraw once more, taking my hands off her for just a second, smirking as she suddenly screams in terror.
I keep her in this state of panic much longer than I’d initially meant to. But there’s something addictive about eating her out while feeling her tremble in my grasp, about knowing that her fear, her pleasure, her life, all depend on me. I own her, and it’s time she knew it.
At last, though, I take pity on her, and with a few last licks, I’ve brought her over the edge. Her entire body spasms, and I continue to suck on her clit, deepening and prolonging her orgasm. When she grows limp, I pull her toward me.
The minute she’s on solid ground, she collapses in my arms, shaking violently.
I know I may feel remorse later on, but the glorious sight of her ass propped up helplessly on the balcony railing was worth it. I lick at her tears hungrily as she melts into me, seeking comfort in the arms of the very man who was responsible for her state of prolonged terror.
Well, she had it coming, giving me near heart attacks whenever I caught her leaning over the railing. Hopefully, this will have cured her of the habit.
Still, I can’t help but soothe her. I’m not a monster, after all.Not entirely.
“Don’t worry, pet. I would never let you fall,” I murmur, running my hand through her hair.
“Yes, sir,” she sobs, her hands squeezing my arm.
I lift up her face and study her. There’s something about her that I can’t quite understand, and it frustrates me. Darkness mingling with innocence. Such innocence that somehow, it would feel like I was defiling her if I relieved my own frustration inside her.
Once more, I battle the urge to sink my cock in her. Though this time, what I’d like is to push her to the ground, stuff it in her small, heart-shaped mouth, and make her suck me off. And yet, it feels like a travesty. Far more than dangling her off a balcony for twenty minutes.
Clicking my tongue in annoyance, I press her to me, resigning myself to the frustration that I’ve been experiencing far too often, lately.
She sighs in contentment as I begin to stroke her back and bottom in the familiar soothing gesture. My own frustration dies down, replaced with curiosity.
And this time, I don’t try to quell it. I find myself wanting to own not just her body, but her mind, too. I need to understand her.
“Tell me why you did it,” I order. “Why did you go out on the balcony when I told you not to?”
“I wanted you to come see me,” she whispers.
I chuckle. There’s no artifice about her. She’s completely withdrawn, and yet she doesn’t hide a thing. I’ve never met anyone like her.
