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I’ve never been this horny in my entire life. I’m not an innocent. I’ve watched porn before. Videos just like the ones playing on the screen.
I felt perverted then. Ashamed, even. My fingers trail up and down my sides, hardening my nipples. I gently brush over them. The tingling sensation is directly attached to my throbbing clit. My head leans back against the cage.
I’ve been listening to moans for hours. To the slapping sounds of a man thrusting his hips against a woman’s ass filling my ears. I can’t tune it out. I can’t unsee.
At this point, I can’t even look away.
My pussy pulses with need.
I can’t help myself. My head thrashes as my fingers circle my clit. I need it. I need the release. I whimper as my body heats. I need more.
I can’t even breathe right. I move from my position, lying on my back and let my legs fall open, exposing myself. My inner thighs are wet from my own arousal. My breasts are perky, and I grip one with my left hand for the added sensation, squeezing roughly for a slight hint of pain. I need it.
I pinch my nipple as the woman on the screen reaches her climax. I need that, too. Please. I pull back and love the sharp sting from my own touch. My legs tremble, and I’m close. So close. My back arches, but before I can fall blissfully over the edge, I hear the faint beep and the door slams open.
My movements stop, and the heightened pleasure that overwhelms every inch of my skin dims. I almost want to cry at the loss.
The sight of Gio makes it worth it though.
He looks pissed, and I don’t hold back the smile that shows on my lips. His chest rises and falls as his eyes move between my glistening pussy and my face.
I circle my clit once and moan from the sweet build of pleasure.
“Grace,” he says in a low voice, making his way over to me in slow, deliberate steps. “You know better than to touch yourself.”
I almost laugh at him. If he thought I’d beg him, he thought wrong. I’ll stay in this fucking cage and get myself off until I’m limp and numb. Unable to move and soaked from my own cum.
I circle my clit again and the sharp sensation shoots through my legs, stiffening them and making my neck arch.
“Grace!” he yells, and the rough tone of his voice only makes me want to tease him more. To piss him off. To make him punish me.
A harsh moan is ripped from my throat at the very thought of him doing just that.
Pulling me out of the cage by my ankles and fucking me, filling me with his thick cock. Yes! Ruthlessly pounding into me without any mercy as I scream his name.
My legs try to close as the sensation becomes overwhelming and I whimper, shutting my eyes.
“Be a good girl for me, princess.” Gio’s voice is soft and full of lust.
“No,” I say easily, staring into his piercing blue gaze. His eyes widen at my defiance, and I love it. I love that I can shock him and use this tactic against him.
I’ll regret this later; I know I will. Faintly I’m aware of the edge of my sanity screaming at me. A part of me is furious, hating myself and him. But it feels so good. And I’ve wanted this for so long. No, I’ve wanted more. I’ve wanted him.
He crouches down low, and I meet his gaze as he stares at my body. “You’re going to be in trouble if you don’t stop.”
His low threat brings me closer to my release, and I quicken my strokes against my clit. Yes! I stare at him, willing him to tell me how he’ll punish me. I need him to send me over the edge. I’m so close.
I look him in the eyes and sink my fingers as deep as I can into my needy pussy. His eyes flash to my sex, and his breathing quickens. I slowly pump my fingers, curling them to stroke the bundle of nerves at my front wall and push my palm against my clit.
The sound of his belt buckle clinking as he struggles with his zipper makes me moan.
He’s always shown so much control, but in this moment, he’s undone. And I did this to him. My neck arches, and I have to tilt my head to keep my eyes on him as he unleashes his thick cock. My legs instinctively open wider and I rub my clit faster as he strokes his dick, his eyes darting from my pussy to my face.
“Come here, princess,” he barely breathes, his chest heaving in air as his large hand moves up and down his massive length. I moan, thinking of how he’d feel inside me. How he’d stretch my walls. Would he even fit?
He’d force his way in.
