“You remember your word?” I kiss her cheek beside her ear.
“Arrow,” she whispers.
“Good. Use it if you can’t take it, kitten.” I smile in the dark, knowing she can’t see it. I love having her at my mercy. Mine to do with what I please.
She can blame Sidney for me fucking her at school. I would have waited until this evening, but then she won’t be wearing my jersey. Ofcourse, since yesterday got a little out of hand, I’ll need to postpone my night with her.
“Such a good kitten to wear a skirt.” I lift her arms over her head and put my hand back on her throat. Her swallow moves against my hand, making me want to tighten my hold, to make her gasp for breath, to feel her struggle against me. “Spread your legs.”
“Eli, last night was a lot.” Her voice trembles.
I squeeze her throat slightly, just enough for her to feel that little catch of breath, so she knows I can cut it off if she doesn’t obey. “Spread your legs, kitten. I won’t ask again.”
Whimpering, she does as I ask. Brushing my cheek against hers, I slide my hand into her panties to cup her warm, wet pussy. So fucking wet. Always ready for me. This girl was made for us. Time to experiment and see what her limits really are.
I rub a finger over her clit. “Are you sore here?”
“No.” Her voice is breathless. Her hips rock against my hand while I work her little clit, stroking it in small circles. When she quivers beneath my hand, I slide my finger back to circle her entrance, slow languid circles like we have all day.
I press my mouth against her ear. “How about here?” My voice is barely a whisper.
She shakes her head.
Itskand squeeze her throat. “Use your words, kitten.”
“No, Eli.”
I slide my finger inside her. She releases a breath and tenses.
“Here?”
“Yes.” She squirms to get away from the ache.
“Hmm.” I press against her walls, massaging them with my finger, feeling them tense and relax beneath my touch. When her noises become needy, I slide my finger in and out a few times as she moans softly. Her wetness coats my finger.
I squeeze her throat. “Do you want more, kitten?”
“Yes, please,” she pants as her hips follow my finger, chasing her release.
Drawing my hand out of her panties, I press my finger against her lips, coating them in her wetness. She opens andsucks on my finger, tasting herself. I pull it out. So fucking responsive. I can’t wait to spend a night torturing her until she begs me to let her come.
“Should I leave us wanting, kitten?” I suck her earlobe into my mouth. Her breath catches.
She hesitates in the dark. I wish I could see her face. It gives away her every thought and feeling. Soon, I’ll blindfold her and have her stretched across my bed, and play with her until she squirms beneath me, craving release.
“No.” She sighs.
“Do you want me to use your mouth?” Releasing her throat, I thrust my fingers into her mouth and slide them against her tongue, pressing down. She sucks on them, and my cock jerks. As much as I love her mouth on my cock, I want to bury myself in her sweet, aching cunt. “Well, kitten?”
She shakes her head, and my cock throbs. Since my fingers are in the way, I allow it.
She whimpers as I take them out and undo my pants, pulling them down enough to release my cock. I stroke her spit over me. She’s plenty wet, but it’s going to hurt her in the best way.
Using both hands, I lift her until she wraps her legs around my waist and her bound wrists drop behind my head. She tenses against me, probably expecting pain.
“Relax, kitten.” Pushing her back against the wall, I slide her panties to the side and thrust my cock deep into her cunt in one stroke.
“Eli,” she cries as she clenches around me. Her cunt pulses around me in a small orgasm. We can do better than that.
