“You like this, little bird?” he asks, flicking my nipples as I squirm against him. “You like being under my control like this?”
I whimper, and his teeth graze my throat. “Answer me, Wren.”
“Yes! Yes, I… I love it. But it makes me really… needy. I need you, Sly. I don’t feel like I can wait any longer.”
“We’ve barely gotten started,” he whispers before his tongue grazes the shell of my ear. “But… If you promise to be agood girl for me, I suppose I can relieve a bit of your tension now.”
“Yes, I promise!”
“Promise what?” he whispers right against my ear as his fingers start moving over my hardened nubs faster.
“I promise to be a good girl.”
“Mygood girl,” he corrects.
I nod frantically. “Yes,yourgood girl.”
One hand slides down my body, grazing past my clit far too quickly before he runs several fingers up and down my slit, gathering the wetness there right before he thrusts them inside me, hard. I cry out, and he pinches my nipple at the same time his thumb presses firmly against my clit, and with just a few thrusts off his fingers, my orgasm explodes out of me. I bite my lip to muffle the sound, and he continues stroking me through my release.
I don’t think I’ve ever come so quickly before, and it takes a minute before my body stops trembling. I realize he hasn’t let up on his fondling, and I begin to squirm against him. “No more.”
He presses his lips to my neck, and I swear I feel him smile as he hums against my skin. “Did you forget who’s in charge here, little bird?”
My eyes widen when I realize he’s not kidding. My body is so sensitive, I know it will be impossible to come again. But I’m not willing to sayredyet, so I just let him continue his torture, and after a couple minutes, I realize it’s only torture because I want to come again. Somehow, he worked me up again without me even knowing it was happening. When did it cross the line from being too sensitive and wanting him to stop, to wanting another release and begging him to continue?
“Please,” I whisper when he doesn’t let up.
“Please, what?”
“Please, I want more. I want you.”
His hands leave me, and a whimper escapes at the loss. There’s a soft rustling, then he’s moving me to my back. A pile of blankets cushions my hands so I’m not crushing them, and when he’s situated between my legs on his knees, he takes a moment to take in my body. He reaches up and squeezes my breasts, humming in approval and flicking my nipples before his hands skim down to my pleated skirt.
“I’m going to leave this on, it’s sexy as hell, and every time you wear it, I imagine flipping it up and taking you on the spot.” I bite my lip as he pushes it up to reveal my core. “These, however…” He trails off when he sees my panties, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a switchblade that he pops open.
My eyes widen, and I feel him run the blunt side up my inner thigh. There’s a slight tug, then it's repeated on the other side. He holds up my shredded panties, his eyes delighted as he assesses the state of them.
“My my my.” My cheeks grow red. Even from here I can see how wet they are. He sets them aside, along with the knife, as he leans forward over me, his hands pressing to the ground on either side of my head. “Does being tied up make you wet, Wren?” I nod, and I see the heat in his eyes right before he leans down and kisses me… hard.
His tongue immediately thrusts inside, demanding entrance as he takes complete control of me. One hand finds its way to my breast, and I whimper against him when he tugs on my nipple. After a few minutes of that torture, his hands travel lower, spearing two fingers into me, at a slow, languid pace. I try to thrust my hips up against him, makinghim quicken the pace and use more force, but with my hands behind my back, it’s difficult.
Finally, he lifts his head as he tells me, “I need to stretch you more first, okay?”
I nod, and he holds up his two glistening fingers, then shows me as he lifts a third finger to join them. His hand lowers, and he pushes them in much more slowly this time. I throw my head back as he starts to stretch me, unsure if it’s painful or if I love it.
When they’re all the way in, he starts to thrust, slowly, and I realize how amazing the stretch feels. “Yes!” I whisper as he begins to pick up speed.
“Good girl, you’re taking my fingers so well.” He continues the motion until I’m begging for more.
He pushes up to his knees as he slowly unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off. My hands fight for freedom, aching to touch him, and he smirks at me.
Slysmirks.
It makes him even more attractive, but all I can do is watch as he undoes his pants and pulls them and his boxers off, quickly getting himself settled back on his knees between my legs—completely naked.
I’m sure my eyes must be as round as saucers as I take in his naked form. He reaches down and squeezes his cock, making me lick my lips, wishing I could have a little taste first.
His eyes shine, like he knows what I’m thinking, and he leans forward, running his hard length through my folds, coating himself in my juices.
