Not once. Never brought anyone back here.
Until now.
“Chert!” My hand tightens around the mid-section of my cock, squeezing and stroking with a slow rhythm. But instead of my own hand, I imagine Red’s mouth sucking me slowly.
Her tongue would lap at the head of my cock, teasing the slit before taking me deeper.
She’d sucked me so good. Those high cheekbones, those full lips. She’d take my full length deep into her throat, moaning as streams of tears rolled down her cheeks.
I see those blue eyes looking up at me, defiant even as she pleasures me.
I pick up the pace, stroking my cock as my hips thrust more rapidly. A groan escapes from deep within my throat.
My mind races with visions of what I want to do to her, plans that are dark and dirty.
I can’t bear the thought of our session ending so soon, not when there’s still so much left to explore.
My body pulses with raw need, every nerve alive and begging for more. The thought of it all coming to an abrupt halt is unbearable.
No, I won’t let it end just yet. I have other plans in store for us, plans that will leave us both drenched in sweat, and consumed by lust.
The scene in my head shifts.
She’s spread out on the bed, wrists and ankles bound.
I walk back and forth, my shoes tapping a steady beat on the floor. Each step I take toward her causes her breath to catch a little faster.
My hand pumps harder as I imagine her blindfolded, face down. Completely at my mercy.
She knows it. Waits for it. Craves it.
My cock throbs, pre-cum leaking as I maintain a slow, torturous pace.
Heart racing, I let out a low groan. In my mind, I move closer.
Her tan skin is on full display. I can taste the salt of her sweat and goosebumps rise as I trail kisses down her back.
She shivers and releases a soft moan. Her ass rises, begging for attention.
She deserves this.
She tried to kill me.
She needs to be punished.
I settle between her legs, raising my hand. The first smack echoes through the room.
Her pussy clenches around nothing. Lips parting, she gasps my name. I can almost feel her pussy tightening around me.
“Blyat,” I growl, cock growing impossibly harder. I think of her slick walls closing around me, pulling me deep inside.
She squirms, pleading for more. But, instead, I’d knead her ass, soothing the sting.
“Tell me why you want me dead, Red,” I whisper.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpers, voice thick with lust.
Not good enough.
