“I’m the one who fell for you and didn’t even know when it happened,” I said quietly, glancing up at her face.
Her eyes softened.
For a moment the room felt different.
Quieter.
More fragile.
It was a fucked up confession. Not because of the content or the boundaries I’d crossed, but because she was incapacitated when I said it.
She blinked rapidly as tears began to shine in her eyes.
“I love you, Stella. Everything about you, my sweet filthy girl,” I sighed, the words leaving my chest like a weight I hadn’t realised I’d been carrying.
Her pussy tightened around the tip of my cock.
A silent answer.
A reminder of us.
I placed my hands over her ribs, feeling the rise and fall of her breath beneath my palms as I slowly dragged them higher along her body. The movement made her grunt softly, her wrists tugging instinctively against the straps holding them in place.
But I took my time.
I wanted her to feel every second of it.
My hands continued their slow path upward until they finally reached her breasts, the thin fabric of her top creating one more layer of teasing friction between us.
“And you. Wearing this, knowing what it would do to me,” I said, gripping her breasts.
I wasn’t gentle.
That wasn’t what my girl needed.
I squeezed harder until she tried to buck on the table, the restraints creaking faintly as she strained against them. Then my thumbs brushed across her nipples through the delicate material.
Her reaction was immediate.
The bruising grip eased just slightly before I began again, this time feeding her a little more of my cock.
She gurgled around the silicone cock as if she’d forgotten how to breathe. Her eyes grew wild and desperate, the look of someone caught between pleasure and overwhelm.
I pulled back.
She shook her head instantly, panic flashing across her face.
But I held her tits firmly and thrust forward again until we both groaned.
The vibration of the anal plug against my cock felt fucking amazing.
“This perfect pussy. Always hot and wet for me,” I groaned and thrust again, adding more power to the movement so I could sink deeper into her silky softness.
“Yeah,” I said as she moaned.“This is what you wanted. Every hole sealed up. Filled. Fucked.”
The metal frame holding her legs began to rattle from the force of my movements, the leather straps around her ankles creaking with each thrust.
I started with a steady rhythm.
