“Dios, baby… you own me.” He bites his lip, and I bite mine.
“Own me, Diablo.”
“I do.” He drags his fingers over me once more. “You’re so wet, baby girl. Soaking through your little panties…”
Lashes fluttering, I mewl. “Fuck, I love how you touch me…”
“Do you?Loveit, pajarito?”
I nod. “Uh-huh.”
“Is that why you torture me?” He growls. My eyes creep open as his head cocks. “Is that why you push me…? Because you want Daddy to punish you?”
I swallow hard, overwhelmed by the vicious desire in his coal irises.
Still, there’s no denying the answer. “Si, Papi.”
He moves away even further. “Chicita mala… Dime cómo lo quieres.”
Gazing up at him, I taunt, “Make it hurt, Ivory.”
I swear, I see a ghost of a smirk pass over his puffy lips. But he flips me over before I can even react to it.
On my stomach, I’m quaking, peeking at him over my shoulder. He shoves my skirt up around my waist, marveling at my ass in the thong. Running his thumb over his bottom lip while he covets, the most primordial look of lust I’ve ever seen on someone’s face. It sends a rippling thrill through me.
“Look at you…” He mumbles, cupping my ass in two handfuls. I squeak, and he grins wickedly. “In your pretty panties, waiting for Daddy to come home and fuck his sweet girl like she needs it, yea?”
“Ohhfuck…yes.”
He smacks my ass, hard. I yelp, and he chuckles. “Good girl.”
Moving away, he reaches for the nightstand by the bed, opening the drawer. He pulls out a bottle, opens it and squirts something onto his fingers. I wouldn’t need to have already looked inside that drawer to know its lube. But of course I did, and I know it is.
I mean, we knew there’d be lube in there, right? What else are nightstands in the bedrooms of your prisoners for?
Ivory strokes lube onto his many inches, sliding the material of my thong aside and stuffing wet fingers between my cheeks. I gasp, and he hums, swirling them on my hole.
“Let’s feel how warm and tight that little pussy is for Diablo,” he croons, stuffing one finger in.
“Unnghh,” the noise flees my shivering lips.
He shivers himself, leaning over my back. “Veryfucking tight.”
“And.. w-warm?” I arch up to him.
He presses another finger inside, and I whine out loud. “Oh yea, sweet girl. Hot hot hot,fuego. You’re gonna set my dick on fire, if you don’t choke it to death first.”
“Ffuck m-me,” I gasp, head spinning already, and it’s onlyfingers, pumping in and out way too slowly.
“Baby’s greedy for this dick, huh?” He stuffs a third finger inside.
I’m so dizzy, I could pass out. But I don’t want to…
God, this already feels amazing.
“Uhh, Ivory,” I pant, eyes rolling back when he touches it. “Oh oh… oh God, that’s—”
“Shh.” He pulls the fingers out. I whine, shooting a lidded glare at him over my shoulder. He grins.El Diablo…“None of that from fingers, chiquita mala. That’s my cock’s job.”
