Which I’m already regretting because I can think of an even better way to gag her, as her face rubs against my dick. I’d shoved it back in my shorts, but now, I wriggle out of them, causing her to move again, her chains pulled taut against her nipples.
I’m hard again, grunting at the pain of it, so I guess it’s good she’s got the ball gag in her mouth still. But I keep her flush against me, her cheek against my cock frustrating the hell out of me.
Soon.
I rake at her soles a little while longer, relishing in just how helpless my ticklish cricket is to do anything about it. All she can do is squirm and then gurgle at the nipple clamps torturing her while her ass quivers in my face.
But at last I take pity on her. Well, maybe pity’s not the right word.
I’m definitely thinking of myself as I watch her ring of muscle opening and closing desperately in front of me at the torture I’m inflicting on her, and I can’t help but bring my tongue over it, tasting it.
She jumps, clearly startled, and I guess I’ve never licked her there before. But I can’t help it. It’s right in front of me, far too tantalizing.
It must feel very weird for her, and the gag in her mouthprevents me from knowing if she likes it or not as I drag my tongue over her asshole then dip it inside, claiming it with my tongue for the first time. Then I set a rhythm, licking her all up and down her crack then fucking her asshole with my tongue. Before long, she’s moaning through her gag, submitting, or at least accepting the new sensation. Maybe it does feel good, because I guess the prolonged fingerfucking has left her pretty raw.
But just as she starts to get comfortable, sagging against me, breathing hard at both the new sensation and the momentary reprieve of the clamps pinching her nipples, I smack her ass hard, and she jolts, then whines, the clamps tugging once more.
I’m going to make sure she doesn’t forget those in a hurry.
I pull her up further so that my mouth is against her pussy, and hearing her shuddering breath as she anticipates the orgasm that she probably expects to follow has me harder than ever.
I guess I do like to pleasure her.
Not entirely, though. I start to lave at her folds, causing her to whimper and wriggle her ass in my face, then groan in pain again at the clamps, before once again moaning while tensing so she doesn’t move. Then, my mouth still latched to her bundle of nerves, I grab the last object from the box. She clearly hasn’t seen it, or maybe she didn’t know what it was, or maybe, just maybe, she forgot all about it, what with everything I’ve been putting her through. Now, she squeals, a cute muffled sound, as she feels the hard tip of the butt plug I work into her. I never pause licking her and sucking on her clit, my entire face wet from her increasing arousal as she’s stretched by the plug.
Then I’m thrusting into her, my tongue touching the spot that makes her shiver despite the nipple clamps that tug at her tits with even the slightest jerk. She seems to be in less pain than before, either because she’s gotten used to it, or because of the heightened sensation of getting eaten out while her ass is stuffedwith the plug. Whatever the case, she’s not whining about it anymore. I’m just wondering if I should tighten the screws when I hear my dad’s voice barking at me.
Crap. I guess I’ve been a little too… preoccupied to hear his car driving in.
“Quill! Get the fuck downstairs or I’m coming to get you!”
I feel my cricket shiver but this time, it’s clearly not from arousal.
I push myself up and whip the blanket over her not a moment too soon, as my dad stomps up the stairs then barges in.
He never knocks, but he also rarely comes in. He’s too scared of me, so when he does, he stays in the doorway. Which means Piperhasgotten used to me doing all kinds of obscene things to her, hidden under the covers, as my dad unknowingly looks on.
But this time is different. He’s not content to stop in the doorway anymore. He’s furious, furious enough to overcome his fear, and he crosses the room, preparing to pull me out of bed.
Luckily, it’s a big room, and though he’s pissed off, he’s still scared, so he doesn’t cross it all that quickly. He also doesn’t notice Piper’s clothes on the floor. I guess, in the heap they form, they don’t necessarily jump out as belonging to a girl.
Dad has almost reached me when I grab my gun from my nightstand and cock it at him.
“Take one step closer and I’ll shoot.”
At the same time, I can’t help but thrust two fingers up my girl’s pussy, because with a gun aimed at my dad and a helpless cricket draped around my cock, I’m weirdly turned on.
Not that it’s weird to be turned on by Piper, but I guess most people don’t have the urge to masturbate at the thought of their dad’s head exploding and painting one of their walls red.
Dad stops in his tracks, staring at me in shock.
He can’t possibly be all that shocked, though, can he? He’s called me a psychopath on more than one occasion, and he’sthe one who set me up for a life as a hitman. If I hadn’t been a monster already, there’s no way I wouldn’t have become desensitized after the seven men and two women I’ve killed or helped kill.
Nevertheless, he definitely is shocked as he stares at the barrel of my gun pointed straight at him.
So is Piper under the covers. She can’t see a thing, but she must have heard my threat, as well as the click of the safety coming off. She also very much feels my stiff cock against her, and my fingers as they pump into her helpless pussy.
She’s probably realizing right now just how deranged I am, and yet, she’s still wet.
