“Just FYI, I need to take that the casserole out in forty-five minutes. Oh gosh.” She hangs her head when I squint at her. “I sound like my mother… Oh my god. Okay, let me go. I ruined the moment. I need to set a timer.”
I take out my phone, punch in forty-five minutes, and show it to her, then I snap a photo of her with legs splayed on my bed. “The moment isn’t ruined for me.”
Mandy yelps when the belt cracks on her bare ass then moans when I do it again.
“You like that, don’t you?”
I pull the lacy bra down, sucking at her huge tits, working the nipple with my tongue. The mattress sags as I kneel behind her, mouthing her through the soaking-wet panties.
“You’re supposed to,” she gasps, “use me how you want.”
“My cock in your pussy not good enough for you?”
“I told you, I’m not one of those dumb girls you like to fuck. I want the deluxe prisoner package.”
I slap her ass again.
She whimpers. “Am I making you hard?”
Still behind her, I pull the thong to the side, spread her cheeks, and grind my quickly hardening cock against her. “You tell me.” I buck against her, making her feel my hard length against her pussy.
Snapping the band of the thong, I caress her ass then slide the fabric down. She arches as I pull the thong to her knees then bury my face in her sweet pussy. The mewling, needy cries of pleasure go straight to my cock.
I ignore it, lapping at her swollen clit. Her pussy is hot and ready as I play with her slit. My thumbs dig into her ass as I spread her wider, licking her, teasing her, driving her to another body-shuddering orgasm.
She’s breathing hard, arms trembling as she shifts on the mattress.
I slide her panties down to her ankles, slipping them off first one then the other.
“You gonna fuck me?” She lets out a little moan.
I caress her ass. “You,” I say, climbing off the bed, “have been giving me shit for the last several days about how you’re not getting the full experience.” I open a drawer and pick up the box there. “And you know me, I’m a competitive motherfucker. I want five stars.” I set the heavy box next to her on the bed.
“What it that?”
“You said I could use you however I wanted, remember?” I take the lid off.
She’s straining against the leather cuffs. “Shit.”
There’s thirty-five minutes left on the timer.
Her eyes are dilated, her face flushed.
“What do you say, Mandy, my little prisoner? You want to engage in my deepest, darkest fantasies? Don’t worry—they aren’t too dark. You’ll be able to walk after. Well, mostly.”
She licks her lips, weighing the options between pleasure and release. “What if I say no?”
“Then I’ll fuck you one more time and pour you a glass of wine.”
“And if I say yes?”
I raise an eyebrow.
She’s craning her head, trying to see in the box.
“Yes or no?”
Her pink tongue darts out again. It’s driving me crazy. “You have to go get the casserole out of the oven,” she tells me.
