“That’s my little cumslut.”
I run the flat of my palm up the inside of her thigh, and she shudders as I step between her legs, my cock hard against her. She tries to squeeze her legs shut and I let go of my cock to smack her thigh.
“No. Open.”
She jolts against me, eyes fiery.
“Keep them open,” I growl.
Her fingernails dig into my hand, as I pin her thighs open with my legs. Yanking off my tie, I bind her wrists together then secure them to the iron drawer pull on the back of the table.
I pause to admire her. Arms tied behind her back, welted ass on display in that red thong, her dress pushed halfway up her back, her hair coming loose around her face. I’m standing between her thick thighs spread wide, the crotch of her panties damp and clinging to her wet pussy. Fuck, she looks so good.
I drop to my knees, and drag my fingertips lightly up her inner thighs to those wet silky panties. Hooking my fingers in theband, I drag them down and off in one movement then move close enough to breathe her in without touching her glistening pussy.
She makes a broken sound above me. This time it’s not outrage.
“Be still.” My voice is gravel. “Don’t move.”
I press my mouth to the inside of her thigh and feel her whole body shudder.
“Vin.” It’s muffled but unmistakable, couched in a moan. I snake my hand up over her torso and yank out the gag.
Sinking back down, I drag the tip of my tongue up her wet slit and pause at her clit. “Yes, princess?”
Her voice comes in breathless gasps. “This is only for today. This doesn’t mean anything. Just for today—”
I put my mouth on her and she arches her back so hard, rising up off the table.
She’s fighting me. I can feel it. With every little lick, every nip of her soft skin, she fights for control, to stay still, to be quiet. But her pussy tells me the truth, dripping all over me. I smile licking up every drop slowly.
“Just one—”
I close my mouth over her, and she cuts off mid-sentence with a sound that echoes off the stone walls.
“It’s just one day,” she tries again, desperate now, like the words are a life raft, her hips rolling toward me in spite of herself.
I flatten my tongue and stay there. Her breathing shudders and her thighs tremble as she tries to brace herself against the table. When it doesn’t work, I press her legs as wide as possible, spread her open and eat her pussy until I feel her stiffen, on the edge of coming.
Then I stop and pull back, she waits, her breathing shallow. When I don’t move, don’t touch her, her eyes fly open and she glare sat me over her shoulder.
“What the heck, Vin?”
I grin. “You want to come, princess?”
“Vin! What are you doing?” She bangs her head softly against the table, groaning.
“It’s called orgasm denial. If you want to come, you’re going to have to beg.”
She slams the side of her face back onto the table and glares at the far wall. “I will absolutely not—“
I bury my face in her pussy, shoving my tongue into her tight opening, fucking her with my tongue hard and fast. She screams, writing against me, and just when she’s about to come, I stop.
“VIN!” She screams my name in frustration and squeezes her thighs around my head, trying to force me back.
I just laugh. “If you want to come—”
“Vin, please! Please! PLEASE!”
