Ah, shit. She begs so prettily. I’m tempted to forgo her punishment and give her the orgasm she wants. But then I remember the bratty attitude and lie that led to her needing to be punished…
I need to decide soon because she’s getting close. She grinds harder and faster against my mouth with trembling thighs, her moans growing louder and her grip on my hair turns borderline painful. And then her body grows taunt, her breath catching in her throat.
I yank her away from my mouth before she can tip over the edge.
“No! Rhys,please!” she cries, sounding distraught as she tries to jerk her pussy back to my mouth. “What the hell?”
I tighten my hold on her ass, keeping her still as she whimpers at the loss of her orgasm. She glances down at me, a look of devastation on her beautiful face. While I’m not a sadist, I can’t help the thrill of pleasure and satisfaction that races down my spine.
“Remember what I said earlier, princess. Your punishment for lying to me is one edged orgasm. Understand?” I search her face, needing to make sure that I haven’t pushed her too far.
“I understand.” Ollie puffs out a heavy breath, looking so goddamn dejected that it almost breaks my heart.
I’m about to call the session off and go straight to aftercare when I spot the sparkle in her eyes and the slight twitch of her lips. My gaze narrows as she fights to keep the sadness on her face, but doesn’t quite succeed.
The little…
“Alright, brat. You want to come? I’ll make you come.” Without warning, I yank her pussy back onto my mouth, wrap my lips around her clit andsuck.
She shrieks at the sudden pressure and bucks against my mouth, stuck between wanting to get closer and wanting to get away. To add to her overwhelming pleasure, I slip one hand between her thighs and spear her with two fingers, groaning at how hot and wet she feels. I keep a close eye on her, wary of pushing her too far, but she doesn’t say stop and she doesn’t tap me either.
“Rhys,” she whimpers as I find her g-spot and stroke it in time with my relentless suction on her clit.
“Come for me,” I demand as I overwhelm her body with as much pleasure as I can, practically shoving her towards her orgasm until she’s a trembling, sobbing mess.
In no time at all, she’s crying out and convulsing on top of me as her orgasm rips through her. Wetness gushes from her cunt as she clenches hard around my fingers, making me wish it was my cock.
Next time.
I continue my assault on her pussy, riding her through her orgasm until she’s gasping and pulling my hair. But I don’t stop. I keep finger fucking her tight pussy while licking and sucking on her clit. The noises pouring out of her turn into wild, desperate keens and whimpers as I wring another orgasm from her.
“R-Rhys. Please…” She shudders above me, and I can tell she’s nearly reaching her limit.
Not wanting to push her too far, I remove my lips from her clit and my fingers from her soaking, twitching pussy.
“Are you okay?” I ask Ollie as she collapses with a groan, her body still trembling from the aftershocks.
“Yeah,” she pants. “Although I think you just ruined me.”
“That was my aim.” I chuckle, a cocky smile on my lips as I admire how completely wrecked she looks. Her face is flushed, her eyes are heavylidded and her breaths are coming out in short pants. It’s a fantastic look on her, one I’ll be putting on her face time and time again if I have my way.
“Come here, princess. Let me hold you,” I say as I help her scoot down until she’s lying beside me on my less injured side, her head on my chest. She’s still wary of my ribs, but she at least doesn’t fight me when I take her hand and place it over my heart.
As an experienced Dominant, I know how important aftercare is, and until recently, it’s always been nothing more than an obligation. But as I stroke and kiss Ollie and tell her how good she was for me, I’m quickly finding that with her, it’s becoming one of my favourite things. Even more so when she snuggles closer to me with a happy sigh and caresses my chest.
It’s official; I’m in love with this wonderful woman.
Rats in a Trap
Olivia
After delivering two mind-blowingorgasms, Rhys pulls me against his less injured side and snuggles me. It’s sweet and exactly what I need after the intensity of the sex we just experienced. But, as much as I want to stay like this, we can’t.
All too soon, Rhys gets up and grabs a wet cloth to clean me up. I pout at the loss of his warmth, even as my heart melts at how well he takes care of me. With both of us cleaned up, I force myself to go to the toilet before redressing in warm, clean clothes. By the time I emerge from the bathroom, Rhys is dressed and packing two backpacks.
He glances up at my approach. “Good, you’re dressed. I’ve packed a rucksack with a change of clothes, some meal packs, water bottles and other shit we might need for our journey back.” He stands and hands me the lighter-looking bag of the two.
My eyes narrow at the other bag. “Are you sure you should be carrying that with your injuries?”
