“That's it.”I watch her cheeks redden with my praise.“You're being so good, my beautiful girl.You're fucking perfect.”
I lean my head downward, closer to her core, and inhale her sweet aroma.My head swims with the intoxicating scent.The need to taste her becomes overwhelming, morphing into a living force that demands it.Her hips buck as I run my tongue up her slit.
I suck her clit into my mouth and she rewards me by moaning deep from her throat.The sounds of her pleasure demolish any remaining restraint I have.I feast on her like a starving man, lapping up her arousal before dipping my tongue inside her.
My eyes drift up to her face.Her eyes are closed, her face contorted with lust.
“Open your eyes, Ava,” I growl against her wet folds.
Not only do her eyes remain closed, but she pinches them tighter, little lines forming beside them with the effort.
I slap her inner thigh with my open palm, reveling in the sound of her resulting whimper.“Look at me right now, or I'll stop.”
That gets her attention.Her eyes rocket open.As she stares down at me between her thighs, her cheeks take on a redness so deep it's nearly purple.
“That's my good girl,” I hum, “you're listening so well.”
I reward her by swirling my tongue around her clit while slowly pushing a finger into her perfect little cunt.She wiggles, pushing her body closer to me, silently begging for more.I slide a second finger inside, feeling her stretch around me.
I play with her, watching her reactions and listening to the cues her body gives me.I rock my fingers inside her, pulling them in and out slowly at first before increasing my pace.My fingers curl, stroking a spot that makes her writhe and moan.
She makes a strangled noise in her throat and her pussy tightens around my fingers.She grinds her core against my tongue.A sense of desperation claws inside my chest.I'm desperate to watch her come undone, to know what she tastes like when she cums.But I can't give it to her, not yet.
She whines when I lift my mouth from her, her hips wiggling desperately until I replace it with my thumb.I rub soft circles around her clit.“Be a good girl and tell me what you want.”
Her mouth moves, releasing stifled sounds and incoherent syllables.
My fingers still inside of her.“Use your words or you get nothing.”
“Please,” she begs, “please let me come.”
She begs so sweetly that I almost give in.Almost.She needs to learn how to submit to me fully in order to be rewarded.She writhes, desperately struggling against the cord wrapped around her legs, trying to pull my fingers further into her.
“What’s my name to you, little bird?”I ask.
She stills, her lips quivering with anxiety.I watch the struggle in her eyes, the flashes of desperation and fear.A tear trickles out of the corner of her eye, dripping down her temple and falling to the floor.She’s so beautiful when she cries.
I pinch her clit between my fingers until she cries out.“My name to you, Ava, say it.Say it and I’ll let you come.”
“P-please,” she whispers, her voice shaking with uncertainty, “let me come…master.”
“There's my good girl,” I praise.
I pump my fingers in and out with vigor, and increase the pressure on her clit.Her legs quake, her fight against her binds renewing as she chases her orgasm.One that I absolutely will not deny her.
I curl my fingers inside of her and pinch her clit, watching her eyes roll back.“Come for me, precious.”
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!”she screams, her pussy clenching around my fingers with her release.I press a third finger into her, coaxing her through orgasm.When I pull my fingers out, I watch her arousal drip from her, wishing it was my come.Though if it was, I wouldn’t let it leave her body.I'd stuff it back inside of her, keeping her soaked in my scent, marking her as mine.
Soon, I remind the insistent beast raging inside my chest,very fucking soon.
