“One—no, two, thank you, Sir,” I gasp out, and the moment I said it, my arousal peaks with my core pulsating.
Slap.
“Three, thank you, Sir,” I say, my core already pulsating in waves.
She repeats the slapping until we reach ten.
“Ten, thank you, Sir.”
“Yes, you have been so grateful and good for me,” she says, and my core purrs for a release. She kneels down behind me.
Her face digs into me, and without another warning, she enters me with her tongue.
“Fuck me,” I breathe out, because the sensation of it is beyond.
“I will fuck you until you scream my name,” she says, stopping with the tongue and using her fingers.
She slides them in and out fast, and I moan with every time a bit louder. Her other hand softly slaps my clit.
Holy shit.
I need a release.
“Oh, I can already feel you coming,” she says. “Come on, come for me, now!”
And with that, my core clenches, and a wave of my orgasm pulsates through me.
Relief spreads from my core into my limbs, and I want to ride out the sensation, but she doesn’t let me.
She grasps the back of my hair and pulls my head back, not stopping to fuck her with my fingers.
“I wonder if I am right,” she says, “Because I believe my good girl here likes things a bit rougher. Am I right?”
“She does,” I say, because the moment she has pulled me back by the hair, even more lust consumed me.
“Feel that,” she says as she enters me harder with more fingers. “You are mine,” she says, her voice getting dark. “And I am going to take what I want from you.”
I didn’t know I was turned on by dirty talk until she said it. A part of me wants to fight her, but then, I can’t. Because it just feels too good to be taken like this.
“You will take my fingers and hand like the good girl you are,” she says, and my core pulsates again.
Heat consumes my entire body as I can’t tell where up and down is anymore from just the sensation she gives me, showing me my place.
She grabs onto me with four of her fingers.
“Holy shit!” I shout out because I can’t anymore.
My breathing is erratic, and everything tingles from my nose to my toes.
“Yes, that’s what I want to hear. I’m going to fist you now, because you’re my fucktoy, and I want to see you come for me again.”
My mind is completely turned off at this point. There is not a single thought I have. There is just this feeling of being wanted and desired and…held.
“Tell me, are you my fucktoy?” she asks.
“Yes,” I breathe out. I need her to do it, need to. Which is why words just come out of my mouth without thinking, “Please, Sir, please use me as your fucktoy.”
And then she pushes her entire hand in.
