She leans back, blushing furiously, and spreads her legs. Not fast enough for me, though. I push them wider apart, and position her so she’s sitting in front of me, facing a dusty mirror hanging on the other side of the room.
“Spread your pussy lips now.”
“Logan!” she gasps again.
“I said, spread them,” I growl.
Her cheeks are redder than her hair as she at last brings her fingers to her cunt and parts her lips for me. Some sick part of me enjoys her embarrassment, and when she squeezes her eyes shut and looks away, I whip her head back and force her to keep her eyes on the mirror.
“Look at that,” I breathe in her ear. “Look how fucking hot you are, Lia. Now touch yourself.”
She lets go of her folds, and I grab them and spread them wider, so wide she chokes out a pained cry. But then she brings a finger down and timidly touches her pussy.
She wasn’t lying when she said she’d never touched herself. She doesn’t know the first thing about it.
“Make circles,” I say, guiding her hand with my own. “You gotta make circles. That’s your clit. You won’t go to hell if you touch it.”
She inhales sharply as I press her finger to it, then force her to explore every part of herself. At last, she throws her head back, allowing me to control her fingers as they stroke her.
“Fuck yes,” she moans. “Fuck, yes, Logan…”
“What does the church think about all the swearing?” I chuckle, teasing her clit.
“They would probably… be really fucking… pissed about it…” she huffs out between loud moans.
“Uh huh.” I wrap my hand around her fingers, watching as her pussy gets wetter. “And what would your daddy say if he could see his good girl now? His little princess?”
“I’m not his good girl,” she groans. “I haven’t been in a long time, Logan… not since… not since… ooooh!”
“Let’s show him what a naughty girl you can be then,” I rasp, pushing two fingers into her soaking wet cunt just as she starts to spasm.
“Logan… Logan… oh, my fucking god!”
Her pussy grips my fingers as I drive them into her fast. I keep going, deepening her orgasm until she lies still, panting. Then I bring my fingers up to her mouth.
“Suck them for me,” I breathe in her ear.
“Logan…”
“Suck.”
I push the fingers deep into her, gagging her, filling her as viciously as I filled her cunt. Then I rub the mixture of saliva and arousal onto her face, before dragging her up to my lap and crushing her to me, shaking with a sudden, violent emotion that I’m helpless to contain.
“I need you, Lia. I fucking need you. I… just fucking… I need you.”
The humiliating words spill out of my mouth. I’m powerless to stop them. All I can do is hold her, and hate myself for the way I’m returning to that place I’d promised myself I’d never go back to.
Lia doesn’t say anything at first, and a thick silence settles between us. My heart racing, I loosen my hold on her. This girl is going to fucking end me.
I may have her in my hands, but she’s the one who’s got me wrapped around her little finger.
At last I feel the tickle of her breath against my neck as she opens her mouth. It takes her a few seconds to manage, “Logan.”
“Yeah,” I say, my heartbeat picking back up, wondering if she’s going to say the words that would stop the spiral.
“Logan… you’re not… you’re not really going to bring us back to Carmelo, are you?”
They’re not the words I was hoping for, but they stopped the spiral alright. The question rings out in my ears, and my arms suddenly feel like cold lead around her body.
