She rests her cheek against my foot, kissing my ankles, my shoelaces.
I stand up so fast the chair tips back onto the floor.
She takes me up the ass again—and again.
“You want me to stop? The deal’s still on the table. Isn’t that why you came over here?” I fuck into her hard and deep, making her jerk toward the desk. “Hm?”
“N-Nooo,” she stutters as I thrust into her over and over. “No, don’t stop. That’s what I need. Fuck my pussy! I want you in my pussy!” she gasps.
I pull back and stare at her—the cum dripping down her thighs and her pussy, the bruises from my fingers on her hips, my tie knotted around her neck.
I want to taste her pussy, see how raw it is.
I roll on the condom then bury my cock in her. Her hips roll as she begs me to go deeper.
“Oh yeah, that’s gooood,” she slurs.
Her sweaty hair is plastered on her bare back. I grab it and listen to her tits bounce as I fuck her raw until I’m coming into the condom while she shudders and comes around me.
I stay buried in her—not ready for it to be done.
“You have to let me go now,” she finally moans.
“I told you.” My voice is hoarse.
“Then tell me what you want,” she pleads.
This—I’m hard again.
“I want you begging me to stop. I want you afraid and hopeless when you realize I’m never letting you go.” I slam into her pussy.
“Please.” She sounds panicked now.
“I’m going to keep using you as my little sex toy until I break you.” She moans as I take her.
I can stop anytime; it’s addictive though, this power.
“Let me go, let me go!” she cries.
“You gonna beg and promise me that you’ll do anything if I just let you go?” I fuck hard and deep into her until I’m practically knotted in her, then I feel her pussy clench around me, and I’m emptying my balls into her again.
God, I’ve never come so hard in my life.
Without the dildo in her and my hands on her hips, she collapses to the carpet.
I panic for a second until she rolls over.
“Turn around,” she orders me.
“No. You’re my prisoner.”
“Then at least turn the lights back off. I’m a mess. You can’t see me like this.”
“I want to look at you.”
“Why?” she whispers.
“Because you’re pretty,” I whisper. “You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
