Chapter 15 #2
And slowly, slowly, one hand slides down her body to her waiting sex.
Her fingers trace a path over her flat stomach, across her mound, through the trimmed thatch of her pubic hair that will soon be permanently gone.
To her cunt, wet with her need and desire.
Her legs spread a little wider, and I didn’t tell her to do that.
Her fingers open in her folds, revealing herself to me. Pink, delicate, and so very wet.
When I return my gaze to her face, she has her eyes screwed tightly shut.
“Good girl.” I don’t need to say it, but it’s so much fun.
She gives a full body shudder, writhing on the sheet. Her hips twitching, spine shifting, butt rubbing against the silk. And I bet she can feel that.
“Keep it spread open,” I tell her, deliberately reminding her what she’s doing. That she has to keep doing it, just like I made her raise her ass.
I’m rewarded with another whimper. But I still don’t move. My cock, if anything, is harder than it was before.
Her pussy’s exposed to me in ways it never has been before, but I’m not looking at it. I’m watching her face. And I don’t have to wait long.
Her tightly clenched eyes relax, just a fraction. Still closed, but easing up.
Then her tongue licks at my cock, warm and wet. Tentative. Involuntary?
It disappears as she pulls it back, the sensation fading.
And I still wait.
I count six seconds before it returns, wetter than before, firmer. She licks, and this time there’s no denying it’s deliberate.
God, I wish I knew what she was thinking. Is she just tasting me? Is she trying to resist, and failing? Has she rationalized that if she makes me come, this’ll all end?
I don’t think it’s the latter; she’s not trying hard enough.
I feed her my cock, helping her out. My length slides between her lips, deeper into her mouth. She sucks once, like it was an accident. Then her mouth falls open, passively letting me use it, not involving herself at all.
And that won’t do, either.
“Open your eyes, Tink.”
It’s not immediate, but she obeys. She meets my gaze without being told, and the fire is back. Or it never went away.
The moment I see it, I draw back until I’m just inside her mouth, then push forward again.
The whimper’s louder this time. Her cheeks are flushed, her nostrils dilating. Her lips surround my cock, the best image in the world. Her mouth isn’t slack anymore, it’s fully engaged, and I don’t think she’s even realized.
“That’s right,” I say softly. “Suck it.”
It’s a deliberate provocation, because I want to see her fire again. She doesn’t disappoint.
Then her eyes close again.
“No. Open them. Keep them open.” Or you’ll be punished hangs in the air. I don’t say it, but we both hear it.
Her eyes flick open, and this time there’s no fire, but submission in their depths. Her need, raw.
It’s time. I begin to fuck her mouth, drawing out slowly, pushing back in.
Using it, because it’s mine to use. I don’t go deep—not yet—but I let her taste me.
And I feel her tongue playing over my crown, a gentle suction where her lips ring my cock.
She’s already better at this than she’s ever been before.
More engaged, more willing—the irony almost makes me smile.
But I don’t want her to think I’m laughing at her, not when she’s doing so well.
“You’re doing so well.”
The fire comes back. It’s such a delightful dichotomy. I compliment her, she likes it, she hates that she likes it. And now I do smile, letting her see my amusement. Letting her know I’ve noticed her reactions, clocked them, that I understand her.
I enjoy being in her mouth, but I love being in her head. Especially when she fights me so.
Then I realize—slow to it, admittedly, but then I have been distracted—it’s not me she’s fighting. It’s herself.
My Vicky is losing the battle to her own body, her own mind. I’m only the catalyst.
“Do you want me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours?”
A glare. A brush of her teeth against my cock. The arm pinned beneath my leg twitches, like she wants to push me off.
I think it’s a no.
“When you do, simply lift your knees and spread them wider.”
Her glare intensifies, which I didn’t think was possible. Her eyes, so expressive. She’s telling me everything I need to know, and she hasn’t said a word in minutes.
“Until then,” I say, goading her further, “play with yourself. I want to see your fingers on your clit, inside you. But if you come, the belt’s coming out.”
She gives a little cry around my cock, high and short. Her eyes close, then she opens them again before I have to say anything. Between her legs, her hand begins to move, and to my delight, her tongue licks with more enthusiasm.
It takes a surprisingly short time. I thought I’d have to fuck her throat a bit, or at least wait another minute. But her knees come up, they spread open, and her fingers cease their ministrations on her pussy. She moans her need around my cock, her eyes close, and this time I let them.
I know what’s happened. She’s that close to coming, that another touch will put her over the edge. She was going to come with my cock in her mouth, and she fears I’ll follow through on my threat. She’s offering me her pussy instead.
“As you wish.”
I pull out of her mouth. Lower my leg from the bed—it was uncomfortable, anyway. Release her head.
She doesn’t try to move. Her knees don’t lower, or close. Her eyes open, and she watches me as I take a step along the side of the bed, climb on, between her feet. Kneel up over her.
Her hand falls away, and there are no barriers between me and her open, wet cunt. She’s so aroused that her hole is barely covered, her labia parted, slick and glistening. And I already know she’s close to orgasm.
I inch forward, between her spread thighs, and rub the tip of my cock up through her folds. She jerks, knees twitching, but makes no attempt to close her legs.
She hasn’t said a word, and there’s nothing stopping her speaking. My Vicky, whose tongue is as sharp as it is pleasurable, has nothing to say.
It’s just another barrier to overcome.
“Beg me to fuck you.”
She shivers. Her stomach clenches, and releases. She’s bearing down on nothing inside her pussy, and she wants something in there. Her eyes close, then open again. There’s no attempt at denial, no shake of her head.
“Please…” she says, so softly I barely catch it. “Please. Put it… in me.”
“Not good enough. Beg me to fuck you.”
She turns her head to the side, avoiding looking at me. Her eyes close, rather than see me as she acquiesces to her own desires. “Fuck me.”
“Look at me when you ask that.”
Another shudder. Her chest rises and falls with a breath. Her head comes around, eyes opening, fire flaring. “Fuck me, damn it. Put it in me, and goddamn fuck me already.”
I smile, slow and deliberate. “Good girl.”
Her whimper of humiliation merges with her gasp as I push my cock inside her. She’s wet, yes, but oh so tight. I have to force my way in, and I’m fine with that. Her gasp becomes a soft cry, and her knees spread wider as she tries to adjust.
“Too much…” she breathes.
We’ve had this problem before. The first stretch is as painful for her as it is delicious for me. But this time, she’s so very aroused that I decide she’s protesting out of habit.
I draw back then thrust forward, and my cock slides home. I’m lying half over her, taking my weight with one hand, looking down into her face so I don’t miss a moment of her reactions. She cries out, and her pussy clenches around me. That was fast; she usually fights to relax.
I don’t need to hold my cock in position anymore; her pussy’s doing it for me. I bring my other hand up, bracing myself with arms either side of her. Her hands find my shoulders, fingers gripping. Pulling me to her.
I had intended to wait within her. Give her a chance to grow accustomed. But hell—if she’s ready, I am.
She begged me to fuck her, not make love to her, and that’s what I do.
Long, slow strokes back out. Hard, merciless thrusts back in.
She lifts her knees up, opening herself more, like she wants the pain, she wants the pleasure, she wants me deeper.
I shift my angle until it’s perfect, until each thrust slides into her as deep as I can get.
She gives me a sound every time. A whimper, at first. Those become a gasp.
Then a little high-pitched noise, uncontrolled and short.
The bed creaks. Her calves grip my flanks.
Her skin is so flushed, it reaches her breasts, tinging them pink.
Her nipples are so hard, begging for my mouth, but that will have to wait. I’m busy.
Her fingers dig into my flesh, and her lips part, head turned to the side. Her eyes closed a long time ago. Her muscles tense, her breathing stops, and her pussy clenches around me, making her tighter still. It pulses as she comes beneath me, her thighs trembling with the force of it.
She’s gripping my cock so tight I grunt with the effort of maintaining my pace, each thrust forcing my way into her.
I can feel every ridge inside her, and the sensation makes me lose my rhythm.
My strokes get shorter as my own release rapidly approaches.
I think she feels it too, for her arms slide around my neck, pulling me down against her, legs wrapping around my hips, drawing me in.
I shudder in pleasure as I release inside her, an explosive breath accompanying my orgasm, and she clenches again in response, another soft whimper escaping.
I fall to lie with my full weight on her, feeling her breasts against my chest, the warmth of her body beneath mine, our skin slick with perspiration where we touch. She grips me, holding me with arms and legs, and I can feel her heart racing.
In that moment, I feel something I haven’t felt before. Protectiveness, yes. Her vulnerability calling to me, definitely. That she’s mine, completely and utterly mine, without a doubt. Something else, though. Something I can’t put a name on.
I file it away for later.
Her eyes flicker open, finding mine, and I draw back enough to see her face.
“I hate you,” she says softly, then lifts her lips up to brush them against mine.
Wrong verb. It makes me smile.
But then, there’s not a lot of room between love and hate, and I know she really loves me.
I slide from her, our bodies slick and sticky with the residue of our lovemaking. No, of me fucking her. Usually, I let her go for a shower, clean herself off. Not tonight.
Tonight, I tuck an arm around her waist, pulling her back against me. She can sleep in my bed with my cum inside her, with my cock pressing up against her well-spanked ass.
I cup her breast, her nipple hard in my palm, and let out a slow breath.
“This is home, Tink,” I tell her. “This is where you belong.”
She makes no reply, but she doesn’t need to.
We both know it’s true.