26 - Did somebody die? #2
I glance up, satisfied she’s still behaving.
My fingers trail their way across her skin, tracing her hips and dipping between her hot thighs.
When I slide my index finger across her opening, I smirk at just how wet she is.
Two fingers easily dip inside her, setting a relentless rhythm that pushes her close to the edge of her orgasm, but is never quite enough to tip her over.
Cordelia’s a sensitive little flower due to her lack of sexual experience so I have to keep a rein on my advances.
That won’t last long though. The more we play and experiment.
The more I drive my cock into her tight hole the less sensitive she’ll become.
And the more fucking ruthless I’ll be.
“Fuck, Logan,” she whimpers, rubbing her buttocks over the bench. “I’m so close.”
I eye her long, slender fingers, twitching with the desire to feel skin beneath them.
With my knees resting on the floor, I push hers outwards, opening her up wide to me.
The view of her smooth spread pussy is absolute perfection.
I run my tongue along my lips, wetting them, before pressing them to her pink cunt, and licking a long stroke from her opening to her clit.
Her sensitive bud sits between my lips, and it takes exactly four seconds for her to break the rules and shove her long fingernails in my hair to try and take control of the rhythm.
That game is always destined for failure; it’s the whole point.
Fingers wrapping around her wrists like a vice, I put a stop to her pursuit. I lift my eyes, smirking at her over her smooth tummy. She sees my predatory gaze and shrinks backwards. So beautiful, like a wilting flower.
“Wait,” she cries, squiggling to free herself from my grip. “I didn’t mean to. You were— “
I release her and stand up slowly, keeping my eyes trained on the stunning specimen laid out on the bench for my taking. Leaning over her lithe body, I slip the knot undone, freeing her hands. This smug little grin makes its way to her face which I quickly quash with my next words.
“All fours, on the bench.”
Cordelia looks certifiably horrified, blinking, and fluttering her thick lashes at me. I cock a brow at her, eyes flashing impatiently.
“I’m not going to ask again.”
She stares at me like she’s not sure if she wants to obey me or slap me. Both would turn me on to be fair. Face contorted with confusion, she sits up, dutifully swivelling to face the wall. Raising her glorious rear end up in the air for me.
I seize a towel from the shelf and dangle the edge of the material across the soft skin of her buttocks, toying with her. The skins healed nicely since our session a couple of weeks back. Which gives me a gloriously blank canvas to mar again.
“Face the wall,” I order, circling the air with my index finger. She holds my gaze for a couple of seconds longer and I’m about to spank her just for her disobedience. But then her eyelids drop closed and she twists her long neck to face the wall.
A featherlight touch is all that’s needed as I dance the tips of my fingers over her arse, loving the way she arches her back at the sensation pooling in her core. With my other hand I silently twirl the towel until it’s coiled tight into one long twist.
Legs spread wide, I brace myself, drawing my arm back. My fingers vanish, leaving her skin tingly and cold, but they’re quickly replaced with the almighty thwack as the towel strikes her skin. Red blossoms her pale complexion like a vibrant work of art.
When she whirls around, her mouth is open, words caught in her throat as a concoction of shock, pain and intrigue flits across her face.
I offer her a lascivious smile and gesture for her to turn around again.
She complies, and I do it again. Except this time, I flick the material in such a way the end catches her pussy.
She gasps audibly, jerking her head up high.
I strike her again and a full body shudder crashes over her, followed by hot arousal dripping down her thighs onto the bench.
Fuck me.
The towel falls to my feet, as I allow my hands to smooth over the newly puckered skin.
She shies away from my touch, but I don’t yield.
Instead, I spit on her arse and let the saliva dribble between her cheeks.
With a gentle caress of my fingers I smother the small orifice, making sure it’s nice and lubricated.
Then I slowly ease the tip of a finger inside.
Her eyes spring open, muscles going deliciously tense around the digit.
And my mind reels with visions of her strangling my cock with her tight ring.
But that will have to wait. I’ll need to train her back hole to stretch wide to allow for my girth.
I’ll teach her to drink up the pleasure and the pain. To revel in the thrill it can bring.
“Try and relax.” I mould my body into the arch of her back to stop her squirming away, trying to relieve herself from the completely alien sensation she’s unsure what to make of.
“How am I meant to relax with your finger up my— “
I smother a chuckle, and in one swift action, push it all the way inside to shut her up.
Her hole devours my finger up to the knuckle, pulling from her a beautiful melodic moan that makes me ache to really be inside her.
I pump faster, and she thrusts her hips in rhythm with me, getting desperately closer to her precipice.
“Please.”
Back arched, head between her shoulders, eyes rolling back as she reaches her climax. Her screams are deafening, and I’m suddenly thankful for the blaring music of the party upstairs.
“There’s my good girl,” I purr into her ear as her body trembles beneath me in the aftershock.