28. Ethan
Cassidy shudders under me when I drag off my belt.
My mind is yelling at me to stop. I’m crossing a line, and once I’m on the other side, I’ll never be able to go back. This will change everything… and there’s a part of me that’s convinced it will end in tragedy.
The other part of me doesn’t give a fuck. It’s the baser part of me that cares only about the here-and-now. Instant gratification. The section of my psyche that grabs my cock when I have morning wood and strokes it until I come.
Cassidy’s emerald eyes go wide when I fold the leather in half and stroke it down the side of her face. She shies away from the touch, her legs shifting under me to clamp closed.
But that won’t do. Not at all.
I sit back on my heels, ignoring the uncomfortable way my dick fills the front of my sweats. It’s straining to get out, but I won’t let that happen until I’m ready to plunge balls-deep into Cassidy’s pussy.
“Open,” I murmur, tapping my belt against the outside of her thigh.
I expect her to resist, but she bites down on her puffy bottom lip and slowly parts her legs for me.
My breath hitches as I stare down at her gleaming pussy.
“More. I want to see every inch of you.”
Her right leg falls open as far as the back of the couch allows, her left dropping even further with nothing to stop it.
I soak in the sight of her splayed open for me, the way she’s dripping onto the fur throw under her ass, the way her thighs tremble as I take my time looking her over.
Her hands are in fists at her sides, tufts of fur spiking up between her fingers.
I tap the folded edge of my belt against her clit, and she shifts under me, moaning at the touch.
Harder.
Harder.
When I bring the leather down in a firm pat, Cassidy gasps, her back arching up from the sofa. Her pussy leaks from the touch and she shifts down on the cushion, opening herself even more to me as her ass moves closer to her heels.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I murmur. “Show me how much you want this, toy.”
She hesitates and then releases the fur. Her hands inch around her ass cheeks, and then she reluctantly touches her pussy lips.
“Show me,” I growl, salivating at how fucking shy she is.
God, the ways I could ruin this girl.
The dirty, filthy, terrible things I could make her do.
Do to her.
My balls ache painfully at the thought.
Cassidy’s chest flutters as she takes an uneven breath, then she carefully peels herself open, baring her pink pussy to me. A rivulet of creamy arousal drips out of her, forcing a rough growl from me.
I drag the belt through those tender folds, coating the leather with her juices. When I bring it to my lips and lick it off, she mewls. Her cheeks go red, but she can’t look away.
Jesus, I can’t take it anymore.
The innocence in her eyes is too much. Her shame, her reluctance. I want to teach her to embrace every hedonistic urge and thought in her mind.
I grab her waist and haul her up from the sofa. She barely has time to squeak in fright before I have her draped over the back of the sofa. Her ass is in the air, bruises already yellowing and some almost faded to nothing, but bright enough to send a painful ache of lust through my cock and deep into my balls.
“Open,” I command.
Maybe she’s too terrified to move, but this time she doesn’t obey. She’s teetering on the back of the sofa, her hands on the cushions below her to stop her from toppling forward.
My mouth waters from her taste—a fucking tease—and I want nothing more than to burrow my head between her legs. But she’s not obeying me, and she already knows the punishment for that.
The belt cracks as it lands on her plump ass.
She yelps and immediately shifts forward, trying to crawl over the sofa and away from the pain.
I could drag her back. Tie her down so she’ll stay exactly where I put her. But this has to come from her. If she’s going to obey, then it can’t be because I don’t give her any other choice.
“Stop.”
She freezes, her body folding over the back of the sofa as she considers her next move.
“Yes…” I rumble, trailing my belt down the curve of her ass. “Perfect.”
I give her another lash, my dick weeping at her yell of pain.
Another. Another.
Her thighs are trembling, and I’m sure I hear a wretched sob break from her as I lay another blow over her plump ass cheek.
“You can yell as much as you want,” I tell her as I run my hand over her warmed flesh, “but I know you like it. If you didn’t…” I ram my fingers into her pussy, and her back arches as she throws back her head for a gasp of pleasure. “Then you wouldn’t be this fucking wet, toy.”
A smile teases the corners of my mouth as I work my fingers in and out of her drenched pussy. I thrust them deep inside her, keeping them buried up to the knuckles before parting them.
She pushes back, letting out a breathy pant and a soft, “Oh, God.”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Fuck!” she whispers like a curse.
“I bet you like my belt so much, you wished I’d fuck you with it,” I tell her.
She tenses around my fingers as I force the first inch of leather into her dripping pussy, using my fingers to keep her open.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, toy?” I croon, pulling out my fingers so her pussy clenches around the leather.
Her body quakes. “No,” she whispers. “Please, take it out.”
“What’s wrong?” I reach past her dangling legs and trace a circle around her clit. “I thought you liked my belt.”
Cassidy whimpers, and a trickle of arousal runs down the leather. I work it in and out of her, a finger circling her clit without touching it, teasing her.
She starts panting, then mewling.
I’m the first to break.
She’s enjoying this punishment way too much.
I drop the belt, and fall to my knees behind the sofa, dragging her ass cheeks apart. Her pussy peels open for me. I glide my tongue over her pussy, all the way from her clit to her asshole.
Her gasp is like a whip crack.
My cock aches painfully, still trapped behind my jeans, but I relish the pressure. It reminds me just how good it’s going to feel to fuck Cassidy… as soon as I’ve licked every inch of her slit.
I dive forward, clamping my mouth over her pussy, and she tries to move away, embarrassed, horrified—I don’t know what.
I couldn’t give a fuck. I’m taking what I want, and there’s not a thing she can do about it.
I lap up every inch of her, sucking on her pussy lips, teasing her clit with my teeth, poking my tongue against her tight little asshole. She whimpers and moans and tries to fight me off, but when I force the tip of my finger into her asshole and my tongue into her pussy, she goes rigid.
“Oh… my… fucking… God…” she groans breathlessly.
My balls ache with anticipation when her pussy clenches me. It only takes a few thrusts with my finger in her tight little hole before she comes.
And fuck, I drink her down with a groan that comes all the way from my balls.