Chapter 19
Gio
My blood rings with desire for her as I collapse into one of my kitchen chairs. I can’t think or concentrate on anything, and I’m not even sure how I ended up in the kitchen.
I can’t get the image of her cumming out of my mind. Her perfect body, her full lips, her moans fill me with such intense desire. Though I didn’t touch her, it was still the sexiest thing I’d ever been involved with.
The tension between us was incredible. As I stroked my cock and she watched, fucking her own pussy, I knew that she was mine. I can still feel the post-orgasm bliss as I sit here, slowly coming back to myself.
Grace is a dirty fucking girl, and now I’m sure of it. She’s a fucking freak, and I’m going to bring the slut out of her. That was a good start, but there’s so much more work to be done.
I’m going to make her my fuck slave. Once she gets a taste of my thick cock buried deep inside that greedy little pussy, she’ll know she’s mine. There won’t be any other way. Once I make her back arch, her muscles clench, and her nipples hard, she’ll be begging for more and more and more.
And I’ll give it to her. I’ll be good to her. I’ll give her everything.
I finally get my shit together and stand. I glance at the clock and begin to prepare her dinner. I decide to make her something special, so I drink some whisky as I cook.
Duke comes into the room and watches me, head cocked, tail wagging.
“We’re close, boy,” I say to him, tossing him some scraps. He catches them, tail wagging. “She’s driving me insane. That dirty fucking girl. She pretends to be all broken and innocent, but now I know better. Now I know what she’s really like.”
I go back to cooking, shaking my head. Listen to me, talking to my fucking dog. I must be really losing it over this girl. Duke eventually leaves the kitchen, heading back to lounge on his bed while I put the final touches on her meal.
A beautifully seared steak sits on top of buttery, garlicky mashed potatoes. French-style green beans sit to the side; French-style basically just means they were cooked in a shitload of butter. The delicious smell rises up to me, and I know she won’t be able to resist this.
It’s been two hours since I was last in there, and my cock is already stirring at the thought of going into her room. Watching her touch herself--that was just the start.
I’m going to get more, and soon.
The door clicks open, and I step into her room. I glance around at the space, smiling to myself at all of the luxuries I’ve provided her with. My gaze ends up on Grace hiding in her cage, the porn still playing in the background.
“Hello, princess,” I say to her.
“Are you here to punish me?” she asks with a slight smile. She’s breathing heavy and lying on her back in the cage. I can’t tell if she’s mocking me or not. It gets me hard either way.
“Not yet,” I say, and place the tray down on the table. I know she can smell the delicious food.
I stand in front of the entrance to her cage.
She stares back at me, not moving. The blanket covers most of her body, leaving her shoulders and her legs exposed.
I stare at her skin and remember how she looks with her fingers pressed deep inside of her pussy.
I know she’s soaking wet and tight, and I know she’s yearning for it as much as I am.
She’s gorgeous, so fucking gorgeous, and she needs to be fucked. She needs my thick cock to teach her what she really wants.
“You look hungry,” I say to her.
She glances at the empty table with her forehead pinched in confusion, then looks back to me. “No. I’m okay.”
“I’m not talking about food.” I kneel down in front of the entrance to her cage.
She watches me, curious. “What do you think I’m hungry for?” Her voice is breathless, and her eyes clouded in lust.
“I think your body is hungry for my touch,” I say. “You sit inside that cage day in and day out imagining what I’d do to you if you finally came out, don’t you?”
“No,” she says, but she doesn’t look away. Her blanket slides down ever so slightly, revealing the tops of her breasts.
“You’re thinking about it right now. What would happen if you let me touch you?”
“Nothing good,” she whispers.
“No,” I say, smirking at her. “It won’t be good at all. It will be very, very bad, princess. And right now, your body craves bad. Doesn’t it?”
“I don’t know,” she admits in a small whimper, and that sends a thrill through me.
“I know,” I say staring at her intensely. “You’re aching for it. Right now you want to throw off that blanket and crawl over here. Go ahead, princess. Crawl over to me.”
She watches me silently for a second, then obeys. She slowly gets on all fours. The blanket drapes loosely over her back, but I can see her perfect breasts, the incredible line of her flank down to her beautiful hips, and I’m hard as a fucking rock.
“What will you do if I come over there?” she asks.
“I’m going to give you what you want. We both know I can, princess. We both know I can make you feel things you’ve only dreamed about. You don’t have to be in a prison with me. Submit, give in, and I’ll make you feel free.”
She stares at me, biting her bottom lip, and crawls toward me. I stay still, watching her. She stops near the entrance to the cage. I could easily reach out and touch her, but that would break my promise. She’s still behind the entrance, and safe.
“What happens if I do that?” she asks.
“You know it won’t hurt,” I say in a low voice. “And if it does, you know you’ll want that hurt. You want it because it’ll make the pleasure that much sweeter. Let me make you feel it.”
“How?” she asks.
My heart begins to hammer hard in my chest. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.
“Turn around,” I command.
She hesitates, and I wonder if she’ll obey. I’m left dangling there for a moment, hanging on her every move, until she slowly turns around.
“Lift the blanket up,” I order.
She does it. She lifts the blanket up over her hips, revealing her perfect ass and her slick, dripping pussy. Fuck, she’s so gorgeous. I unbutton my jeans and slide my hard cock from my briefs, slowly stroking it.
“Come closer.”
She takes a sharp breath. “I’m afraid,” she admits.
“Don’t be. You know you can trust me. Let me make you feel good, princess.” My voice is husky and low with desire.
She slowly backs toward me. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she lets her ass cross over the threshold, but then she stops.
I can barely hear over the pounding in my chest. I reach out and softly caress her round little ass. I want to slap it and make her moan, but not yet. I need to start with pleasure before I give her pain. I slide my fingers down her skin until I feel her tight, wet pussy.
Fucking hell, she’s so turned on. I hold back a groan and the need to slam my dick deep into her cunt.
She's absolutely soaked. “You dirty girl,” I whisper as I slowly slide my thick fingers inside of her. She groans, looking over her shoulder and lowering her upper body to the floor of the cage. “You’re dripping for me. You can’t deny it anymore, princess. You want me.”
“I don’t know,” she moans. “I don’t know what I want.”
“I do.” I press my fingers deep inside of her tight little cunt, marveling at its slickness. She’s so fucking pretty, pink and perfect.
“Fuck,” she groans. “More.”
“Don’t tease me, princess. Come closer.”
She inches closer. I grab her hip with my other hand as I tease her pussy with my fingers, sliding in and out, moving up to tease her clit before finger fucking her again.
Grace tips her head back, her moans getting deeper, more insistent. I can read her body as her pussy gets wetter, and her moans get louder. I know what she wants. I know what she needs.
“Gio,” she groans. “Oh God, Gio. That feels so good.”
“You never really knew how good I can make you feel, did you? Now you know. Now you’re going to beg me for more, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasps as I press my fingers deep inside of her, curling them to find her G-spot, sliding in and out. The sounds fuel me to give her more. “Oh God, yes.”
“What do you want, princess? Say it.”
“I want more,” she moans. “I want so much more.”
“You greedy fucking girl.” I grin, loving this. My cock is practically twitching, yearning to get inside of her. It’s almost time. “Is that what I’ve made you? Just a greedy slut?”
“No,” she moans. “I’m not greedy.”
“But you are a slut for me. We both know that now.”
“Yes, fuck,” she moans. “I’m whatever you want, Gio.”
“That’s right. That’s what I want to hear.” I slide my fingers out of her, making her whine and glare at me. “Come closer,” I say.
She slides a bit farther out of the cage. Half of her is outside. I spread her legs wide and gently caress her soaked pussy with the tip of my cock, teasing her, loving the way it makes her squirm.
“Gio, please,” she says, and so I press myself deep inside of her.
“Oh shit,” she gasps, tossing her head back. Her arms stretch out in front of her, and her fingers claw at the blanket.
“Fuck,” I grunt. Her pussy grips me like a fucking vise as I press myself deep inside of her. I slide into her so easily. Her pussy is aching for me, so fucking wet for me.
“Gio,” she moans as I slide back out and in, fucking her slowly at first.
“That’s right,” I say. “Take this fucking cock. This is what you’re meant to do.”
“Yes,” she moans. I grab her hips and fuck her deeper, a little bit faster. I reach around her hip and find her clit, carefully teasing her sensitive spot.
“Oh God,” she moans, her voice louder and lower, losing control. She tries to buck me off, trying to get away, but pushes herself back onto my cock not a second later, her legs trembling with need.
“That’s right,” I say, moving slightly back. She follows me, slowly moving out of the cage. “You’re my dirty princess now. Ride back against this fucking cock, girl. Don’t be a greedy slut.”
She moans and starts to work her hips in time with mine. She bucks back, sliding back and back, riding hard against my cock. I grunt, pleasure threatening to overwhelm my mind.
I grab her hip with my left hand and spank her ass with my right.
She groans, but it only makes her work harder and faster.
I can tell she loves it. I know she’s starting to realize that a little pain makes the pleasure sweeter.
I slap her again and again, leaving light red handprints on her ass, but it only spurs her on.
Smack! The sound fills the room, making my breathing come in short pants.
She rides back against me harder, her whole body shaking, her hair spilling down over her shoulders. We’re moving backward as our pace increases, rutting and fucking there at the entrance to the cage.
Soon, only her head is still inside of the cage.
I reach forward and tease her breasts, pinching her nipples as I rail into her.
Pounding that sweet little pussy of hers and giving her every reason to love what I’m doing to her.
We inch back, fucking deeper and harder, until finally, finally, she’s completely out of the cage.
That sends me into a fucking frenzy.
“Fuck, Gio,” she practically screams. “Yes, Gio, fuck me. Fuck me. Make me feel more.” I give her what she wants, slamming into her, losing myself in the rough fucking.
I reach forward and grab her throat and pull her back against me. She gasps as she realizes where we are in the room.
“You’re mine now, princess,” I say into her ear, my cock buried inside of her.
She moans and writhes against me as I pick her up, one hand on her throat, my cock still buried deep inside of her, and carry her to the bed.