Chapter 39 You’re Filthy, Darling
YOU’RE FILTHY, DARLING
DYLAN
My heart pounded in my ears as I watched her ease the zipper down.
Fuck. She had me curled around her nimble fingers, and I loved it.
Her weight was warm, and the press of her against me was perfect. The scarf around my wrists was delicate, the soft fabric tight. I could easily get out of it if I really wanted to, but that was why it was enough to remind me that I had to be patient.
Her eyes were bright, with a dangerous smile playing over her full lips.
I watched her every motion, the way her fingers moved with confidence.
She was in charge, and she looked perfect.
Her short hair was in a small ponytail with a few strands of hair framing her face.
Her dark dress was tight, and I was itching to remove it and see if she was even wearing anything underneath.
I was restrained, but I wasn’t helpless. But fuck, I loved being the one she had chosen to toy with. I hope she always chooses me.
Katie leaned in and kissed me, softly at first and then deepening it, biting my lower lip and making me groan. When she pulled back, her eyes glittered with mischief. “Now,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “Don’t move.”
I chuckled, ready for whatever she had in-store. “Yes, ma’am.”
Her hands slid down my chest, under the waistband of my pants, making my muscles tense. My cock stirred, pressing against her center through my boxers. She arched, feeling the hardness, and smiled, knowing that whatever she wanted was close.
Take me. I wanted to say it to her so badly, but she wanted me to behave and be good.
She slowly leaned down, her mouth ghosting over the skin of my neck, then lower until she traced the line of my sternum with her tongue. The contact was small, barely a lick, but it pulled a raw sound out of me.
“Katie,” I whispered.
She hummed against my skin. “You like that?” she asked, and there was a little laugh in it. I loved that laugh because it meant she was enjoying herself as much as I was.
I nodded. Of course, I do. I would like anything she did to me.
My breath hitched when she finally freed me. She paused, fingertips tracing along my length, the fat tip of my cock leaking with pre-cum.
“Be patient,” she said when I pulsed for her touch. I bit my lip when she finally wrapped her fingers around me. Fuck me. She moved with her thumb rubbing the tip, slow circles that made my toes curl.
“Careful,” I warned, but my voice sounded broken.
“Or what?” She smirked, pulling back to kneel on the rug. My lips parted when she took me in her warm and wet mouth. The look in her dark eyes said it all. She wasn’t rewarding me or pleasing me.
No, she was doing this for herself.
Teasing me with small kitten licks and playing with my cock like it was her favorite toy.
And fuck me. The sight of it turned me on so fucking much, I had to control myself from not coming early.
Her throat worked around me in a way that made my head spin. My hands clenched in the fabric of the sofa. The sensation was too much. Her mouth, with her hands stroking my shaft. I had to bite down on my moan.
She pulled back with a soft pop and looked at me with playful, glassy eyes. “Don’t cum until I tell you to,” she ordered, wrapping her hand around my length and covering me with her hot mouth.
“Y-yes, ma’am—fuck,” I groaned, my hips arching and wanting to fuck her mouth.
But her hand on my thigh tightened with a warning. It was so indecent. And filthy. Being completely dressed and restrained at her mercy as she teased me and edged me.
Katie pulled away just when I was close, making me growl and whimper. Her pupils were dilated as she smiled.
“You did better than I thought,” she said, sliding back on my lap.
“You thought I’d cum as soon as you took me in your mouth?” I asked. She nodded, and I continued, “You’re right. I would have.”
She giggled, and I couldn’t help but lean in to kiss her. She hummed, kissing me back. I deepened the kiss when she moved her dress up. I hissed when she wrapped her hand around my shaft and guided me into her.
I watched with half-lidded eyes as I slowly slid into her, moaning at the tight wetness and the sight. Once she felt comfortable, she started riding me slowly. Back and forth, teasing me and speeding when she wanted to see the flash of need on my face.
Her breasts brushed my chest, but she was still in her fucking dress. I couldn’t hold back a groan when she rolled her hips, fucking me like she had been dreaming about it, her hands tangling in my hair, her lips on my neck.
“You’re killing me,” I said, panting when her walls clenched me.
She tilted her head, giving me that look that was hot enough for me to throb painfully inside her. “But you like being in my hands,” she whispered, kissing my jaw and pulling away before I could capture her lips. “You like doing whatever I tell you to.”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes, I fucking do—fuck. Katie. Harder.”
She slammed down on me, my lips parting in a soundless moan as my hands clenched around the scarf. I wanted to hold her so badly, guide her hips on me, but I had signed up for this, wanting her to use me however she wanted.
She leaned forward, bringing her lips to mine in a searing kiss. She took control, angling her face and deepening it until we both were breathless.
My restraint was wearing thin. I could feel my balls knotted tight. But she rode me harder, quicker, with her hips slamming and her fingers rubbing her clit, chasing her own orgasm. Her moans turned into short little gasps.
She leaned close, and I saw it as her face flushed, eyes squeezing shut and mouth open in that helpless, sexy way. Her body convulsed around me.
“Fuck—” she breathed, dropping her head back as she orgasmed.
Her muscles clamped and milked me in spasms that dragged me to the edge. Her hips quivered as she collapsed against my chest, breathless and trembling.
I let her go through aftershocks, my cock pulsing for release. I wanted to wait for her breath to catch up, for her to calm, but something feral snapped inside me. Seeing her undone like that, hearing her sweet moans, ignited a burning need.
Her thighs quivered around me and the small clench of her pussy made my mind go blank. In one swift motion, I released my wrists. With a quick, practiced move, I pushed her back against the couch, pinning her dainty wrists in one palm of my hand.
“Now, it’s my turn,” I said, my voice low and dangerous.
I saw the surprise flash across her face, quickly replaced by delicious anticipation.
I reached for the scarf again. My fingers knotted her wrists together in gentle but firm loops, pulling them tight enough that she couldn’t wriggle free, but not so tight that she’d be in pain.
She watched me, her eyes wide and lips parted. That sight shot heat through me like a live wire. “Dylan,” she breathed. I didn’t know whether it was a plea or a command.
“I know, darling,” I said, kissing her forehead. “I know.”
I leaned close until my mouth was near her ear. “You looked so incredibly hot using me as your toy,” I whispered. “But now you’ll let me fuck this pretty cunt, no?” My hand slid along her side, down the curve of her hip, and I cupped her pussy which was wet and soaked and ready.
“Y-yes,” she gasped, her hips bucking.
I trailed kisses down her neck, then to the slope of her shoulder. I pushed her dress up and groaned.
“What the fuck is this?” I demanded, eyeing the tiny piece of lace that curved around her soaked lips, leaving her flushed pussy bare. “Can you even call it underwear?”
“I-it’s a crotchless thong,” she said, squirming under me, but I kept her pinned, not letting her move an inch. “I wanted to surprise you.”
I cupped her pussy and glared at her. “Well, color me surprised then.” I eyed her, breathless and twisting with desire.
I spanked her pussy, eliciting a small moan from her.
“You wore it the entire fucking day, hm? While I was cooking dinner for us, you were prancing around other people in this tiny thing?”
“No,” she gasped, trying to move away when I spanked her pussy again, her hips bucking. “I changed into this before I came here.”
I believed her. And I didn’t care if she wore it around other people as long as it reminded her that she belonged to me.
“You’re filthy, darling,” I said, pushing my cock inside her, keeping her crotchless thong on. “Filthy as fuck.”
Her toes curled as I increased the pace. I wrapped my hands around her pinned wrists, the soft couch squeaking with the force of my thrusts. I couldn’t stop staring at the way her face contorted with pleasure, her cunt fluttering around me as I kept my rhythm fast and hard.
Our breaths turned ragged and hot, her eyes turning glassy when I slammed hard inside her. Her legs wrapped around my waist, driving me deeper, and I lost it. I groaned, filling her up as my body trembled with orgasm.
Katie came again, and it was softer than before, but it still felt intense. I collapsed onto her, and we lay there, sticky and breathless with the scarf around her wrists. Her hair had escaped the elastic and fanned on the couch, her eyes closed and lips swollen into a smile.
I pressed my forehead to hers and let out a laugh. “You okay?” I asked gently, removing the scarf and rubbing her wrists.
She opened her eyes, her hazel eyes bright. “Yes,” she whispered, and then she squeezed my hand. “Sorry the dinner’s cold now.”
I grinned and kissed her. “Don’t worry about it.”