32. Graham #2
“Oh no, oh, I can’t,” she whispers as she makes herself come on the toy.
Then, “Ohhhh,” as she takes my cock.
She can’t even hold all my cum, and it gushes down her thighs—all white—the virgin bride when I pull out.
“Please let me go. I’ll do anything you want, just please,” she gasps.
This—the begging—is what the dark part of me is craving.
“Anything,” I say, crossing my feet under the desk.
She rests her cheek against my foot, kissing my ankles, my shoelaces.
I stand up so fast the chair tips back onto the floor.
She takes me up the ass again—and again.
“You want me to stop? The deal’s still on the table. Isn’t that why you came over here?” I fuck into her hard and deep, making her jerk toward the desk. “Hm?”
“N-Nooo,” she stutters as I thrust into her over and over. “No, don’t stop. That’s what I need. Fuck my pussy! I want you in my pussy!” she gasps.
I pull back and stare at her—the cum dripping down her thighs and her pussy, the bruises from my fingers on her hips, my tie knotted around her neck.
I want to taste her pussy, see how raw it is.
I roll on the condom then bury my cock in her. Her hips roll as she begs me to go deeper.
“Oh yeah, that’s gooood,” she slurs.
Her sweaty hair is plastered on her bare back. I grab it and listen to her tits bounce as I fuck her raw until I’m coming into the condom while she shudders and comes around me.
I stay buried in her—not ready for it to be done.
“You have to let me go now,” she finally moans.
“I told you.” My voice is hoarse.
“Then tell me what you want,” she pleads.
This—I’m hard again.
“I want you begging me to stop. I want you afraid and hopeless when you realize I’m never letting you go.” I slam into her pussy.
“Please.” She sounds panicked now.
“I’m going to keep using you as my little sex toy until I break you.” She moans as I take her.
I can stop anytime; it’s addictive though, this power.
“Let me go, let me go!” she cries.
“You gonna beg and promise me that you’ll do anything if I just let you go?” I fuck hard and deep into her until I’m practically knotted in her, then I feel her pussy clench around me, and I’m emptying my balls into her again.
God, I’ve never come so hard in my life.
Without the dildo in her and my hands on her hips, she collapses to the carpet.
I panic for a second until she rolls over.
“Turn around,” she orders me.
“No. You’re my prisoner.”
“Then at least turn the lights back off. I’m a mess. You can’t see me like this.”
“I want to look at you.”
“Why?” she whispers.
“Because you’re pretty,” I whisper. “You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I want to lie on top of her, kiss her mouth as I fuck her, beg her forgiveness. I want to take her to bed, to make love to her with her legs wrapped around me.
“Good lord.” She shifts her shoulders, making her breasts jiggle.
I can’t stop staring at her nipples.
“Man, I should have gone with Gran to yoga.”
I stare down at her, alarmed. She doesn’t seem scared or upset.
“What is wrong with you? Why are you acting like you like it?”
“I did like it. Wasn’t that the point? Now look, you had your Fifty Shades of Grey moment. Now I need something from you.”
“This is not a negotiation.”
“Look.” She’s impatient. “You’re not actually going to keep me here. We both know that. I have to go deal with my mom and that couples shower that for some reason neither of us, with our college degrees, are able to get out of. And after you did this with that…” She nods to my crotch.
I hastily zip my pants.
“Obviously, I’m not taking the money. I mean, I see why girls throw away their entire future for a guy that was wowee. You’re like the perfect boyfriend.”
“I’m not your boyfriend. I’m your kidnapper.”
“And you’re so good at it,” she purrs.
I lean down and suck on her tits so I don’t kiss her mouth. The nipples are red from rubbing the carpet, and she sucks in a breath as I slide my tongue over them.
Her legs come up, giving me more access to her clit and her pussy, soaked with her juices and my cum.
She’s completely lost in my tongue and my hands.
I fumble the handcuffs, unchaining her.
Her hands come to tangle in my hair. Her hips rock softly against my hand.
“I want you in my pussy,” she murmurs.
She’s come so many times I can just keep her on the edge of delirious pleasure.
I shuck off my pants and pull her up to sit backward on my lap on the couch so I’m not tempted by her mouth. I roll on a condom so I can lazily fuck her pussy, kissing the back of her neck.
She’s not my girlfriend.
“That feels nice.”
I jerk up into her hard, making her squeal.
“Nice?”
“You said it first,” she gasps as I bruise her hips.
“Why did you come here?”
“I need your cock.”
“Fuck, Dani.” I give her my cock again. “I turned you into a slut.”
“Yeah,” she gasps. “I mean, yeah, I’m surprisingly on board the sex train,” she gasps as I sink her down hard on me.
“But I also literally need your cock, not, like, just it, separate from you.”
She wiggles, trying to turn around on me.
I hold her in place.
“But I need a picture of it.”
“What?”
My grip loosens in surprise, and she turns around to straddle my lap.
Her tits are pressed against my bare chest. My hands cup her round ass, and her chin rests on my nose. She could lean down and kiss me, and I couldn’t stop her.
Instead, she pokes me in the nose with her finger.
“Piper does a lot for me, and so I really need to do this for her. AI isn’t all they promised.”
“You want to give your cousin a picture of my dick?” I repeat slowly.
“Men your age send dick pics to girls all the time.”
“To ones they don’t know?” I ask, confused.
“Ones they do know, but who don’t like them.
So…” she whispers, placing her hands on my shoulders so she can pull herself up off my cock then sink back down.
“So can you send me a dick pic? Please? I’ll do anything for a picture of your dick.
I’ll beg and plead with you to stop as you tie me up.
That’s what you like, right?” Her mouth is almost against mine.
“You want me to be your little sex slave? You can use my pussy however you want.”
It’s enough to send me over the edge. Then I’m coming up into her as she shudders and rides my cock as she comes.
I watch her as she slides off of me and lean back on the couch, gazing at her.
Her face is red. Her hair is tangled.
I let her put on my shirt.
I like seeing her wearing my clothes.