Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty Four
Vito
I pick up the bottle of oil again, popping the cap open. The scent of vanilla and coconut fills the air. I pour a generous amount into my palm, the liquid cool and slick.
I warm it in my hands before starting with her shoulders from the front, my thumbs digging into the tense muscles, working out the knots.
She sighs, a soft, contented sound that goes straight to my cock.
I work my way down her body, my hands sliding over her skin, slick with oil. I'm mapping her, memorizing her. I want to know every inch of her, every curve, every hollow.
I reach her breasts, my hands cupping them, my thumbs brushing against her nipples. They're hard, pebbled peaks that beg for my attention.
I lean down and take one into my mouth, sucking it hard, my teeth scraping against the sensitive peak.
She cries out, her back arching off the bed, her hands clutching at my shoulders.
I lavish it with attention, my tongue swirling, my teeth nipping, my lips sucking, until she's a writhing, whimpering mess beneath me.
Then I move to the other breast, giving it the same treatment.
Then I just continue with the massage down her body, over the soft curve of her stomach, between her silky, soft thighs.
I coat the inside of her thighs with the oil before putting the bottle aside. I want to part her folds and feel how wet she is for me.
Instead, I continue down her legs.
I massage her calves, her ankles, her feet, taking care with every inch of her.
She's relaxed, pliant. Putty in my hands. I have her exactly where I want her. The doctor who is supposed to be helping me is now my plaything, to do with as I please.
The pretty jewel of the plug is peeking out between her cheeks. I grab the next one, the one that's a little bigger than the one she has, and coat it in oil.
"How's it feel?" I ask, my finger tracing the rim of the plug.
Her hips jerk. "Strange," she admits. "But not bad."
"You liked it in the shower, though," I say. "When I had my fingers in your ass."
Her breath hitches, and a blush spreads across her cheeks. "Yes," she whispers.
"I want you to relax," I say, my voice low and soothing. "Just breathe."
I slowly, gently pull the plug out, then fuck her with it a few times, slow and deep. Then, without any interruption, I pull it out and slide the new plug into her. This one's thicker and longer, and I have to push a little harder to get it in.
Teresa clutches at the sheets but drops her head back and moans.
I slide it all the way in, until the jeweled base is nestled snugly against her. Her hole clenches around it in a move that makes my balls tighten.
"Good girl," I murmur. "You took that so well."
Her breath hitches, and her hips buck against the bed. She likes the praise.
I'm kneeling between her legs, my cock hard and aching. Her damp hair is spread out on the pillow like a halo, her skin is flushed with sex, her lips are parted, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.
She's a vision. A goddess. A fallen angel.
"Gorgeous," I murmur.
My eyes roam her body, and I feel a fresh wave of heat wash over me. She's completely exposed, completely vulnerable. And yet, she's never looked more powerful.
She pushes up onto one elbow so she can grab hold of my arm and pull herself up.
Her other hand slides into my hair, and she pulls herself to a sitting position, straddling me. The movement forces the plug deeper, and she gasps, her body tensing with shock and pleasure.
Our mouths crash together in a desperate, hungry kiss. It's a clash of tongues as we devour each other, our bodies sliding against each other, slick with oil.
I grab her ass, my fingers digging into her flesh, pulling her closer, until the head of my cock is pressing against her entrance.
I let her push me back onto the mattress, and I'm flat on my back now, looking up at her as she straddles my hips.
She's horny, wild, and crazed. My little doctor wants to take control. Fine with me.
I'll let her think she's in control. For a little while, anyway.
She reaches down and wraps her hand around my cock, stroking it from base to tip. Her thumb spreads the pre-cum beaded at the tip over the crown.
Then she guides me to her entrance, slowly sinking down onto my dick, taking me inch by inch. She's so fucking tight, so fucking wet, that it takes all my self-control not to flip her onto her back and slam into her.
She takes her time, savoring the feeling of being stretched, of being filled from both ends.
She's fully seated on me now, my cock buried deep inside her. Her head is thrown back, her long, graceful neck exposed, her breasts thrust forward.
"Oh God," she cries out. "Oh! Yes!"
She drops her head forward, her hands splayed on my chest. "Yes, yes, yes," she repeats.
"Do you like that?" I ask, my hand sliding around to the back to toy with the plug. "You like having both your holes filled? Being a dirty little slut for me?"
She gasps, and her eyes widen. Her pussy releases a fresh gush of fluid, coating my cock. "Don't say that," she moans, but her hips are already starting to move.
"Why not?" I ask, my fingers gently pressing on the base of the plug. "You liked it. You can't hide that from me. You’re drowning my cock, soaking me."
I rock the plug a little, pulling it out and pushing it back in, and she whimpers, her body shuddering with pleasure.
"You like it when I call you my little slut, don't you?" I say again.
"No," she protests, but her hips are moving faster now. She's riding me hard, taking me deep, the fullness of my cock and the plug a combination that's driving her wild. It's driving me wild.
"That's exactly what you are. My dirty little whore," I growl.
Her response isn't words. It's a desperate, hungry moan as she rides me, her movements becoming faster, more erratic.
Her breasts bounce with every movement, and I reach up and cup them, my thumbs brushing against her nipples.
I sit up, wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her flush against my chest. My mouth finds her breast, and I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking it hard.
"Vito," she cries out, her hands tangling in my hair, holding me to her. "Oh, God."
I lavished one breast, then the other, with my attention, my tongue swirling, my teeth nipping, my lips sucking. She's a whimpering mess in my arms, completely and utterly lost to the pleasure.
I can feel the orgasm building inside her, a slow, heavy tide that's threatening to pull her under. Her inner walls are starting to flutter, her body is tensing, her breathing is becoming more erratic.
She's close. So close.
But I'm not ready for her to come yet.
I flip her over onto her back in one quick movement. Her eyes fly open, and a look of shock crosses her face. I spread her thighs wide and look down at her.
I can see her pussy, glistening with her arousal. I can see the jeweled base of the plug nestled snugly between her cheeks.
I lean forward, my breath hot against her ear. "Do you know what happens to naughty girls who try to take control?" I whisper.
"What?" she breathes, her body trembling with anticipation.
"They get punished," I say, reaching for the bottle of oil again.
I pour a generous amount onto my palm and start to stroke my cock, coating it in the slick massage oil that doubles as lube. Her eyes are glued to my hands, to the way I'm touching myself, and her tongue darts out to wet her lips.
"Do you want to be punished, Teresa?" I ask, my voice low and dangerous.
She hesitates, her mind warring with her body. The good girl is screaming no, but the bad girl is screaming yes, please, yes.
"Yes," she whispers, the word a barely-there puff of air. "Yes."
I simply continue pumping my cock. She's watching me, her eyes wide, her lips parted. She's mesmerized, completely captivated by the sight of my hands on my own body.
"Spread your legs wider," I command.
She takes a moment to obey, looking unsure, but knowing she wants it.
I can see she wants it. Slowly, her knees fall open.