Chapter 5 Ashton
ASHTON
There she is.
Looking like absolute perfection, bound by the ropes that I had set up for a later date.
Everything she saw here, I’d made for her. I didn’t think she’d be experiencing it so soon, but the curious little kitty just had to go snooping, didn’t she?
Her gorgeous toned legs flail. I can sense her fear from here, the way she swings her legs, her rapid breathing, like that will help her.
I lower her body just ever so slightly. She gasps, my hands crawl up her silky thighs and I have to hold the satisfied sigh that’s dying to come out.
Taking the blade from my pocket, I slide it ever so gently up her thighs and feel her freeze beneath my touch—how delicious.
Her underwear falls to the ground in tatters as the knife quickly snags at the tiny fabric covering her pussy, causing her to gasp once again. I’d expected a scream, not a gasp—how interesting.
Taking the lid from the oversized pumpkin, I arrange the toy upright that I have made inside of it. Making sure it will align when her body comes down, I smirk.
Pulling the ropes down, I lower her body until her sweet ass dips inside the pumpkin like her own little seat that I’ve made just for her.
“Its not funny now.” She calls out. “Let me go.”
I want to respond, but I don’t want to ruin the surprise and I know this is a surprise that she’s going to enjoy.
Turning away from her I click the remote and wait as two bookshelves part to show me the hidden staircase that I had made, walking up the stairs so I can look down on her and witness something truly captivating, I take a seat in the leather chair and turn on the large television in front of me, clicking the app on my phone where I had hidden a camera inside the pumpkin, I smirk as I see her sweet pussy just in line with the toy I had made for her switching it on I watch as the top of the toys tongue moves backwards and forwards ready to excite my sweet little dove.
Lowering her further into the pumpkin, I hear her squeal as her clit connects with the tongue that has stalled—for now.
“Please.” She cries out. “It feels cold. Please let me down.”
I watch her dripping on my toy. She wanted this even if she said she didn’t. She was excited. Nothing had touched her yet and I could see her dripping. Fuck. My cock was hard, and we hadn’t even begun to play yet.
I hit the switch on the toy and watch as it gives her clit the first lick. A gasp falls from her throat, good start, little bird.
I watch as it gently glides across her clit, making her drip more and more—go on a little bird, fill up your pumpkin, I think as bite my lip.
Turning the tempo up slightly, the tongue moves faster and faster, making her breathing heavier. She’s holding back, but soon she won’t be able to. I’m going to fucking make her cum until she passes out.
Moving the tongue, so it’s positioned between her lips, I motion for it to move up and down through her soaked lips, watching as it slides between her perfect little pussy lips and I hear the squelch of her desire. “Please.” I hear her beg through her heavy breathing.
I can’t decide whether she’s begging to cum or begging for it to stop.
Positioning the toy at her hole, the tongue works her before entering. I watch as she pulls on the ropes, moaning her pleasure as the toy thrusts deeper and deeper inside of her, causing her to drip all over the toy.
My cock is so hard it’s almost bursting out of my pants. The desire to touch her grows stronger and stronger.
Switching off the television, I race down the stairs and stand behind her, listening to her moans drown out my sickening thoughts.
“That’s it, little bird, cream all over your pumpkin.” I whisper in her ear.
The faster the toy moves inside of her, the louder her moans get. I knew she’d love the surprise I had set up for her.
“Please,” she begs. “it’s too much, make—it—stop.” she gasps through her moans.
My hands move across her hair, feeling the silky tresses fall delicately through my fingertips, gripping her hair from the back. I pull her head back and she gasps. Fuck. She was enjoying this. My nose inhales her delicious scent. Fuck. She smelt sweeter than honey.
Pushing her closer to the edge I ramp up the speed on that little toy that is currently massaging her sweet little pussy bringing her so much pleasure, I can see the beads of sweat gently climb down her face, her voice is cracked with every scream that manages to climb from her throat.
“Do you know how fucking beautiful you look.” I whisper in her ear. “Bound and dripping just for me, little bird, so perfect.”
Her body slumps as my words hit her ears and her moans become louder at the ferocious speed. The toy massages her pussy, but it’s still not enough. I want to see her break.
Walking around, I kneel before her like she’s my fucking queen. Her legs are dangling over the table, shaking from the desire that currently courses through her veins.
I knew she would look amazing, bound and dripping but I never expected her to look as exquisite as she did right now, her hair is soaked from sweat, matted to her head, her breasts heave over the dress with every gasp and moan she makes, sitting atop her pumpkin she looks fucking delicious and I can’t wait to take a bite.
But not tonight.
Tonight, I just want to see her break into a thousand fucking pieces as her orgasm shatters through her innocent little body.
I slide my fingers into the holes I made to easily access her, feeling her soaked pussy as my fingers crawl around, exploring her. A pleasant sigh falls from my lips. “Fuck, you feel good, little bird.”
“Please let me go.” She begs.
The way her voice cracks and innocently begs me is music to my fucking ears, I couldn’t wait for her to crawl to me, begging just like she is right now but she wouldn’t be begging to leave, she would be begging for her release.
My fingers find her clit and I look up at her. She still can’t see me, but I can see the desire swirling in her pretty eyes.
My thumb moves slowly in circles around her clit and my other fingers slide up and down between her soaked pussy lips. The screams rip from her body nearly instantly. I’m just thankful I can still hear the vibrations from the music downstairs because it sounded like she was murdered.
A delightful little smile plays across my lips as I massage the fuck out of her sweet pussy, feeling the thrum of the toy as it vibrates inside of her.
“Oh God, oh god—you have to—stop.” She screams, but this only makes me rub her sweet little pussy faster. She’s dripping all over my hand, and I can feel her pussy pulsing beneath my touch.
“Your so close, little bird. I want you to cum hard for me.”
“No,” she gasps. “I can’t—stop—I’m,.” She pants desperately, but I don’t let up. I massage her pussy more ferociously. Her legs are shaking and the screams squeeze from her throat.
Fuck, she sounds fucking beautiful when she was desperate.
Moving the toy away from her pussy, I position it at her asshole. It enters her with brutal force and a scream rips from her throat.
“No, not there—not there.” She screams.
“Oh, but you take it so well, little bird. Your ass was made for it.” I rasp.
Her moans grow louder and my cock grows harder. She loved it in her ass. Her eyes are rolling from the pleasure that courses through her body, stretching her little asshole and massaging her—just getting her ready for me.
My fingers crawl down slowly because I want to savour this moment.
I want to close my eyes and remember exactly how she feels against my fingers.
Her slick wetness coats me and I can smell her delicious pussy.
It takes every ounce of control I have to not rip her from this fucking pumpkin, spread her wide and fucking devour her.
Slowly, I slide one finger inside of her. She’s so wet she swallows me within seconds. Another finger and another. Now she feels tight.
Curling my fingers deep inside the depths of her pussy I pump them in and out of her like I’m a power tool, drilling the fuck out of her pussy, my thumb traces her clit in soft to hard motions, never stopping because now I want to see her fucking break.
“Oh God,” she screams. “I think I’m going to—.”
“Want me to stop, little bird.” I smirk.
“No—fuck—please.” she begs, desperate for her release.
The screams rip from her body as I feel her pussy cream all over, but I don’t stop. Even as the orgasm rips through her soul, I continue to fuck her relentlessly with my fingers until her body slumps and silence fills the room.
Slipping my fingers from the pumpkin, I admire my work.
She sure was a work of art.
She’s out cold, slumped over like she’s just sleeping.
Sliding my fingers into my mouth, I finally get to taste her creamy goodness. My eyes close and a satisfied groan crawls from my throat.
“I knew you’d be delicious, little bird.”