13 #3
And there’s something addictive, too, about using my fingers to own her body.
My cock is swollen, aching for her, but she doesn’t deserve that yet.
She doesn’t deserve anything but my fingers, fucking into her ass, pushing her forward onto the other hand that’s punishing her pussy.
Despite her yelps of pain, her inner walls milking my fingers with every thrust tell me how much her body is responding to me.
It would feel so fucking good to lose myself in her.
Maybe I’m the masochist for keeping my cock in my pants.
But if I go all the way with her… I’ll never be able to find my way back.
“You’re coming, Lia,” I growl, suddenly realizing her pussy is spasming around my fingers. “I didn’t give you permission. Stop that.”
“I can’t… I can’t help it,” she moans, her voice ragged. “I can’t… I’m… I’m coming!”
I still my fingers in her pussy, and leave her ass just long enough to bring a punishing hand down on the cheek with the bruise on it.
“Fuck! Logan! Ow!”
She’s once more on tiptoes, but this time, it’s pure frustration that has tears bubbling up and sliding down her cheeks. “I was coming!”
“You have to ask for permission.”
“Fine! Whatever!” She actually stomps her foot. “Can I come, Logan?”
Smack.
My hand falls down hard on her ass again, and I answer, “No.”
“Ow! No? What the hell? Sorry, sorry!”
I just have to touch the bruise on her ass for her to change her tune.
I can’t help the smirk that twists the corners of my mouth.
I’m pretty sure I’ve traumatized her with that pinch.
She’ll be getting on her knees for me at just a touch of that spot for the rest of her life. Even after the bruise is long gone.
Not that I’m planning on letting it fade.
She groans when I push my finger back into her bottom. But I don’t move the ones in her pussy until I feel her come down entirely from her near-orgasm.
Then I slowly start to drive into her again.
“Logan… Logan…” she whimpers, her toes curling into the carpet.
“Want to come, ghost girl?” I murmur, licking a stripe up her pale neck.
“Y-y-yes…”
She’s forgotten herself, sagging back against me, her body seeming to fall apart on my hands. Her nipples are stiff and she’s thrown back her head, loud moans spilling from her throat.
“Then tell me what a naughty little brat you are.”
“What? No!” She tenses, inching away from me, but I bring my thumb to her clit, slowly circling it, and she’s back to being like putty in my hands.
“Tell me you’re a naughty little brat,” I insist.
“Logan!”
“Say it, or you don’t get to come.”
She bites her lip obstinately, and I chuckle at how torturous it must be for her to stay silent.
I speed up my pace, rubbing her clit more insistently, my fingers thrusting deep into her pussy and touching her G-spot every time, and my other hand punishing her asshole relentlessly.
I could tell it hurt at first, but now, the pain seems to be making her even wetter, and soon, she’s tensing, nearing the wave of an orgasm once more.
Until I still my hand.
“Logan!” she whines.
“You know what you need to say.”
“Never!”
I start the torture again, sending her closer and closer to orgasm, but always drawing her right back, until at last she gives in.
Her body is shiny with sweat, and she’s been sagging helplessly against me for a while, when she moans, “Please, Logan… I’m a… I’m a brat…”
“A naughty little brat,” I prompt.
“A… a naughty little brat…” She sniffs.
“Please make me come, sir,” I taunt.
“Logan! Please… please make me come… sir… oh, fuck!”
A few more hard thrusts, and her body comes undone on my fingers. She falls to the floor, then tries to get back up, but I push down on her, forcing her to kneel in front of me.
“Suck.”
I push the fingers that were in her pussy into her mouth. She recoils at the taste, so I grab her hair with my other hand, keeping her in place while pressing my fingers between her lips. At last she accepts them, though she doesn’t look all that thrilled to be licking them.
“Suck them clean, brat.”
The vision of her sucking on my thumb earlier dances in front of my eyes as I watch her lick them clean, hollowing out her cheeks as she sucks.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise. “My very good girl, Lia.”
She lets go of my fingers to mouth something under her breath.
“Hmm?”
“Asshole.”
I let out a surprised chuckle, then reach down to tweak her left nipple. “Careful, Lia. Unless you want to end up in the cell.”
“I thought there was nothing I could possibly do to change that outcome,” she grumbles.
My tweaking turns into a hard pinch.
“Ow!”
“Seems to me that you’re acting pretty damn bratty for a girl who’s days away from meeting her maker. Huh, Lia?”
She shuts right up, her skin so pale that her freckles seem to glow.
I have to turn away so I don’t give in to the incomprehensible urge to reassure her.
Luckily, my phone buzzes just then, so I go to grab it from my back pocket. It’s a message from Everest:
Tell me when you’re done fucking so we can come back.
I scowl and answer: We’re not fucking. Don’t come back.
Meanwhile, Lia has slowly started to stand up. I turn back around and growl, “I didn’t give you permission to stand. On your knees, brat. Hands over your head.”
The eye roll she gives me should make me furious, but instead it soothes the strange knot that had formed in my stomach after her silent reaction to my previous words.
Then my phone rings, and I answer at once, relieved not to have to figure out what that’s all about.
“Yeah?”
Despite her eye roll, Lia did obey me and is kneeling on the ground. I walk back to her, pulling up a chair and settling down in front of her, all while listening to an associate talk on the other end.
Dario is droning on and on about family business, and it’s pretty damn hard to pay attention when I see my brat’s tits in front of me, her arms over her head causing them to appear even perkier than usual.
I drag a finger over one, hearing her shudder, then rub the other nipple until both are perfectly stiff.
“This Stefano shit is real bad, man… I’ve been telling the boss for ages… time to bring in the new guard, you know? There are cracks… he can’t hold onto power… what’s he gonna do? He doesn’t even have a grandson! Just a useless piece of shit son and an even more useless grandkid!”
I alternate tweaking, rubbing, pinching and twisting Lia’s nipples, until she’s hissing out between her teeth, and I can tell it takes everything she has to keep her arms over her head.
But when I take pity on the sore, puffy state of her nipples and instead stroke up and down her side, from her elbow down to her armpit and her waist, she jumps and then bends over, letting her arms go.
I mute the guy at the other end of the line. “Ticklish, hmm? Naughty girl. Arms up again.”
Scowling at me, she slowly lifts up her arms again, eying me with distrust. Still keeping the phone on mute, I slap a hand over one of her breasts hard, and she cries out in pain. Then I do the same to the other one.
“Logan! Ow!”
She lets go of her wrists again in pain and in surprise.
“Put them back up,” I rasp.
Once more, she obeys, slower than ever, and this time, when I start punishing her breasts again, she grits her teeth and stays still.
Until I dance my fingers up and down her armpits and sides again.
She lets out a strangled cry and hunches over.
“Naughty girl. Arms up.”
Having a naked, helpless girl in front of you sure does make these phone calls with alcohol-addled bastards a whole lot easier. I swear to god, they always seem so happy to listen to themselves rattle on for hours that they probably wouldn’t even notice it if I hung up.
“Logan? Logan?”
Ah, shit.
“Yeah?” I say, unmuting the call while admiring the pink and red marks I’ve left all over my little brat’s tits.
“Were you on mute?”
“I must’ve pressed a button. Go on.”
“What do you think about it?”
“Uh…” I stand up so my crotch is level with Lia’s mouth, then unzip my fly. Her eyes widen as she sees my swollen cock. “I think you’re right, man,” I say. “I think you’re definitely right.”
“Oh… okay. But what’s the best solution, then?”
“Hmm.” I pump my cock in my hand, angling it at her mouth. She brings down her arms, but one furious glance from me has her quickly putting them back over her head.
“Open up,” I mouth, and for someone who looks so pissed off, she sure obeys quickly.
“The best solution…” I cram my cock into her mouth, blowing out through my nose to keep from making a sound. “I think you know… what the… the best solution is.”
“I guess.”
I’m not moving, but I lock a hand around her head, keeping her mouth helplessly around my cock. I feel her throat opening and closing, her gag reflex trying and failing to work around it. Tears bubble up in her eyes and streak down her cheeks, and I bend down to lick them up.
“So, take the kid to Idaho,” he says. “Leave the puttana here. I know Carmelo wants to see to it himself. But Carmelo is a big boy, and he needs to get over it. That’s what Coltello thinks. Coltello thinks someone should just go ahead and do it, you know?”
“Uh huh.” It’s really fucking hard not to moan out loud. Especially when I take pity on her silent gagging, or maybe, just give in to my own desperate need. My cock leaves the back of her throat, and I start pounding it into her, watching her skin change colors, from red to white back to red.
“Don’t move,” I mouth again, letting go of the back of her head.
Somehow, she manages to keep perfectly still as I continue using her mouth, which lets me bring my hand down to her tit and torture it again. I like her breasts pink and puffy. I think I want to keep them that way.
Too bad the jerk is still on the other end of the line, droning on. I squeeze the phone between my jaw and my shoulder, so I can get to her other tit.