Chapter 6 - Mike
As soon as I see the red ribbon at her wrist, my possessive side kicks in. All other thoughts vanish from my mind, and I’m consumed with a burning need for her. Red means she wants to be fucked. Oh, she will be.
Her dress looks amazing on her and clings to her body in all the right places, but even as I have that thought, all I really want to do is rip it off her and show her that she’s mine tonight.
Grabbing her by the wrist, I pull her into the house towards the party. We haven’t even said anything to each other, but I can see by her expression that she knows exactly what’s going to happen to her. There are already a few people gathered in the living room, and I march her up to the sofa.
“Stand at the end, bend over the side.”
Her eyes go wide. If she thought she was getting away without being fucked in public, she was very much mistaken.
“Yes, Sir.”
She leans and places her palms on the sofa cushions to steady herself.
I run my hand down her spine until it reaches her ass and flick up the skirt so that I can see her panties under the dress.
She shouldn’t have bothered; they’re coming off straight away.
I pull them down, then off, making sure they don’t get tangled on her heels, then leave them on the floor. She doesn’t need them tonight.
“Legs wider,” I command.
She responds straight away, spreading her legs. From this angle, I can see her ass and pussy, and it’s a beautiful sight.
Someone walks by me, and I turn and grab their arm. It’s a young guy who I think I saw at the Halloween party.
“What do you think of her pussy?” I ask him.
He grins. “Fuck, she’s a wet little slut.”
“Yeah. And I am going to pound her senseless.”
She already knows this, but I want her to hear it. To hear me talking about her to other people. So she feels even more on show than she already is.
I let the guy go and step up behind her, resting one hand on her butt and gently rubbing it. With my other hand, I pull down the zipper on my pants and take my cock out.
“What do you want?” I ask her, already knowing the answer.
“I want you to use me. Fuck me hard. Make me come.”
She leans back against me, her ass pressing against my cock, and I moan.
“Good girl,” I tell her as I reach around and grab a handful of her breast, squeezing hard. “But it’s me who’s in charge here.”
I push her forward again and remove a condom from my pocket. Her body shivers in response to the ripping sound as I open it.
Sliding the condom on, I press my cock against her pussy, rubbing against her opening.
“Please,” she whimpers. “Put it in.”
I love the desperation in her voice. It matches the need inside me. “You want me to fuck you?”
She nods and whines, pushing against me.
“Say it. Beg for my cock.”
“Please fuck me. I need it. Oh god, don’t make me wait. Please Sir, fuck your slut.”
With one thrust, I thrust inside her soaking wet pussy to the base.
She’s tight and warm and her moans make my cock pulse inside her. All I want to do is fuck her mindless, all night long. I don’t care if people watch, but she is MINE.
“Willow, no coming without permission.”
She makes a groaning noise, and I see that her head has dropped forward.
“Do you understand?” I ask.
“Yes. No coming.”
I rest my hand on her ass as I set a pace, slow thrusts that fill her up and make her legs shake.
“Tell me when you’re right on the edge. Just when you think you can’t go anymore without coming.”
She nods her head and lets out a gasp as I slam into her. It’s not going to take her long, but this will show her who’s in charge.
Sure enough, within a few minutes of pounding her, she lets out a cry. “So near. Gonna come!”
I pull all the way out and remove the condom before tucking my cock away. I grab her shoulder, pulling her back up and spinning her around.
She pouts. “I was SO close. Why didn’t you let me come?”
“Because of this,” I say, lifting her wrist up to show the red ribbon. “And because you needed reminding who’s in charge. Now, you’re coming with me upstairs and I’m going to use you as much as I want. If you are a very good girl, I might even let you come.”
Her eyes sparkle with lust. “Yes, Sir.”
We get the same private room as last time. It’s fitting that we’re back in the same place again.
I make her stand next to the bed as I strip. Her eyes are on me as I place my clothes on a chair in a neat pile. I take my time, making her wait for it.
“Come here.”
She walks over, stops in front of me and looks at the floor.
“Who decides when you come?” I ask her, tickling her chin as I tip her head to look at me.
“You do.”
“And what are you?”
“Your freeuse toy.”
I kiss her softly on the lips, and it turns deeper. As we kiss, her hand wraps around my cock and strokes. Somehow it feels even more intimate than fucking her.
“Willow, on your knees.”
She nods and smiles. As she sinks down to the floor, she studies my cock swaying in front of her. “Can I suck it, please?”
I laugh and slip my hand into her hair, gently pulling her face close to my cock.
“You can ask better than that.”
Her voice is sultry from being turned on. “Oh, please, please, may I suck your cock? Pretty please?”
Rather than answer, I press on the back of her head and feel her lips wrap around the tip and down the shaft.
She lifts one hand and cups my balls, giving them a soft squeeze. They’re full and heavy and I bet she’s thinking about how much cum I could give her.
“That’s a good girl. Take it all the way down. You can touch yourself if you want, but no coming.”
She slides her other hand between her legs to play with her pussy. I wish I had my phone at hand. I want a photo of her like this, submissive and loving, trying to give her dom as much pleasure as possible.
She takes me out of her mouth and licks the underside of my cock, sliding it over her lips and sucking on the head. Her happy little noises are making my cock throb. As much as I’m enjoying her mouth, I want more.
“Back up on your feet.”
She springs up and gives me a kiss on my chin. The smile on her face makes me want to fuck her so much; she’s so adorable and eager.
I climb onto the bed, back against the wall and wrap my hand around my shaft, stroking slowly. Her eyes are locked on my cock, like an animal seeing its prey, as she watches me put a new condom on.
“Come over here. I want you to climb on top of me and guide my cock inside you.”
She almost springs onto the bed and straddles me. Her hand moves mine away and she guides me slowly against her pussy. With a moan, she presses the tip into her and sinks down on my cock.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, and comes almost instantly.
Her whole body shakes, and she falls forward against me. I hold her as she rides it out. Her pussy clenches around my cock, like it’s trying to milk it. I wait for her breath to calm down and then tilt her back up again.
“I came without permission,” she says, her eyes down. “But I couldn’t help it, it felt so good. And I needed it so much, needed you. You’re not mad at me, are you?”
I rest my hands on her hips.
“Look at me, Willow.”
She raises her eyes to my face.
“I think we can forgive that one; after all, I edged you for a week. But that’s only the first orgasm of the night. There are going to be many, many more.”
“Yes,” she sighs happily.
“But first, put your hands out.”
She looks confused but lifts her hands. Then a look of understanding dawns as I take hold of the red ribbon and untie it.
“You won’t be needing this. Do you know why?”
She nods and starts grinding against my cock again.
“Because I’m yours. To do with as you want. To fuck me, to use me, to share me. Your toy for the night.”
“That’s a good girl.”
I run my thumb over her lips, but she takes my hand and slips my thumb into her mouth. As she sucks on it, she rides me, lifting herself until I’m almost free of her, then dropping all the way down. Her wet heat makes my head swim, and all I want to do is blow my load inside her.
Her other hand moves to her breast and pinches her nipple. Not gentle - pulling and twisting enough that she moans around my thumb.
This is a woman who wants to be fucked, and fucked hard.