Pushing down the pulsing throb urging me to take, take, take, I gave her my best, unaffected tone. “You need patience, Olivia.”
“I need you to fuck me. Not be tied down and wonder if you’d actually show.”
“You could have unstrapped yourself.” The cuffs that bound her hands were looped through the headboard and had plenty of room to undo the Velcro chaining her in place.
Her gaze narrowed, and her lips remained firmly closed. She may be snapping at me, but I knew if I dragged my finger through her folds, I’d find her wet and wanting. She was a spoiled little girl, not used to waiting—always getting her way. The fact that she went against her natural instinct and waited for me, flooded me with pleasure.
I walked to the bed and rested my hand on her foot. That small touch pulling a gasp from her. I dragged my fingers lightly up her leg, teasing as I explained the rules.
“I’ve been indulgent, Olivia. I may be carefree and easy-going in my day-to-day, but in here, you obey.” Slipping my fingers between her thighs, I rubbed one through her wet slit and rolled her clit under the rough pad. “You will bend to my will.”
She moaned and thrust up, trying to gain more friction than I was willing to give. I immediately pulled away, resting my hand on her thigh.
“If you have a problem, simply say red, and we’ll stop and talk about it. But until that word slips past your succulent lips, you are under my control.”
She remained silent; her mouth still clamped shut. I raised a brow in question, letting her know I was expecting a response.
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” I patted her thigh and turned to grab a chair. “Now, let’s begin.”
She tracked my movements and furrowed her brow in confusion when I sat the chair at the foot of the bed and began opening my pants.
“What are you doing? Aren’t you going to fuck me?”
“Not if you keep questioning me,” I answered, settling back and freeing my cock, giving a few long strokes.
“Kent.” Her voice was shrill and panicked.
“Shut up, Olivia.” I groaned when I cupped my balls and squeezed my dick harder, my eyes taking in every inch of her exposed body. “I need to prepare you, and right now, all I want to do is fuck you as hard as I can and lick up your tears. I need to take the edge off. Now be a good girl and spread your legs more. Show me your pussy.”
After a moment of hesitation, she bent her knees as much as possible and spread her thighs wide, showing me every wet, pink part of her. I didn’t tease myself or drag it out, I just needed to come, so I could take my time enjoying her. It only took a minute or two to bring myself to the edge. When I was about to come, I moved to the bed between her thighs. I wanted to see my come splattered on her skin. I wanted to mark her in every way a man could.
She arched her back, thrusting her breasts up, and I groaned my release. My orgasm ripped from my body, hitting her neck, her breasts, her stomach. When my muscles finally relaxed, I fell over, supporting myself with one hand and wiped the remaining cum clinging to the head of my cock on her skin.
“Look at you,” I rasped. “My own perfect canvas.”
She squirmed under me, and I smirked. I loved how she couldn’t hide her ache—how desperate she was for me. I flattened my palm to her stomach and smeared my cum into her skin, leaning down to lap and suck up any drops that coated her breasts. I bit her nipple, letting her moan wash over me.
I dragged my finger through the remaining cum on her neck and brought it to her lips. She didn’t hesitate to open and suck every drop.
Keeping my eyes pinned to hers, I moved my wet finger between her legs, skimming past her pussy to press between the cheeks of her ass.
“Has anyone touched you here since I last played with this tight, little asshole? Have you shared this with anyone else?”
She squirmed when I brushed my finger back and forth. “No,” she breathed.
“Good. I like that it’s mine.” I played between her cheeks, loving the feel of her wet pussy leaking down to coat my fingers. She tensed when I pushed my finger in to the first knuckle. “You’re going to need to relax if you want to make it through the night, my sweet Olivia.”
Her eyes flared with fear, but she didn’t stop me as I pushed in more. As much as I wanted to play with her backside for hours, I had plans. I shifted off the bed and grabbed lube and a small plug I bought just for her.