I try to fight him, gasping for a breath, but I’m unsuccessful. My hands are still tied behind my bent knees shoved into my chest. I feel dizzy, light-headed. Spots dot my vision, and just when I think I’m about to pass out, he pulls out of my mouth. A trail of drool falls from my mouth to my chest and knees, and I close my eyes, knowing what’s coming.
His warm cum hits my face, and I try to pull away, but he still holds my head in place by my hair.
COLTON
I TAKE A second to catch my breath, standing in front of her while she sits on the floor doing the same. Her eyes are tightly shut, and my cum covers her face. Some drips down her chin onto her knees shoved into her chest.
Taking a step back, I bend down, pick up her shaking body, and place her gently on the bed. Rolling her onto her stomach, I lift her hips until her ass and pussy are up in the air. “I promised to give you what you want.” I run my fingers over her wet cunt and up to her puckered ass, smearing her cum. “Good sluts get rewarded.”
She wiggles back and forth for me, a silent beg not to make her wait. I wish I had all day, but we don’t. Eventually, our parents’ phone call will end, and they’ll wonder where we went.
Reaching over to the nightstand, I pick up the empty wine bottle. I place the neck against her pussy and spin it around, letting it wet the glass.
She gasps and pulls away. I slap her ass, forcing her to cry out. “You’ll come however I allow it. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whines. Her ass lifts higher while she tries to adjust her wrists tied between her legs.
“Then stay still,” I order and place the bottle back on her wet lips and repeat the process, getting it ready.
Once I’m satisfied, I spread her lips open wide and press the tip against the opening. She shoves her face into the bed to muffle her moan when it enters her. I hold it there, letting her get used to the feel of the cool glass.
Then I twist it, pulling it out. Her body shakes uncontrollably, and I press it back into her, giving her about an inch this time.
I smile when she pushes herself back onto it a little more.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise, running my free hand over the red spot on her ass cheek from her spanking. “Fuck it, princess. Back and forth—ride the bottle as if it’s my cock.”
She’s crying. I can hear her sniffles even though she has her head shoved into the mattress, and I wish I could yank her head up, but I can’t while standing behind her holding the bottle. I don’t want her to hurt herself.
So I let her wallow in her own self-loathing at the fact she’ll do whatever I say in order to get off.
I run my knuckles over her ass cheek, picking up some cum from before, and smear it over her ass, getting enough to push my finger into it.
Her rocking picks up, and I watch her come alive again. It’s like her body is a fire—always burning. But when I touch her, it roars to life, burning bright and all-consuming. And I’ve decided that I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure no one else gets to fan her flames.
She’s all mine. Even if I have to keep her chained to my bed, satisfied and too exhausted to walk away. I don’t have to love her to want her. No. Love is simple. People fall in and out of it every day. It’s like the wind, changing its direction at any given second.
This is different. This is control. It’s taking what I want and making her love it.
Her cries grow louder, and I watch the bottle go in and out of her pretty cunt, and I can’t keep it still anymore. I start moving it with her back and forth, harder and faster. The glass is soaked, and it’s dripping off her pussy to land on her legs.
I slip a second finger into her ass. “I wish you could see yourself fucking this wine bottle,” I tell her, knowing she likes being treated like the cheap whore that Nate accused her of being. The only difference is he didn’t do it right. I saw the way she flinched at his words. I didn’t stop him because I wanted him to hurt her. It was an opportunity for her to see who he really is and that he’ll never be me.
I can hear her sobbing into the bed. Her body is covered in not only wine but sweat, and I want to lick it off. I swear there’s nothing this woman could do that would make me think twice or turn me off. My hard cock is standing at attention, begging me to replace the bottle with it.