“Yes… sir,” she breathed.
That single word nearly did me in.
Her thighs opened just the slightest bit against my hips. My cock throbbed, only inches away from her center.
No. Not yet.
She wasn’t ready.
I lowered myself down and captured her lips with mine. At first, she fought that too, but eventually she kissed me in return as I toyed with one of her breasts at the same time. When I pulled away, she whined audibly, as if she was disappointed that it was over.
I kissed her right nipple next, and she gasped out loud. I swirled my tongue around it, teasing her before I took it fully inside my mouth. I suckled her gently and she moaned with pleasure. Slowly, I increased the pressure, fully knowing she was still sore from the clothespins I’d punished her with earlier.
Her moans turned to cries soon enough. I’d been right.
“Oh! It hurts, please!”
I pulled back, enjoying the way her desperation dripped from her voice. It was as addictive as a drug, and I needed to hear it again.
I descended onto her right nipple, teasing her slowly at first and then punishing it with my lips until she pleaded for mercy as deliciously as she had the first time. I pulled back just enough to admire the way her sensitive buds had turned a shade darker. She whined when I returned to the right, struggling beneath me and trying to buck me off.
Honestly, it was cute that she thought she even stood a chance.
I scraped her nipple with my teeth, and she tensed, shaking beneath me. She kept still while I suckled her sore nipples after that. Occasionally, I would bite her nipples lightly enough to make her gasp. I knew her fear and arousal were at war inside her by the way she kept opening and closing her legs. Her thighs brushed against mine and it took everything in me to keep myself from sinking my cock deep inside her at that very moment.
I grasped both nipples with my fingers and pinched them, twisting them firmly enough to make her yelp and scream and beg for me.
“Please! Please! I’m sorry,” she wailed. Her legs spread apart, and I released her breasts.
“Open wide for me. I’m going to taste this sweet little pussy,” I commanded, and she opened even wider.
Her surrender was the sweetest thing she would ever give me. I would cherish it forever.
I kissed the space between her breasts, trailing my lips downward as she struggled to hide her building arousal from me. Her body quivered and I paused, kissing right on top of her mound. I glanced up at her face, catching the look of sheer disbelief written all over her at my current position. I was only inches from her most private of places.
She couldn’t hide from me like this.
“You can’t mean to,” she blurted.
“I do, little girl,” I answered boldly.
“Please don’t,” she pleaded.
“I will give you a choice. You can either come on my tongue or you will get your pussy spanked instead.”
Her mouth opened and closed several times, but I knew what she would choose well before she said anything at all.
“Your tongue, sir,” she whispered. Her blush had turned a beautifully brilliant scarlet, but her embarrassment was only making her wetter.
She was fucking absolute perfection.
The scent of her arousal was temptingly sweet, but I didn’t want to rush this. Instead, I kissed all around her pussy, from her inner thighs, to just out of reach of her wet folds, to an inch just above her clit. By the time I actually pressed my lips against it, she was shivering with need.
Her thighs were glistening with her arousal. I dragged my tongue over her clit, tasting her for the first time. A musky sweetness spread all over my mouth, reminding me of raspberries, peaches, and whipped cream.
I kissed her sensitive bud and she gasped with shameful arousal. I started suckling her gently at first, then more firmly until she was writhing beneath me.
“Please! I’m still sore,” she begged.