“But—”
I deliver a slap to her inner thigh.
“Aaah.” She throws her head back and pants hard.
Slap!
She bucks her hips, her pussy glistening with even more arousal.
I want to explore this affinity to pain, but she’s already so obscenely wet, and I need to get the next step with the wine bottle moving.
“I’m going to push the curved part of this toy into your tight little cunt.” I enunciate each word, enjoying how she whimpers. “And when you’re spread open for me, I’ll fill you up with wine.”
“No,” she moans.
“I’m glad you approve.”
She’s so well lubricated that the silicone toy slides in without obstacle. It works like a speculum and spreads open her vagina, only with thin handles at either side that I can use to adjust the stretch.
Phoenix’s inner muscles close in around it and push the toy’s arms together.
“Relax.” I give her a gentle swat.
Her pussy spasms once more before the muscles loosen.
“Good girl.”
Her pussy twitches, and her clit swells beneath my gaze.
My mouth waters. And not in expectation of drinking the wine. Every part of this young woman provides me with endless fascination.
I pull apart the toy’s arms, opening her up again and make a mental note to purchase another one made of stainless steel… or titanium.
“Now,” I say as I hold the mouth of the bottle to her gaping hole. “Bottoms up.”
She makes a plaintive noise, but her pussy reacts the same way it did when I gave her praise.
Tilting the bottle, I pour in enough liquid to fill a shot glass. She twitches again, and wine spills down her pussy lips and toward her ass. I swoop down and drink the liquid before she manages to push it out.
Her overheated body has warmed the Sancerre beyond a temperature suitable for white wine, but it has also rendered a mediocre sauvignon blanc delicious. I swallow down the liquid, humming my approval, and lick her clean.
Phoenix moans, her hips jerking. I feel her swollen clit rubbing against the tip of my nose. I delve my tongue in and out of her passage, chasing away the flavor.
Blood pulses to my cock with each of her cries, and I’m so hard that it makes me lightheaded. Every metallic button in my fly feels like blunt knives stabbing into my cock. I need to fix this situation—now before I lose control.
Phoenix isn’t just completely at my mercy but she has entrusted both her pleasure and her safety into my care.
I draw back and meet the heat in her eyes.
“More?” I ask.
“Please,” she says with a desperation that makes my cock ache.
Her lower half stays perfectly still for the next shot, even though her chest rises and falls like bellows. The lace of her bra obscures her nipples, and I regret not making her undress.
There will be other times.
Of that, I am certain.