God, she’s such a bad liar, but her discomfort is making me hard. I wonder if she can feel my cock stiffening, and I press it against her tighter until there’s not much hiding between us. She sucks in a gasp and I think she knows my thickness is stiffening just for her, and I wonder if she thinks I’m going to do something about it.
“Don’t talk about the girl that died. Don’t ask about her. Don’t mention her. Especially not around Lesley.”
“Why?” The word comes out strangled, a whisper.
“Because Lesley and Lucy were close, and Lesley doesn’t like reliving last year. We went through a lot when Lucy died, and we want to move on.”
“I understand,” she says, looking into my eyes as I pull back to see her face. “I won’t bring it up again. Can you let me go now?”
“Oh, pet. Do you think you learned your lesson?”
“Yes, I promise. I won’t do it again.”
“That’s all? I drag you into a cave far from anyone that can help you, and you think that’s everything?”
“Emilio,” she says and I love the way it sounds, so harsh and raspy. “What are you doing?”
I release one wrist and bury my fist in her hair. She gasps and grips my shoulder as I dip forward and bite her lower lip. She stares in shock and I kiss her throat, sucking hard, and she moves as I pull her hair tighter, exposing more of her slender neck. I could bite down and make her scream if I wanted, but instead I turn her around until her ass is pressed against my pulsing cock, and I keep her head tilted back as I kiss her tender throat.
“I’m reminding you what I can do when I’m properly motivated,” I purr in her ear. She wiggles her hips, ass grinding against my cock. “And right now, I am very motivated.”
“Asshole,” she whispers without malice.
My other hand roughly yanks her shirt up, exposing her breasts. She groans in shock but I don’t bother with her nipples. No, tonight I slip my fingers down the front of her jean shorts until I feel her warm, wet pussy beneath my palm, and as she’s starting to pull back, I yank on her hair and bite her chin hard enough to leave a mark.
“Fuck,” she gasps in shock, her fingers digging into the stone wall. I sink my fingers inside of her dripping, soaking wet cunt, and she whimpers in pleasure as the pain mixes and breaks her. I fuck her nice and slow with my fingers like that then tease her clit, and her ass grins against me, her whimpers coming faster and louder.
“Good girl,” I whisper in her air. “Good little girl. You’re my pet now, Kaye. You do as I tell you, and when you fuck up, I get to punish you how I choose. Do you like it when I punish you?”
“I don’t know,” she says, which meansfuck, yes.
I bite her ear and pull her hair and roll my fingers along her clit faster. She moans, low and harsh and guttural, then whimpers as I fuck her again. Her pussy is tight and warm and so goddamn wet it’s incredible. She wants this as badly as I do, and her body’s responding in a way I never imagined it would.
I keep going faster, and fist her hair tighter, owning her, controlling her. She works her hips and moans, louder, losing herself in a frenzy of pleasure, until I finally release her hair and wrap a hand around her throat.
She stiffens and goes very, very still.
The moment ends there. My fingers are buried inside her pussy, stroking her slowly, and my hand’s wrapped around her neck, but she’s not moving anymore. It’s as if the moment I touched her throat like this, some invisible trigger was pulled and now she can’t move. We’re on the razor’s edge, and I don’t know if this is going to force her past a line she’s never crossed before, or if it’s going to yank her back from bliss and ruin everything.
“You’re scared,” I whisper in her ear. “It’s my hand on your throat, isn’t it? You’re afraid right now, but you don’t have to be. You’re vulnerable to me, pet. You’re exposed and you’re in my hands. But I won’t squeeze. Do you trust me?”
“No,” she rasps. “I don’t.”
“Trust me, pet.” I continue to stroke her pussy. “I won’t squeeze. I need you to trust me.”
“Emilio.” She whimpers again, and this time the pleasure is laced with fear.
“Tell me to stop and I will.” Stroking, stroking, in and out, around her clit and back inside, finding her G-spot and stroking. “Say the words, pet.”
“Emilio. Fuck.” She groans and her eyes close. My hand remains on her throat. “Keep going.”
“Good girl. You’re such a good girl. I can tell this is a trigger for you, but when you come, it’s going to be like breaking through glass. Now listen to my voice, little pet. I want your soaking pussy to come on my finger. I want you to moan so loud your hoarse voice gets even more raw. I want you to lose yourself in pleasure and accept that you are all mine. You’re mine. Now come for me, pet.”
“Fuck, Emilio,” she whispers and her body stiffens as I find that G-spot and work it, stroking over it again and again. “Oh my god, I’m coming, I’m coming, oh, fuck.” She tightens, tenses, and her pussy clenches as she comes. Her eyes roll back and she moans wordless bliss, and I keep going, forcing her deeper and through it, my hand around her throat the whole time until she finally gasps for air, finished.
I release her and step back. She turns, leaning against the wall, and adjusts herself. She stares at me as I lick her pussy from my fingers.
“Now, you’ve learned your lesson. Go back to the others and get to work.”