“Never,” she whispers. “I’ll never beg you for anything.”
“No?” I step between her legs, nudging them apart with my knee as I press my fingertip against her clit. I’m rewarded immediately with her soft gasp and whine, and I can feel her throbbing against my finger. “Have you ever been this wet before? Have you touched yourself, maybe, and felt this?”
“I’ve never done that, I—”
“Don’t lie to me.” I pull my finger away immediately. “That’s another rule, Sofia. You can’t run, and you can’t lie. I’ll know if you do.”
She’d never in a million years admit it, but I can see her back arch when I pull my hand away, her thighs spreading just a little as she feels the loss of my touch.
“Everyone masturbates, Sofia,” I murmur, returning my hand to her wet, swollen pussy. I cup her in my hand for a moment, letting my middle finger sink between her folds as I press the tip to her clit again. “I know you’ve touched yourself here. I know you’ve made yourself come. Maybe you even fantasized about something like this, about a man who would make you give in to all the desires that you’re afraid to admit to. All the things you’ve wondered about but were too afraid to find out for yourself.”
“I never, I didn’t want—” She writhes under the pressure of my hand on her back again, but I can feel her pushing back into my touch, wanting more.
“But you do.” I slide my hand under her dress, stroking her lower back as I start to rub her clit in slow circles, enjoying the feeling of it throbbing under my touch. “The evidence of it is all over my hand, Sofia. It’s dripping down your thighs, you want it so badly. You want me to make you come with my fingers, with my tongue, even with my cock, although you think you’dneveradmit that. But we’ll start with fingers, tonight.”
Her head drops forwards, her breath coming in small, mewling gasps as I increase my speed, my palm pressed against the heat of her skin. Carefully, I take my left hand off of her back for a moment, ready to capture her again if she tries to move, but I can see that she’s losing herself in the pleasure of my fingers already. I yank down my zipper, groaning aloud with relief as my aching cock springs free, and I see Sofia stiffen at the sound, arching backwards as if she’s going to try to escape again.
“Don’t you dare,” I hiss, my fingers going very still against her clit as I pin her down with my hand again. “I told you not to lie to me, and I won’t lie to you, Sofia. I’m not going to fuck you. But Iwillshow you that you belong to me. All of you, from your lovely face down to this perfect pussy.”
She whimpers at that, slumping forward over the couch as my fingers start to move again, and her legs spread open despite herself. “Luca,” she gasps, but the sound of my name on her lips is different now, pleading instead of accusing.
“Are you going to beg, Sofia?” I lean forward, the head of my cock brushing against her inner thigh. I grit my teeth against the sensation, made so much stronger by a week without any pleasure other than my hand, and I feel my balls tighten as I stroke her clit faster, moving my finger in small quick circles as Sofia starts to moan.
“No!” she manages breathlessly. “I won’t—beg—you—for anything, I—”
“Not even this?” I tug at her clit gently between two fingers, slowing down my movements. “Not even an orgasm? I can make you come so hard, Sofia. Just from this. You can’t even imagine what I could do with my mouth, with my—”
“God, Luca!” Her voice rises to a higher pitch as she arches backwards, her ass pressing against me and forcing my hand to rub against her again. My cock is suddenly trapped between her thighs, sliding against the soft damp flesh as she grinds her hips down into my palm. I can feel how close she is, her pussy swollen with it, her arousal soaking my hand as her clit pulses against my fingertips.
I allow myself to enjoy it for just a moment, her submission to my touch even without words, the feeling of my rigid, aching cock rubbing against her silky thighs, and the feeling of her hot, wet flesh yielding to my fingers. I’m so close, and I’m just waiting for her to be on the knife’s-edge of climax, so close that she can’t stop herself from tipping over.
“You want to come for me, Sofia,” I whisper, leaning over her. “You know you do. You can tell me that you’re not mine all you want, but you’re lying. And you know what happens to girls who lie?”
“No,” Sofia whimpers. Her hips are twisting against me now, and I can feel her inner thighs trembling, her desire trickling against my palm as I rub her clit hard. “No, Luca—”
She’s on the verge of saying please. If she had, I think I might have let her come. The temptation is there to see my beautiful almost-bride tumble over the edge, to hear her moans and see her buck and writhe on my hand. But she clamps her lips shut instead, shaking her head even as her body strains against me.
“Girls who lie don’t get to come.”
I snatch my hand away right as she reaches the brink, her gorgeous ass arching upwards, her thighs splayed apart so that I can see the wet pink folds of the sweet, tight pussy that I so desperately want to sink my cock into. But instead I grasp the aching length in my hand, stroking once, twice, and a third time as hard and fast as I can, feet spread apart and braced as my hips thrust forward with a deep, shuddering need as I feel my long-overdue orgasm boiling up from my swollen balls.
“Fuck.” I groan aloud, my voice hoarse as my cock throbs in my hand, and I see the first splash of my cum over her perfect ass. Sofia stiffens immediately, the heat of it startling her. “Don’t fucking move,” I growl, my entire body shuddering as I stroke myself harder, the sight of my cum pearling over her skin almost dizzying. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen, and I push the head of my cock against the soft cheek of her ass without thinking, groaning and still shaking with the sheer pleasure of it. As the last drop pearls against her creamy skin, I wipe the head of my cock on her ass, slapping it against her skin once enough to make her jump a little before I step back, looking down at her.
For a moment neither of us moves, and I’m treated to a longer look at Sofia Ferretti draped over my couch, her skirt up around her waist and my cum decorating her skin.
“You’re mine,” I murmur, my voice harsh and deep. “And now you won’t forget it.”
Sofia
His voice drifts over me like smoke, dark and thick and dizzying. I’m so embarrassed that I can’t look at him, can’t move, can’t even bring myself to try to get up, despite the fact that he’s no longer holding me down.
I wait for him to clean me up, to fix my dress, to reach for me, but a second later I hear the sound of his footsteps walking away, and although I wait a few minutes more, they don’t come back.
That’s when it hits me.
He touched me for the first time where no one besides myself ever has, brought me so close to an orgasm that I wasalmoston the verge of begging him for it, and then came all over my ass—and left me here.
Like a discarded blow up doll. A toy. Something to use and forget about.