I twist my fingers, pressing down on her G-spot and pump over it until Kenna’s body arches over the sawhorse, moisture soaking my hand as a scream rips its way out of her, loud enough that I wouldn’t be surprised if we get a check-in from a monitor.
“That’s it. Fuck, that’s sexy. Good girl.” Her pussy squeezes so hard, it nearly breaks my fingers off inside her and I swear, the next time she comes, it’ll be around my dick. That’s my last coherent thought before I lose it. Ribbons of cum shoot out of me, painting her ass and thighs. Marking her. Mine.
It takes a minute for my eyes to regain focus. My legs shake as I pull my fingers out of her, dripping with her cream. With a smirk, I run my hand through the cum that spurted over her lower back, rubbing it in.
Kenna’s body goes slack over the bench as she gives a hoarse laugh. She flexes her limbs and gives a happy little shiver. I retrieve the towel and bottle of water I stashed under the sawhorse earlier and kneel in front of Kenna. She grins at me sleepily as I crack it open and put it to her lips.
She takes a sip, then another, her eyes glued to mine from behind her mask. I wipe a droplet off her lower lip with my thumb before taking a swig from the bottle.
“Five,” I say with a smirk.
Kenna laughs mirthlessly and drops her head to the padded bench. “Best punishment ever.”
I clean her up and release her restraints, massaging her wrists and ankles before letting her get up. Kenna stands, a little wobbly, her expression dazed and euphoric. She lets me wrap her in an aftercare blanket.
I scoop her up, holding her tight to my chest as I settle us in the cushy armchair. Her mouth nuzzles against my throat and she makes a contented sigh. For one brief moment, I’m completely at peace; everything I’ve ever wanted within my grasp.
Except… she doesn’t know the truth, and that twists my stomach. The reality of what I’ve done—how I’ve deceived her—is that something she can forgive?