I plastered my front to her back, chin in the crook of her neck, and travelled my palms all over her body. “Fast little learner, aren’t you?” I grabbed her tits and kneaded them. She choked on her pleasure. I turned her around once more to face me, gripping her hips. “Raise your arms.”
She did with no reluctance, her eyes filled with pure want.
Leather cuffs hung from chained hooks in the ceiling above our heads. I secured her wrists and tugged to test the restraints. When she didn’t use her safe word, trusting me fully, I rewarded her with a quick kiss on the cheek. “Good girl.”
“Will you take your shirt off too…Master?”
“Do you want to see me naked?”
“I’ve been thinking about it since the minute you started talking to me.” She chewed her lip.
Her honesty was refreshing and a little endearing. I undid the buttons of my dress shirt. “Only because you asked so nicely.”
Darla sighed in awe as my naked chest came into view. “You’re so beautiful, Zeno.”
The compliment caught me off guard, as well as the sincerity in it.
I’d been called hot. I’d been called sexy. I’d even been called handsome occasionally.
But never once had I been called beautiful.
My silence had her rushing out a quick, “I meanMaster, sorry.”
I kissed her forehead, unsure what to do with the tightness in my chest. “You’re very sweet.” I wisped my lips over her mouth in a ghost of a touch, a shot of lust zinging between us. “I bet you taste like it too. Spread your legs wide, baby. Your master is fucking hungry.”
With a soft mumble that sounded like a prayer, she widened her stance.
I dropped to my knees like I did every Sunday for confession. I may be a sinner, but I was still a good Catholic boy. I’d been raised from a young age to worship the Lord…and every tight pussy that came my way.
Including Darla’s smooth, waxed cunt.
Grabbing her thighs, I draped her legs over my shoulders, her entrance poised right at my mouth. She gasped and I chuckled darkly, pushing her thong aside with a quick flick of my teeth. I blew air against the swollen folds and she moaned, her high heels digging into my back. “Naughty little virgin, aren’t you?”
Darla released a throaty noise.
I sank my tongue in her pussy and licked like a starving man finding sustenance.
A bone-deep tremor rocked her body and she let out an earth-shattering groan as her thighs clenched around my head. I tightened my hold on her ass as I feasted on her, knowing she’d have finger-shaped bruises on her backside tomorrow. Lathering her clit in saliva, I flicked it in fast jabs and eventually sucked it into my mouth, causing Darla to shake around me with a dick-hardening moan. I didn’t want her to come too quickly so I switched to rimming her tight opening.
I peered up at her, only to find her watching me with tears smarting her eyes. She was enjoying this. I grinned around her wet flesh and started fucking her with my tongue. Showing her how I’d use my cock on her if she’d let me. I’d fuck her until she filled my scarred back with nail marks. I’d fuck her until she had no choice but to slap me because I was just that fucking big and she was just so fucking petite down there.
I’d fuck her until Darla was nothing but a slave to the fire I ignited inside of her.
Her cum smeared all over my mouth and chin as I ate her, my nose bumping her clit at every swipe. My exhales grazed her cunt as I greedily inhaled the scent of her femininity. She was so responsive, moaning incoherent words under her breath, coming alive under my touch. I could feel her throbbing every time my tongue entered her tightness and knew she was close.
She squirmed above me, the cuffs digging into her wrists as she panted and screwed her eyes shut.
I didn’t care if this was too much for her.
I wanted her to look at me when I fucked her like this.
“Look at your master when you come.” I slapped her pussy.
“Oh,God.”
“Nah, baby. He’s not the one putting in the work.” I bit the top of her mound in warning until a lone tear dripped down her cheek. “I am. So fucking say my name, Darla.”
“Master!”