Her hands were still tied, and I wasn’t going to untie them. I wasn’t that stupid.
I pushed her onto the floor so she was lying on her back, her hands trapped beneath her.
“Is this what you want?” I asked her.
She bit her lower lip, but she didn’t say no. I ducked my head and, through the silky material, closed my mouth over the nub of her other nipple. I sucked hard, making the top wet, drawing her into my mouth, and then I bit her, hard.
“Oww!”
Her body bucked, and my dick grew even harder. Fuck, I was likely to explode if I wasn’t careful, and I hadn’t even done anything yet. I jammed my erection against her, though we had two layers of clothing between us, and pleasure shuddered through me. I wasn’t a fool enough to think she wasn’t doing this for a reason, however.
She thought that by getting closer to me I’d take pity on her and let her go.
I released her nipple from my mouth. “How many men have touched you like this?”
Her lips parted, but she didn’t meet my eye. “A few.”
She was lying.
“Who did you get to meet behind that fence? The men who work for your father? Did you ever fuck any of them, huh? How tainted is this pussy?”
Her bottoms had a stretchy drawstring, and I shoved my hand down the front. She wore a pair of knickers, but they were a tiny scrap of material. Maybe she was faking it, but as I slid my finger between her folds and found her wet, her body said otherwise. I penetrated her, crooking my finger to massage her inner walls. She was tight and hot, and I fought an urge to fuck her there and then, to have her clamped around my cock and pound her hard.
I lifted my weight off her enough to pull the pyjama bottoms down off her hips and thighs, and finally off her feet. Her legs were gloriously bare, long and smooth and ready to wrap around my hips.
I slipped my finger back through her pussy and ran her wetness across her lips. “Suck it. Taste yourself.”
She parted her lips obediently, and I shoved my finger deep into her mouth, making her gag.
“Suck harder.”
She did, cleaning herself of her pussy juice, and I withdrew my finger.
“My father controls my life.” She licked her lips. “Take me with you and give me a new one.”
I stared at her. Was that what all of this was about? She thought I was going to rescue her from her big bad daddy and give her a new life?
I shook my head at her. “I’m not your fucking rescuer. Is that really what you think? Stupid girl.”
I sat back, doing my best to ignore the erection that tented the front of my trousers.
She sat up and backed away from me, pushing herself with her feet so she slid across the wooden floor. “No, that wasn’t what I—”
“Wasn’t it?” I didn’t let her finish. “’Cause it sure as hell looked that way to me. You think you can spread your legs and then we’ll be what? Soul mates? You’re fucking deluded.”
Even so, my cock ached. I unzipped my trousers and freed its length. Her eyes widened at the size of it, jutting out in front of me. I fisted my erection and worked my length.
“Is this what you wanted? You think you can manipulate me by getting your hand or mouth or cunt around my dick?”
“No, please.” There was fear in her dark eyes now.
“No? You changed your mind, did you?”
“Not like this.”
I approached her, my cock in my hand. She backed up until her spine was up to the wall. I moved my hand up and down my length, squeezing and smoothing the precum over the head. She stared at my cock, as though fascinated and horrified in equal measures, and I enjoyed her gaze on me. I grew harder, the veins standing out, and masturbated faster. I hadn’t come for some time, and I knew this wasn’t going to take long.
The strap of her camisole hung down one shoulder, baring one breast—the one I’d bitten. I could still make out the red imprinted ring of teeth marks. I stood over her as she cowered. My hand made athwackingnoise and the muskiness of my precum filled the air.