He shrugged, and after a beat, handed it to me. “Back on the bed, head against the wall, feet on the mattress, thighs spread.”
Well, with clear commands like that…
I did as he asked, making sure my ass jiggled as I crossed back over, crinkling the plastic in my hand as I did. Moving myself into position, my skin shivered at how heavy his gaze was on me. I had him rapt as I spread my legs and showed him my pussy, already wet for him.
I’d been bone fucking dry in my sleep, but he had me soaked through already. Just that growly voice, a few commands, and he was playing me like a fiddle.
“Now what?” I asked.
“Pour some of my cum over your pussy and rub it in, swirl it around your clit, fuck it into your hole. Get yourself nice and sloppy.” His words were thick with lust, and the tent in his pants had grown. He was no longer touching himself, though, only watching, head tilted forward, eyes heavy.
His cum was cold as I poured it over my pussy, right from the bottle. It made me yelp a little at the temperature difference, but shit, it was sexy. I rubbed it through my pussy lips and groaned at how slick I became, moving his fluid around my clit, under the hood, and down towards my hole.
It dripped toward my ass, and I scooped it back up, bringing it to my lips to suck the flavor off.
He tsked at me. “Did I tell you to do that?” He took a step closer, away from the door at last, drawn in.
“I needed to taste you, sir,” I whispered, smiling to myself at the way the name made him freeze up for a second.Sir or CO Darling, I remembered.
“Only when I say so.”
I bit my lip and looked at him. “Are you going to punish me?”
He fell to his knees at my bedside and wrapped his hands around my hips, yanking me forward so my ass was hanging clear off the bed. I gasped, scrambled for purchase, my head bending at an awkward angle against the wall.
“This pussy isn’t nearly sloppy enough for what I have planned,” he said, before leaning in and giving mea lick. I almost cried out, but threw a hand over my mouth to calm it, biting into the side of my palm as he tongued my clit and sucked his cum up, groaning vibrations into me.
From my curved position, I could see him work, gathering up what I’d spread and pushing it into my hole.
“And what do you have planned?” I asked, breathy, my nipples pointed hard, my clit aching.
He smirked against me, bit my clit, and pressed three fingers inside me all at once. This time, his free hand came up and slapped against my mouth to stop my cry from the intrusion.
“I’m wondering how many fingers we can get inside you, little killer. Do you think I can make you my puppet?”
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Adrian
Her pussy was tight around my fingers, her body stiff, but softening as she welcomed me in. And I could tell from how wet she was, her fluid mixed with my cum, that she wanted this.
Sick bitch.
My resentment for her grew as I shoved three fingers into her hole over and over, smirking as she panted, pushing her thighs wider, giving me better access. Such a desperate little killer.She was supposed to hate this, hate me, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t let it happen. She wouldn’t let it happen.
I snatched the bottle of cum from the bed and tipped more over her crotch, enjoying the sight of it pouring through the valleys of her.
“Adrian…” she sighed my name, like it would get her what she wanted. I caught her eye and sneered, basking inher surprise, her blush. She was my body to control; she had nothing over me.
I worked her pussy, spreading my fingers out until she was almost ready for another. She writhed, grasping at me, panting and whining. It must have hurt, but that only egged her on.
“Shut up,” I snapped at her, my focus on her pussy; the rest of her may as well not exist. I had an idea in my head, and I wasn’t stopping until I’d achieved it.A little teaser.
“What are you going to do?” she asked, full of open curiosity, her arms wrapping over her chest like that might protect her from whatever the hell this was.
I spat on her clit and smeared it with cum before pressing a fourth finger into her. She winced; the stretch too much, the skin around her entrance tight and straining. Pain made her body shudder, but she didn’t tell me to stop, only breathed heavier, like she was focusing.She was my fucking toy, bending under me, breaking. Satisfaction rippled through me, images of what was to come.
“A hand puppet, right?” she asked, her voice so damn quiet.
