Page 61 of Promise of Punishment

“So badly.”

“Answer my question, and you’ll get it.”

She nods again, her lips parted with her heavy breaths.

I blow on the tight bud I’m circling and watch it pucker more. “Who’s after you, sweet angel?”

“I… what?” she asks, confused.

“Who’s after you? Who are you afraid of? And don’t tell me it’s no one.”

Her body stiffens, as I suspected it would. I lick the tip of her nipple and blow on it. She quivers and releases a shaky breath.

“Tell me, Fable,” I hum and lick the skin around her areola. “This is punishing me as much as it’s punishing you. I want to suck you so hard right here,” I circle her nipple, “my cock actually hurts.”

I use both hands and tease both her breasts, circling the skin, brushing the tight bud ever so slightly, and repeating the act. “Say the word, and I’ll reward you.”

“This isn’t a fun game,” she says, her hips rocking, although I don’t think she’s aware of what she’s doing.

“I can make it fun. Give me what I want, and I’ll fuck you the way you’ve been dying for me too.” And the way I’ve been dying to. I blow on her nipples again and grab a small vibrator from the nightstand. When I switch it on, she stops moving.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a gift for you.” I run it from her belly up to her cleavage, then circle her nipples with the gently vibrating tip.

She sucks in a sharp breath. “Oh god.”

“Does my little angel like that?” I kiss under each breast as I continue looping her nipples. “Please, Lord.” She begs. “Please, please touch me.”

“Answer me first. Who are you running from?”

“He can’t get me here,” she blurts, her hips rocking again.

So unyielding. I keep my groin too high for her to reach and get what she seeks. Time for more taunting. I run the vibrator over one nipple and suck the other into my mouth for a long pull, before releasing it with a pop. “More?”

She nods and plants her feet on the edge of the mattress, seeking my pelvis as she thrusts her hips higher.

“Naughty girl.” I kiss her ankles, then tie each in a satin sash, spreading her legs apart for me. “I can smell your arousal, and it’s driving me mad.”

“Then fuck me already,” she says to my surprise.

I let out a low chuckle. “You play dirty, Fable. But so do I.” I undo the clip to her lace knickers and fold the material back, bearing her glistening pink pussy to me. Have I ever been this hard before?

I glide the vibrator down her stomach to her clit and tease her everywhere but where she wants it.

She rolls her hips, panting. “You’re cruel.”

“You can end the game at any time. Give me my answer or tell me to stop.” I lower my face to her sweet cunt and breathe her in. “Heaven.” Unable to resist, I lick her clit and stick the tip of the vibrator in her pussy, moistening it, before pulling it out quickly.

She chases the sex toy with her groin but doesn’t tell me to stop.

“You hold all the power, angel.” I circle her nipples with the wet tip of the vibrator. Her mouth is stuck in an O as she pants. “You look so fucking beautiful tied up like this, needy and desperate. No one has ever tempted me the way you do. No one.” I bite her nipple and run the toy through her folds.

She cries out, looking on the verge of an orgasm. I straighten up and don’t touch her, my cock too hard and my patience too thin. “Put us both out of our misery, Fable, and tell me who’s after you so I can bloody fucking kill him.”

She freezes, and I fear I’ve lost her. Seconds tick. Then. “My dad. Now fuck me like you promised.”

“He’s dead, Fable. Dead.” I drop the toy on the bed, tear off my underwear, and plunge my fat cock inside her drenched, tight pussy.