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“You can always dream,” I throw back.
“Mmm… It won’t be a dream when I brand you and make you ride my cock so hard that you feel me inside you day and night.”
Holy fucking shit…
“I’ve never felt jealousy before you. And seeing as you’ve inflicted this fucking on me, I’m coming to realize that I can be very possessive over what belongs to me. Very uncomfortably so. Now say sorry to my cock for your insolence and for making me lose my fucking mind. And make the apology very thorough.”
I want to protest but all I can think about is how desperate I am to push backwards and feel him fill me all the way up.
“I’m not apologizing,” I offer up as some frail dregs of resistance.
“Yes, you are,” he breathes, the swollen head of his cock still resting against the entrance to my pussy. “Now begin your work. I’ll inform you when you’ve apologized sufficiently.”
“You’ll be waiting all day,” I shoot back, wishing I believed it.
“I’m a patient man, Indigo. I guarantee you’ll give in before I do. Now please slide the tight cunt that now belongs to me slowly backwards onto my cock. Idareyou to make me wait…”
I feel him watching me as I breathe through the frustration, wondering how long I can resist the urge to relieve the ache pulsing through my pussy, the desperation to have him fill me up and fuck me very very hard.
Each time he does it, it feels like he’s shifting the cells of my body, cleansing me of something else, the beautiful armored mass of him so overwhelming that I feel him on my skin even when he’s not there.
I breathe deeply against the wood, amazed at his self-control. He’s rock hard and ready, but he doesn’t push in, not even an inch, as if willing to wait until I “apologize” first.
Fuck that.
I’m not willing to apologize for going on a date because I rejected his fuck buddy request.
My mind starts to wander… What did he mean by us working it out? Is that just some excuse to keep fucking me? Or does he want us to actually try and be a couple? And if it’s the former, could I use him as much as he’s using me? I crave him so acutely and he shifts the energy of my body so competently that I can’t help but wonder if maybe this is the kind of bodywork my erstwhile therapist told me I needed.
I clutch the table, trembling as I resist the urge to push myself backwards on the delicious hard dick just waiting for me.
In an effort to give myself some release, I edge the fingers languishing underneath my belly slowly downwards towards my clit, only for his hand to grab my arm, pulling it out—the force strong, but his touch gentle.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You’ve been a very disobedient little girl. There’s only one way naughty girls like you get a release… and that’s with a cock inside them—”
But his words are cut short as I push backwards, just a little, an inch, maybe two, a moan escaping me as he fills up the opening, stretching me out with his stiff girth in a way that feels too sinful for words.
His deep thick exhalation has me losing control and I slowly begin to rock backwards and forwards just a little until I can’t take it anymore and plant both hands firmly onto the table, pushing back in one rough movement which has him filling me completely.
My high-pitched moan dances with his bestial groan as I begin to slide myself up and down along his shaft, unable to get enough, to feel enough, to go fast enough, to go slow enough, or get him deep enough inside me.
“Good girl,” he hisses, but drowning as I am in pleasure, I’m too distracted to respond, and instead relish my own capitulation. “Show daddy how sorry his girl is.”
“I’m not sorry,” I mutter, rocking my pussy backwards and forwards to feel him inside me as much as I can. “I'm just using your cock for my own enjoyment.”
I can’t even believe those words fell from my mouth.
A few sharp blasts of air hit the side of my face, as if him letting out breaths of amusement.
His lips find the skin next to my ear and his tongue emerges to very slowly lick the side of my face as I moan in pleasure, riding him faster. “And for mine, wildflower,” he whispers, using his own force for the first time to venture deep inside me and stay there.
He thrusts inside me roughly. “Did that feckless fuck turn you on, Indigo?” he sneers.
“Stop,” I whisper, his jealous rancor making me nervous.
“Did he?”
“No,” I reply in earnest.
