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My fingers tingle, and my scalp tightens. A pulse flares to life at my temples, and I raise my gaze to where her blonde hair is piled up in a messy bun. She’s short enough that she comes to the line of my heart. Perfectly tiny. Perfectly curvy. Perfect to be broken by me. Before I can stop myself, I reach down and pull out the single clip that holds up her hair. She gasps. Strands of white-gold hair pour down her back. The color is lustrous, pure, shining pale in the dim light that bathes her. A tremor grips her. Her fear leaches out into the air, laced with something sweet and complex… The scent of her arousal. I’m instantly hard—what the—! That’s only my second hard-on since I returned. The first was when I sawher.
I rub my chin, then grip her shoulder. Electricity zips down my arm, straight to my balls. She must sense it, too, for a whimper escapes her. My cock stabs into my pants, and fuck, if I don’t come right then. I bend my head and sniff the air next to her neck. Roses. Definitely roses, tinged with something sugary-sweet. The unmistakable scent of her arousal goes straight to my head. I curl my lips, then straighten and thrust my foot between her legs. A small cry escapes her, then she slides her legs apart. I release her, and she trembles again. The air between us vibrates with her uncertainty, her heightened emotions, her anticipation about what is to come.How far can I push you, little Dove, hmm?
"Bend over and grab your ankles," I order.
This time, she instantly complies. In this position, her heart-shaped butt juts out in the air. Her silver-colored thong rides up the valley between her butt cheeks and nestles between her pussy lips. Moisture glistens on her inner thigh, and my mouth waters. My thigh muscles harden, sweat beads my forehead, a-n-d why am I having such a primitive response to this woman? I thrust my hand between her legs and cup her pussy. Her knees seem to give way, and were it not for my grip on the most intimate part of her, she’d fall.
With my free hand, I grasp her hip to hold her in place, then I slide my finger under her thong and inside her slit.
"Ohgodohgodohgod," she gasps.
"You like that, hmm?"
She nods, then pushes out her butt so my finger slides deeper inside her hot, tight, wet cunt.
"Are you hungry for what I’m going to do to you, my little Dove?"
A low, keening whine emerges from her lips. I pull out my finger and suck on it. The popping sound as it leaves my lips sends another shiver racing up her spine. That’s when I tear off her panties.
She cries out.
I stuff the piece of silk into my pocket. Then, holding her hip, I step back to the side, widen my stance to brace myself, and bring my hand down on her arse. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoes around the room, and she yells. "What the—" She tries to pull away, but I hold her in place.
"Did you like that, little Dove?"
"No, you jerk hole, you bastard, you, ahhhh—" She bites off whatever else she’s going to say as my palm connects with her butt, this time, on the other cheek.
"It hurts, you maniac, what are you doing?"
In answer, I spank her arse cheeks again. She moans. I step back and survey the prints I’ve left on those fleshy globes. My dick thickens even further. A bead of sweat runs down my spine. I massage the reddened skin, and she whimpers. A fat bead of cum trickles down her inner thigh. I scoop it up and bring it to my lips. The taste of strawberries fills my palate. Interesting.
"So, tell me, little Dove, should I tie you up, then whip you, and then tear into your pussy? Or should I tie you up, then take your pussy, and then whip you?"
She freezes. "Wh-wh-whip me?"
"Does that bother you? Maybe you'd prefer I dispense with all the niceties and take you up the arse directly, hmm?"
"Up the… Up the-the…"
"Arse," I supply.
"What the—" Her arse cheeks clench. She tries to pull away, but I don’t let her.
"Or perhaps you prefer something more hardcore?"
"M-m-more hardcore?" she yelps.
"Hmm, let’s see. I take you up the arse, then use a vibrator on your clit, and stuff my fingers in your mouth. All of which drives you out of your head and makes you want to orgasm, but I won’t let you. So, you try to beg me for release—trybeing the operative word—because you can’t speak, as your mouth is otherwise occupied. But from the sounds you make, I’ll gather that’s what you want—because I’m good that way—and also, because your pussy is so saturated with your cum, and your inner walls are clenching down on your emptiness, and you’re frustrated enough that the keening sounds which emerge from you grow in intensity, and your breasts ache for my touch, and every part of you is heightened and ready for that release, but I don’t let you come. And then I pull out and plunge into the forbidden hole between your butt cheeks and—"
"Stop—" she cries and tugs on my grasp. I release her. She staggers forward, straightens, then spins around and raises her arm. I catch her wrist. When she takes in my features, her blue eyes widen. "You?"
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Penny
"What are you doing here?" I cry.
His lips curl. "What areyoudoing here?"
