Page 5 of Selfish Desires

“A whore like you can handle this because you fucking love it,” I murmured, palming her ass where the paddle had struck seconds ago. The spot was warm to the touch, already blooming into a slight hue of pink. “You've never looked more beautiful.” My lips brushed her flushed cheeks as her chest heaved. My mouth watered at the sight of her pink, hard nipples, biting my lower lip instead of biting the tight buds.

“Please,” she begged, shifting uncomfortably under my hand, but that one word sent a rush of heat straight to my dick.

“So wet for me. You were born to be treated this way,” I breathed out, maintaining a steady rhythm on her swollen bud while grazing my teeth against her neck. “No one can make a good slut like you this wet. You know why?” I finger fucked her harder. “Because you belong to me.” The sweet scent of arousal filled the room—her arousal—and all the blood in my body rushed to my dick.

I pulled back suddenly, leaving Wendy gasping for more contact. A perverse sense of satisfaction washed over me as I heard her cry at the loss. Licking my lips with anticipation, I lifted the paddle once again.

The second strike came without warning, just like the first. Wendy's body jerked forward, and a strangled protest spilled over from her lips. But when I glanced down at her reddened ass and glistening pussy, there was no mistaking the pulse of pleasure that clenched around nothing.

“More,” she forced out breathlessly.

“I told you not to speak unless I say so,” I growled before delivering another sharp smack and then another, followed by four more with the paddle to her raised, hot pink flesh. The muffled groan she let out was music to my ears as I toyed with her swollen clit, sending jolts of ecstasy mixed with pain through her bound body. Wendy gasped, her back arching against the silk as she fought against a wave of sensations. I could see the strain in every line of her body, how she bit her lower lip to choke back the moans wanting to escape.

“That's it. Be my good girl,” I encouraged, my breath hitching in my throat at the sight of her before me. The power I felt...it was intoxicating. “Come for me.”

Wendy uttered a wild cry, ripping through the silence and confirming what I already knew—she had surrendered herself completely to me.

I wasn't sure whether regret or relief gripped my heart right then. But as I watched Wendy's lithe body convulse in pleasure, bound by silk ties and blindfolded by trust, one thing became crystal clear—leaving her would be the hardest decision I ever made. I kept my hand gripped to her pussy until she came down from her orgasm, her knees knocking, legs shaking. Her chest heaved, and she longed to lean her head against my chest, but I redirected her head to press against the bedpost. I stepped back, tossing the paddle to the corner of the room, hearing it thud across the floor.

Jerking Wendy's hips away from the bedpost as far as her tied arms would permit her, I snaked my body between hers and the post. I dropped to my knees, my mouth inches from her glistening cunt, slick with her juices. That first lick after she came was always the best, as the taste of her against my tongue hit me hard, as potent as the first time.

“So good,” I murmured against her, the sound vibrating against her sensitive folds. Her body clenched, and a soft whimper left her lips.

My fingers dug into the satin flesh of her hips, holding her in place as my mouth continued to devour and tease her. The faint, musky scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, racing through my veins like a drug. Wendy’s moans echoed around the room and into my heart. My mouth enclosed over her swollen clit as I sucked harder, her knees wobbling every time my tongue altered between her bud and dipped into her cunt.

“Please,” she gasped, fingers clutching tighter onto the silken ties restraining her. The word was strangled, desperate.

“Please, what? Use your words.” My tongue licked the juices leaking from her pussy, coating my tongue. “Tell me what you need me to do.”

“Stick your tongue in me. Please.” Wendy leaned forward until her head pressed against the bedpost, and another strangled moan left her mouth.

I obliged immediately, taking her command as a vindication of my power over her. My tongue slipped inside her, tasting the sweetness that was Wendy. Her body arched, her fingers slithering against the silken ties that bound her. My hands moved to her hips, gripping the tender flesh as I continued. With each lick, each plunge of my tongue inside her warm depths, Wendy reacted. Her body writhed in pleasure as she fought with the twisted restraints.

“Is this what you needed?” I questioned against her wet folds, my voice rumbling against her skin.

“Yes,” she gasped, chasing her breath. “Please don't stop.”

“Good girl,” I murmured against her slick folds before plunging my tongue back inside her. I felt her flinch at the contact; a half-gasp, half-moan noise left her lips, making me smirk against her.

My grip on her hips tightened as I continued driving my tongue deeper into her warmth, feeling every pulse, every throb that radiated from within her. Wendy’s body bucked above me in response to each swift stroke of my tongue. When Wendy's legs began to tremble, I knew she was on the edge.

I pulled back abruptly and stood up. “You're going to come. But not on my mouth.”

The room grew silent, save for the ragged breaths escaping Wendy's lips. I untied her wrists, letting her limp arms fall to her sides, and she slumped against my body, almost lifeless, but we weren't done. I steered her body onto the bed, bending her over the mattress, her bruised flesh exposed to the light and my eyes. Trailing featherlight fingers over the puckered flesh of my work, my heart tightened, knowing what would come next would be the finale, but I had to do this. I had to make her feel like I took what I wanted from her, only to leave her with nothing. Too many times, Wendy had told me that I was her world, and tonight, I would make her lose it.

I bent down until my lips were an inch from Wendy's dripping cunt again. “Look at how much you want this,” I murmured, my voice echoing through the hollow silence of the room. I let my hot breath fan over her aching flesh, a sadistic smile playing at the corners of my lips.

“But V...Vincent, I can't...” she stammered out, her voice barely more than a whisper. She tried to prop herself up on shaky arms but quickly failed, collapsing back onto the bed in exhaustion. “Please let me come,” she begged.

“You will,” I said sharply, pushing her face against the mattress. Insatiable and cruel, I spread her legs wide, dragging my boxers down until my pulsing cock sprung free, beads of pre-cum leaking from the tip. I placed my hands firmly on her hips, gripping them with bruising force as I bent down to taste her again. My tongue swiped across her drenched folds, landing on her engorged clit, my mouth enclosing over the bud.

“Ahh…no,” she moaned, arching her back to get away from the intense sensation. But it was too late; I had her where I wanted.

With each flick of my tongue, she shivered and gasped. When I bit down, she let out a shriek that echoed in the room. Her body tried to squirm away, but I kept her firmly in place. My fingers dug into her sides, branding their journey across her skin.

“Vincent... please...” she sobbed out, her voice hitching as another wave of pleasure coursed through her. She was begging but didn't seem to know whether it was for me to stop or continue.

“Tell me how much you need my cock in your tight cunt that belongs to me,” I urged her, my harsh command echoing in the room. My free hand slid into her hair, gripping it tightly as I pulled her head back. When her legs started to quake, I removed my mouth from her pussy, robbing her of another orgasm. I lined the tip of my dick up with her center, running the head up and down her slit.

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