Page 39 of Seduce & Destroy

Kenna hadn’t seemed to notice that yet as she prompted me to lift my arms for her to rip my shirt off of me. Her eyes were laser-focused, it was kind of scary, but I abided by her instructions and held my arms up. I could tell the exact moment she saw me, sans underwear, because she paused.

“That for me?” She said.

I shaved.

“Everything is for you,” I responded. It was a lie. The day after Tilly’s funeral, I had an intense need to feel clean. I was scrubbing profusely on my body in the shower and thought the hair would have to go to, but I didn't tell her that. I’ll make her feel special.

She tilted her head back and groaned at my words, before sliding her hands into my jeans and pulling them clean off.

I spread my legs and shifted my hips to get closer to the edge of the chair, easier access, but she slapped me right in the pussy instead. It was cruel, unexpected, but I felt a small gush of wetness puddle between my legs.

“Don’t look so eager yet, I’m still fully clothed.” Bitch.

My hands sprung outward, fisting fabrics on her body to pull her closer. “Don’t make me wait.” I pleaded with her.

“Only good girls get a reward,” she replied. She pulled away from me then, and my entire body almost moved with her, but she placed a hand between my breasts to push me back down.

She peeled her tight cargo trousers off and her cami but left her underwear on before straddling me on the chair. I could orgasm from just her physique as I admired the toned abs that she usually hid under her tight fitting tops. Her eyes were dark, but I was undeterred as I slid my hands down both her sides, caressing gently in admiration.

She stared at my body, seeming to revel in the power position that I had given her. I grew increasingly more lethargic at her proximity, but I was also desperate for her touch, so I bucked into her to get her to move or do something.

In a swift motion, she gripped one of my breasts, hard, locating the nipple before she sharply twisted it. I almost screamed and moaned at the same time, but her other hand flew to my mouth, blocking the noise from escaping.

“We’ve got to be quiet; can you do that for me princess?”

Unable to speak, I gave her a firm nod as I met her eye.

Her hand then travelled down my neck to my chest, briefly tickling my nipple before finding my pussy swollen and gently, slotting one finger inside.

My back bent at the insertion.

“Oh, she likes that,” Kenna said, more to herself than anyone else, but she didn’t move the finger inside me. “I’m going to make you come so hard, you won’t remember your name.”

I panted underneath her, willing her to move, almost begging her to.

She leaned over me further, the chair reclining further back at her movement. Her boobs came into contact with my face.

“Suck,” she commanded and curled her finger inside me.

I keeled forward and my mouth latched onto one of her breasts. I sucked hard, hoping that she would reward me, but she just moaned herself. The sound took me by surprise. It was vulnerable and amped up our intimacy.

Letting go of her nipple, I kissed and sucked around it in the hope of leaving marks—a declaration for other people to see that Kenna Whether was mine. My mouth moved to her other breast and gave it equal attention.

Then, Kenna withdrew her finger and for a moment I felt empty. I couldn’t see what she was doing as she entirely blocked my sightline, but quickly something cool and hard touched my intimate skin.

There was a click and then, this foreign object penetrated me. It was much larger than her finger, but by now I was wet enough to take it efficiently despite its chill.

I tried to look between our bodies, but Kenna tutted disapprovingly. Only good girls get a reward so a good girl I will be.

Still, I writhed and willed Kenna to move the object inside me.

“This is to get you as wet as possible,” she explained. “Most of the pleasure is in your clit, I haven’t forgotten about it.”

I blushed. Obviously, my sexual inexperience was clear as day but if she minded, she didn’t show it. Instead, she leaned down to kiss my jaw. I tried to return similar kisses to whatever skin I could reach, yet it was clumsy, and I still bucked my hips to get some kind of release from the pressure in my pussy.

As Kenna bent to lay warm wet marks on my skin, I had a clear line of sight to the offending object that sat in my pussy right now.

I gasped. It was a gun.

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