Page 67 of Plaything

In an effortlessly swift movement, she swung her leg over me again. The bed shifted as she hovered over me, depriving my dick of what was above.

My fingertips moved to grab the single string that would untie me. It would be so simple to let myself take control. I needed her pussy against me. I needed my hands to grip her hips while pulling her back and forth on top of me. Fuck, I wanted to be inside her.

I couldn’t untie myself—this needed to happen her way. So that when we were done, she’d realize she’d rather be the one tied up. I let go of the silk and sighed, only for my breath to come out as a throaty moan as she lowered her hips.

“Fuck,” I cursed into her mouth. Wet didn’t even begin to describe the sensation of her pussy. It was soaking and slick. “Awe,” I teased. “Your little pussy is dripping, Baby.”

She broke away from our sloppy kiss, allowing me to open my eyes. “You sound flattered?” she questioned.

Her face was the only thing in view. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks stained a rosy pink. Whether that blush was from embarrassment or arousal, I didn’t care.

Returning to my experimental manipulation, I chose the following words with intent. “If you want me to flatter you, you’re going to have to do more than kiss me, Darling,” I informed. “If you want to hear how good you feel,” I raised my hips, running my dick along her slit. She shivered, absentmindedly putting more of her weight onto me, enjoying the friction. “If you want me to tell you how much of a good little girl you’re being, you’ll have to earn my praise,” I finished.

Like putty, she rocked herself against me, her brain becoming mush. Poor Baby, it was almost too easy.

She placed one last gentle kiss on my lips before she pushed her upper body up. My eyes greedily took her body in as she sat upright. Her makeshift shirt was still on, but everything below her ribs was bare, and it was mine.

Niko had made a fuss over how pretty her pussy was. Personally, I’d never cared much about the different ways a woman could look. They were all unique and sexy; I was a simple man. However... Niko was spot on. Odette had a very... very pretty pussy.

It was pink in color and glistening in her arousal. She was clean-shaven—or waxed, whichever gave her the result of complete bareness. This wasn’t a surprise coming from her—she was always kept together, and it was only assumed that her grooming habits reflected that.

My dick was slick and covered in her juices, making her glide her swollen clit against me easily. I’d been so distracted by the sight of her that her moans almost went unnoticed.

Her hands were behind her, propping herself up as she held my knees. She used the angle to her advantage as she rubbed herself against me. Her eyes were closed, with her head slightly tilted back. Moans—a delicate mixture of whimpers and soft breathing blessed my ears.

She looked like fucking art. With each moan, she made the air around her a slave to her lips.

Watching Odette like this had my dick throbbing. With her grinding against me, I feared I might not last long. “That’s it, Baby. Your pussy feels so fucking good,” I encouraged. “Does this feel good? Tell me how much you’re enjoying yourself,” I instructed.

Selfishly, I wanted to hear that proper mouth of hers say dirty things. I wanted to taint her innocence so badly.

She let out a long, breathy moan as she moved faster. “I—” she struggled to form a sentence. This time, the blush was from embarrassment.

I smirked. “Use your big girl words for me, Baby,” I husked out, hoping to trigger a reaction I’d been craving.

As if the simple words were a key to a waterfall, I felt more wetness pool out of her onto me. Her hands were squeezing my knees, keeping herself stable as she rode me. “Dominic,” she moaned.

Daddy. Sir. Master.

Dominic was not what she’d be calling me in the bedroom—that I was sure of. However, now wasn’t the time to introduce that until we gave her options. Daddy may very well be a hard limit for her—seeing as she had very real father issues.

Still, The thought of the endearments coming from her mouth made my dick twitch. “Oh, I know, Baby,” I dismissed.

My breathing was harder now as I tried to control myself. My mind was plagued with the awareness of how easily I could break out of the silk restraints. Precum was leaking out of me as she expertly worked her pussy on me.

This was precisely what I wanted. Usually, when sex got desperate, sweaty, and messy, it didn’t always look the best, which was expected. But she made desperation look stunning. She was a moaning mess, spilling her arousal onto me like I was nothing but a dick for her to grind on. The only thing on her mind was getting off.

I was entranced by every movement she made. Every sound, every breath, every twitch of her aching core against mine.

If I thought her addicting before, now I knew that if something were to happen, and our relationship were to end, no rehab could save me. Each breath she breathed was Nicotine. Her lips, the finest liquor. Her touch mimicked the effects of hard drugs.

Her hips moved faster as she found another rhythm, this one more jerky than the last. I knew it wouldn’t be long until she crumbled atop me. “Are you going to cum, Odette? Is that what you want? Do you want to cum for Da- me?” Fuck.

“Yes!” She cried as she breathed heavily. Her stomach muscles contracted as she moved, her hip bones coming in and out of visibility as she moved in the most natural way humans do. Cumming was one of the most intense sensations we could have, and she’d been deprived of it for too many years.

Once we introduced her to more aspects of our desires, she’d never be left unsatisfied. In fact, I was sure she’d become our personal little nympho, craving our touch or dominance to clear her head. If she was this desperate now, she’d be a sobbing mess later.

My dick twitched as I felt my own climax begin to unfold. “You’re going to make me cum, Baby,” I warned.

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