Page 45 of Little Puppet

I click the button again, shaking my head. “No. It’s just right.”

The closer she gets, the more she moves on her strings.

“Careful, puppet. Those strings are rated for a lot of weight. You won’t break them. You will, however, rip hoops from your flesh if you’re not careful.”

The ones in her arms tug taut as she arches off the bed into the toy’s vibration.

“Cain, please,” she moans.

I shift closer, rimming her ear with my tongue. “Go on, darling. Come for me.”

It’s as if she was waiting for permission. She screams and shatters, bucking on all her strings, and I watch like she’s my orchestra and I’m her conductor.

“It’s too sensitive. Cain, please, turn it off.” She’s wiggling on the bed, forgetting how much damage she could cause if her flesh gives way and her hoops rip through.

“Remember that line we talked about? You’re not close yet, but you will be.”

Turning the toy up all the way, I inch closer, slinking my hand down to her ass below the clamp. My finger rings her tight hole before pressing inside. Her cum has slithered downward, and I press it inside with a deepthrust of my finger, causing her to lift her head off the bed.

Her mouth is wide open, her beautiful blonde hair smattered across her sweaty skin. Her eyes are as feral as a lioness wandering on a fresh kill.

“You see,” I tell her, pumping in and out of her ass, feeling the vibrations of the toy trembling against my finger. “The more you come, the higher you go, the more sensitive your body gets, the less it wants pleasure. Hence, the torture. I’m going to fuck you until you’re well over that line, puppet. And then, when you think I’m done, I’m going to fuck you more.”

“Cain, please!” Tears are running down her cheeks, and I want nothing more than for her to cry until her well runs dry.

Even though I can’t kill her for some ungodly fucking reason, I can take her close enough. Take her right to the edge of life to watch her dangle there for me.

Knowing my hand is the one who controls the strings is intoxicating.

Part of me wishes I’d have known it could be this good. The other part of me knows it’s only this good withher.

As I stretch her ass with another finger, she comes, her cum gushing out around the toy, warming my fingers as I tug them out, gather it up, and shove it back inside her ass.

“God, please! Please, stop!” Her begging only makesme feral, and a deep sense of animalistic power burrows through me like a mole seeking shelter.

“Never,” I growl, removing my fingers. Slinking down in between her suspended legs, I free my cock.

I don’t prepare her. Shoving inside her ass, the vibrations of the toy nearly overwhelm me as much as the tightness of her muscles that work to invite me home.

“Fuckkkkk, puppet,” I groan, letting my head fall back as I slide in and out of her perfect ass hole, the toy juddering and making me crazy at the feel.

“That h—hurts,” she whimpers, renewed tears falling over her flushed cheeks.

“Good,” I grit out.

Falling forward, I use one hand to unhook the strings running up her sternum one by one.

When I fall over her body, dropping onto my elbows, she’s too exhausted to fight me when my lips crash down on hers.

“Good girl, your ass takes me so fucking well. Do you know how good you feel?”

She lifts and retakes my lips, tongue lashing at mine. I swallow her moan when I twirl mine around the tip of hers, driving her wild for me as I fuck her ass hard and deep.

She’s close again, as her whimpers are growing needy and hungry.

I pull back, listening to her panted breaths and pleas of longing. “You filthy little fuck doll, you like having amurderer’s cock up your ass. Look how flushed you are. How close to coming all over my cock you are.”

“No,” she breathes, unable to help it when the overwhelming orgasm washes through her like the roar of a waterfall. Her screams are loud this time, her ass tightening around me in mind-numbing waves.

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