Page 24 of Such A Good Girl

Her disgust at being pressed into the hot puddle gave way to her desire as I thrust my hips. The scrunched lines in her face smoothed out, and her mouth opened in a desperate moan as I pulled out and then thrust deeply into her.

‘That’s it, Pet. Take my dick like a good girl. I’m going to fill your hot cunt for you. It’s what you need, isn’t it?’

‘Yes,’ she whimpered. ‘Oh my god.’

Having her was more than I imagined it would be. When I’d fucked my cock with my fist, I’d imagined having her there on her knees, but she proved to exceed all expectations.

There was no resistance. She gave her body to me, letting me take whatever I pleased. Her thighs slackened, her back arching beneath the tight red straps of leather. I moved one hand from her hips to her collar, gripping it firmly.

Delicious whimpers fell from her mouth with each harsh thrust. Her eyes rolled as her pussy fluttered with each piston of my hips. I slid my other hand from her hips to her clit, twisting my fingers into the wet flesh, circling the swollen nub I found there.

She cried out, her body arching off the floor. A deep growl tumbled from my lips as she came, squealing into her puddle. Her pussy practically strangled my cock, and I pressed her fully to the floor, my jeans as soaked as she. My desperation had me pounding into her body, taking my pleasure harshly.

It only made her orgasm harder.

‘My perfect little pet. Look at what you do to me. Making me fuck your piss soaked body. A filthy slut.’

‘Yes,’ she sobbed, her breaths quickening as I neared my peak.

‘What are you?’ I demanded, my balls tightening and readying to fill my girl up.

‘Your filthy slut.’

Her hesitant admission made me see stars.

‘And?’ I growled, biting her shoulder. My insides coiled too tight, and I couldn’t hold off anymore. The jagged red imprint of my teeth gave me a rush.

‘Your pet,’ she cried.

It was too much. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, and I shot my load deep inside my pretty pet. Coating her. Claiming her.

My pet.

Mine.

SEVENTEEN

ASHLEY

Aflood of warmth leaked from me when he withdrew, and I lay there in the cooling mess, unable to move.

Bobby’s touches were soft, almost loving, as he released me from the leather harness and cuffs before scooping me into his arms.

‘I’m all gross,’ I murmured against his chest, his heartbeat steady under my cheek.

‘You could never be gross. You’re perfect.’ The words made me smile, even if I truly felt revolting. For all the disgust, happiness weaved its way through my body. It’s like sex had mended the piece of me that had been eroded from years of neglect. Like his cum had been some sort of glue fixing my broken insides.

I squinted at the brightness; the sun glaring through gaps in the trees. The cabin stood isolated in the woods, nothing but greenery surrounding us. Yet again, I doubted my sanity at enjoying being taken by Bobby. It wasn’t normal.

Perhaps I was as sick as he was . And he recognised that in me.

The cabin looked neat and clean, from what I could see. Intimate and cosy. Bobby carried me into the bathroom anddeposited me in the shower. The water hit me, cold at first but warming fast. I closed my eyes and let it wash away the morning’s filth.

A few minutes later, he joined me, and I opened my eyes to see his naked body beside me. My eyes were level with his thighs from my seated position, his monstrous cock still mind-boggling, even soft. Without fuss, he washed himself, the body wash filling the steam with an earthy, herby scent. Maybe bergamot?

Seconds later his thick hands were scrubbing over my skin, washing me quickly and thoroughly, like you’d scrub a muck covered dog.

It only lasted a minute or two, but it had me squirming with lust when he dipped his hand between my thighs, pushing two fingers into me and scooping his own cum from me.

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