Page 66 of Vengeful Sins

Her teeth graze her lower lip, eyes darting back to the building. I’m not going to push. I’m not going to urge. She needs to decide for herself. “Okay,” she whispers with a nod. “Yeah. I want to do this.”

“That’s what I was hoping to hear.” I waste no time getting out of the truck, now buzzing with anticipation. Spending all that time sitting there, waiting for her to get out of her session, gave me the chance to do a lot of thinking. Fantasizing. I have plenty of ideas about how we will enjoy our time together.

We walk hand-in-hand through the door leading to what, not that long ago, was a symbol of Maya’s fears and the abuse she went through. As of tonight, all of that’s going to change.

Since everything’s already arranged, I only have to show my driver’s license to be led upstairs to the room set aside for us. As I requested, there is a bed present, covered in piles of pillows for her comfort but also featuring restraints at all four corners. A nearby table holds an assortment of toys and tools, all of which makes Maya gulp as she studies it, while I have a brief discussion with the girl who led us up here. She leaves us alone after a moment.

“Are you all right with this?” I ask, approaching Maya as she stands next to the bed. She’s breathing a little faster, color flooding her cheeks.

“I think so. So long as we can use a safe word, like you said.”

“How about you say yellow if you want me to slow down, and red if I have to stop?”

Her nervous frown turns into a faint, hopeful smile. “That works.”

“Good.” Looking her up and down, I allow the change to come over me, my nostrils flaring as my breathing deepens. “Now take off your clothes and lie on the bed.”

Something sparks in her eyes, and she wastes no time doing as she’s told, stripping down until she stands in front of me in all her naked beauty. My dick is almost painfully rigid by the time she lies down on her back, her chest heaving, her tits moving up and down with every quickened breath. Fuck, I am so hungry for her, always so hungry. This is all it takes. And knowing she’ll be totally at my mercy as I fasten the fur-lined leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles is like a drug. My head is spinning a little by the time I stand up straight, admiring her helplessness.

Her legs are spread, giving me the perfect view of her pretty, pink pussy. It glistens in the overhead light, making my mouth water, giving me no choice but to rub myself through my jeans. It won’t be enough soon, but I want to take it slow for her sake.

“Look at all of this,” I whisper, reaching out to stroke her bald lips until they darken and swell in anticipation. “What should I do with all of this?”

On the table, I find a flogger with leather straps dangling from the end. She watches me pick it up and test the weight, moving it through the air until I’m satisfied.

“What are you going to do with that?” she whispers, with a catch in her voice.

“This.” Holding it over her tits, I let the leather brush her nipples until she squirms and writhes and pulls against her restraints. There’s a wet spot forming on my shorts by the time I trail the flogger’s ends down her stomach—watching her muscles clench and flex at the feel—before I finally drag it slowly over her pussy. Her lips are glistening now, her juices flowing as one tiny whimper after another forces its way from her throat.

“Do you like that?” I ask, smiling at the way she writhes so beautifully. “Does that feel good?”

“God, yes.” Her voice is the faintest whimper. “Yes, yes.”

She thinks that’s good?

A series of brisk taps against her lips makes her skin turn red, and her whimpers sound more like squeals. “Oh, god,” she moans, already breathing so fast. It’s so easy to work her up like this. There are so many things I want to do.

Like waiting until she’s swollen and dripping, begging for more before I take a hold of one of the vibrating dildos on the table and turn it on. Her eyes fly open—wide and searching—while she pants for breath. “What are you doing?” she asks, and I answer by inserting the wide, purple head between her lips. A moan cuts off any other questions she might have, her hips rocking while she fights to find relief. She’s not going to get it anytime soon.

“Oh, fuck!” she screams when I work the toy inside her. Every inch makes her mouth fall open further, takes her moans and turns them into ragged cries. I have to take off my jeans to give my dick some relief instead of caging it in by the zipper, then peel off my shirt. The wet spot I already felt is getting bigger the longer I watch her buck like a wild horse, overcome by the intensity of the vibrations deep inside her.

While the dildo vibrates in her cunt, I use a smaller vibrator and tease the tip of her clit with it.

“Tucker!” she screams, her face beet red, contorted in something between pleasure and pain. “Oh, god! It’s too much!”

“You know what you need to say if I have to back off.”

She’s locked in indecision for a second before shaking her head. “No, don’t stop. I need to come!”

“Be patient,” I croon, chuckling at her frustrated growl—but once I press the vibrator against her again, harder this time, her broken moan wipes out everything else. I can barely breathe; my heart’s pounding out of my chest. How can I help it? She’s sobbing, screaming like a tortured animal, finally going stiff with her back arched before a tremor runs through her from head to toe.

That doesn’t mean I’ll stop. Oh, no, it only means I work the dildo in and out, fucking her with it, now using the smaller vibrator against her puckered asshole. “That’s right,” I grunt over her cries, climbing onto the bed, kneeling between her spread legs. “Let’s see how much you can take. Let’s see how good you can be for me.”

“Yes! Fuck, yes!” she shouts, pushing against the vibrator. Her entire slit and crack are slick with juices, making it easy to work the vibrator past her hole and inside her ass.

“Oh! Oh, my god! Oh, it’s too much, it’s so good!” And suddenly, she goes stiff again. “Yellow!” she shouts, and I pull back on the vibrator a little while the dildo goes still, buried inside her.

“What can I do?” I ask, barely getting my breath under control long enough to voice the question.

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