Page 60 of Dissension

His cock juts proudly up from between his legs, slick beads of precum dribbling down the side of it. Kara ignores it, instead crawling further up his body, seating herself over his face. “You’re being punished. Not rewarded.”

To his credit, he takes to this change of pace without pause. The feel of his tongue and fingers finding purchase within her makes Kara gasp wantonly. Her hips, shifting as she shamelessly takes her fill of him, rubbing her clit against his nose.

She drips into his mouth, like honey on his tongue as he delves into her, stroking her to madness. Kara puts her hands on the headboard, using it as leverage as she gasps and moans, using him for all he’s worth as he grunts into her flesh, his cock swollen and aching, untouched.

“You’re such a slut,” Kara whispers, not knowing if she’s talking about herself or about him. Perhaps she means them both.

He’s for fun. He’s just for now.

You like him, you stupid girl.

He whines against her heated cunt, his hands gripping her thighs. His gunmetal rings press against her skin, leaving indents, a sliver of pressure that edges towards pain as he allows her to ride his tongue to oblivion.

When he brings her too close to the edge, she pulls herself away, wanting to find her end with him inside of her. His condoms are in the side drawer and she puts one on him, urgent, needing to be filled. Needing the stretch of his erection deep within.

“Will you fuck me now?” He asks sweetly, eyes glazed with lust. He’s using the submissive tone still, the one that makes Kara pant with hunger. It’s hot, the way he mimics being obedient. He’sanythingbut. She wants toruinhim.

The slick feeling of him, sliding deep within her. The stretch, the pleasure of being filled. The look in his lovely eyes, sending her spinning with want. He is everything she wants and hates. His ego, his beauty, his ruthless inability to truly care about those he views as beneath him-

He’s a spoiled monster of a man, but the way he makes her feel drives her to insanity.

His hands cup her breasts, playing with the softness of her flesh. Exploring the way she fills his palms, how he tells her how perfect her tits feel-

“Because they’rereal,” Kara tells him heatedly, seeing his eyes dance with playful amusement. She knows his penchant for dating all plastic women.

Scorching moments pass as Kara takes what she wants from his body. Rocking and rubbing her clit against his pubic bone, rubbing deliciousness into her core, trying to hide from her doubts, her view of how wrong this is.

He’s not Nick. Dieter is something else entirely. He plays his games with everyone, even in bed.

Kara rides him however she wants, taking charge of her own pleasure, bouncing and grinding. He’s along for the ride, gasping, head thrown back, exposing his jugular.

She controls it all. His submissive act, sexually charged in ways Kara can’t describe.

The sensuality shifts as he takes her hands and places them just so at his throat once again. “I’m waiting,” he says huskily. “I thought you meant to make me suffer for my wickedness?” The feel of his skin under her palms is terrifying and intoxicating, pulling her along with no hope of escape. Kara can feel his pulse, a strong steady pace. How can he be so calm when he’s under her like this? With her hands around his throat?

“Tell me what to do,” she utters, not recognizing the raw sound of her voice. She doesn’t recognize the very words; she never asks to betold.

She can feel his cock pulsing inside of her, pressing against all the right places as she remains seated on top of him, pinning him to the bed. Dieter gives her a dark little grin, his hips shifting slightly. His voice, like sin in her ears. “I think youknowwhat I want you to do.”

The knowledge is an eerie whisper in her ears, coiling and unfurling.He wants you to choke him while you ride his cock.

The violence of it draws her in even as it terrifies her. He wants this to be doneto him. To be choked by her as she rides him to oblivion, using his cock as his vision goes black. A dangerous, risky sort of bedroom game.

“What’s this?” His words are a mocking song, playful and wrapped around all her bones. “Is my tigress afraid? Is this yet another thing you cannot do for me?” The mocking edges turn into razors.

Hating him,wanting him, Kara squeezes her hands around his flesh, feeling his pulse under her thumbs. It’s beyond intimate, a whirl of terror and want. To control him in this way. Topunishhim.

Moaning, Kara applies pressure and feels his cock twitch inside of her, swelling bigger. The stretch is delicious as she rides, so close to her edge. The squelch of where their bodies meet, a lurid sound of sex and filth.

Squeezing, squeezingmore. The feeling is foreign to her as she takes his life into her hands, playing with a dangerous edge she has no business touching. This is not how things should be, but the power at her fingertips is intoxicating. He’s giving himself into her control-

When he writhes under her, struggling to breathe, eyes dark with lust even as his face reddens, Kara feels her resolve shake.Her hands loosen their grip, afraid, becausestranglinghim is the last thing she truly wants as she rides along the length of him, gasping her pleasure-

“Don’t let up until I’ve cum,” he demands, panting for air. “Strangle me, Kara.”

Her name on his tongue is both a curse and a prayer.

It’s so wrong, this is so wrong.

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