Page 76 of Sins and Secrets

“Are you going to come for me?” I flip it to the highest setting.

“I’m so close.” She whimpers and moans as her breathing changes and her cries deepen. I shut it off completely and she glares at me, confused and a little angry. “Why?”

“Because I’m controlling all of this. I will tell you when I want you to come.”

I leave the bed and step before her. Securing the front of the skirt into the harness, I expose her. “God, look how wet you are.”

Her pussy glistens in the light. I position her in front of the mirror, and in two steps, I’m behind her, pressing my raging cock against her ass. She moans as I slide two fingers into her soaking entrance. The vibrator is filling her already, and my fingers are making it tight. She cries as I remove my coated fingers, and I wrap my other arm around her breasts, squeezing and massaging. Her nipples are fully erect and rub painfully against her fabric.

I bring my two fingers to my month and lick all her juices clean. Her eyes follow every movement as I return my fingers back inside of her. “You want a taste, don’t you?”

She nods, and when I offer them, she wraps her lips around my fingers, moaning with each slide of her tongue. “You like the way I make you taste, don’t you?”

Dropping my hand from her lips to her breasts, I massage them both, tweaking her nipples until she cries out, “Yes.”

“You’re my good little slut, aren’t you.” The word throws her, but not as much as when I rip open the front of her shirt, sending buttons scattering in every direction.

She squeaks her confusion, but I ignore it, ripping the shirt at the seams and letting it fall to the ground. The action is violent, and there’s flickers of fear in her eyes, but it quickly fades as I start kissing her exposed neck and shoulders.

Small red marks form where the shirt was ripped and extra pressure was placed on her skin. Her breasts are completely exposed, her nipples are dark red buds, and her harness hangs loosely around her chest. I tighten the straps, moving the latch from the first hole to the third. She gasps as it tightens, constricting her breathing, then relaxes into the change and a small smile appears on her lips. Being tied up without the rope and knots is perfect for a novice like her.

My hands snake up her arms toward the chain and unhook her. I bring them down slowly, letting the blood flow back, and hold her, rocking her back and forth. “Still basic?”

“No, sir.” She lets out a happy little moan as she sinks into my chest.

I kiss her neck and my teeth graze her ears. “Now get on your knees so I can fuck your pretty, little mouth.”

Again, the harsh tone makes her jump. “Green?” I whisper.

“Green,” she says, dropping to her knees.

Waverly’s shaking hands struggle with my zipper and belt. I help her, releasing my cock. She wastes no time licking me from the base to the tip and she moans, taking me in her mouth. Both my hands weave through her hair, guiding her along for the speed and force I want.

“Goddamn it, love, you’re so fucking good at this.” She hums with satisfaction and takes me deeper into her throat. “Not that far,” I correct. “Do you like sucking cock because you’re such a good little slut?”

She drags her tongue to the tip and says, “I like sucking your cock because I’myourslut.”

Holy. Fuck.

“A-plus answer, Waverly.”

I start fucking her mouth harder, her lips swelling from the abuse. I can’t hold on. Pulling her head back, I pump my cock with my free hand and spray my cum across her naked breasts.

One part of her fantasy checked off.

She’s a little shaky on her legs, and the bar between her ankles isn’t helping. I help her stay stable and instruct her to take off my shirt. She eyes my tattoos and gazes at me adoringly, tracing my ink with her fingers for a minute, giving me time to recover. “I made you a mess,” I say.

“I don’t mind.” Her voice sounds sweet and pure.

“Standing in my room, my cum dripping down your stomach, your hair a sloppy mess, and your own excitement running down your thighs. You’re dirty like a little whore.”

This time the word doesn’t phase her. “You made me into your whore.”

I kiss her hard, pressing her body against mine, sharing the sticky mess. She’s perfect. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

But this isn’t just about me, it’s about us. There’s more I need to show her.

I break away from our kiss and place both hands on her chin. Her lips are puffy, and her eyes are still watering from gagging, but I’m not done with her yet.

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