Page 14 of Whiteout

I remove the tangerine from between her teethand withdraw my fingers from her pussy. I bring my fingers, slick with her come, to her mouth.

“Taste yourself,” I press my fingers against her lips. Her tongue darts out, licking and sucking her sweetness from my fingers.

I pop the tangerine back into her mouth, then I bring my hand down on her pussy with a loudsmack. Her eyes widen, and she bites into the tangerine, her eyes watering at the sting.

“You like that?”

She nods, her eyes never leaving mine, daring me to do it again.

"Yeah, you like this. Being tied up and helpless, at the mercy of man who can give you exactly what you need, what you crave."

Reaching behind her, I grab a wooden spoon from the utensil holder. Bringing the spoon down, I smack it against the inside of her thigh, leaving a pink mark behind. I do it a second time, making her jump.

“Hold still for me, Cherry. This is for your own good.” Each strike is harder than the last as I pepper her thighs with welts.

“Open your eyes, Ivy. I want you to see this.” I order,striking her again directly on her clit. She moans, her eyes flying open as she bites down into the tangerine. She looks so fucking sexy with her lips wrapped around the fruit. I bring the spoon down harder against her pussy, making her jump and causing more juice to dribble down her chin.

God, she’s fucking perfect.

I move up her body, removing the tangerine again, desperate to hear her cries. Her lower lip quivers, trembling beneath my touch. I nip and suck on the lip, tasting her mixed with the sweetness of the tangerine. She whimpers, wiggling against her restraints.

She whines as I draw back. I reposition the spoon in my hand, then I strike her left nipple with the back of the spoon, over and over until the peak darkens to a deep rose and stands at attention.

“You have the prettiest tits, do you know that?” I trace the outline of her breast, lowering my mouth to her swollen nipple, drawing it into my mouth, and sucking hard. I repeat the motion over and over, giving her right nipple the same treatment. She whimpers, her body thrashing against her restraints.

I turn the spoon and run the thin end of the handle down her stomach and between her legs. I press it to her clit, moving it in a slow circle, loving how she moans andbucks her hips trying to get more pressure.

“Please, Kris. I need… Oh god, I need—” She arches her back, pressing her body against the spoon, desperate for some kind of release.

“Need what? Tell me what you need, and maybe I’ll give it to you.” Her mouth opens, but no words come out. “Don't hold back on me now, Cherry."

She cries out, unable to bear the sensation any longer. She needs release, and I intend to be the one to give it to her... but only after she truly breaks for me.

She meets my gaze, "Please, Kris. I need to come. Let me come for you. Please."

Tears finally spill from her eyes, and it makes my mouth water. This is what I've been waiting for. To see her to give in to me completely, raw and vulnerable.

“Good girl. There is no turning back now."Not that she’d ever want to.

I reach for the knife on the counter and cut the twine binding her hands and ankles. I grab her hips, lifting her up easily and turn her to face the counter. Placing my hand on the back of her neck I push her down, bending her over the counter.

I use the toe of my boot and kick her ankles apart, spreadingher wide, and she obliges without hesitation. Her body is flush against the counter, and she arches her back, pushing her ass out towards me. My lips curve into a vicious smile as I undo my belt buckle, loving how she obeys every unspoken command I give her.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I pull her head back and nip at her neck, tasting the salt of her skin. "You're doing so good for me, Cherry. You’re taking everything I give you and begging for more."

Her back bows further, inviting me to take her as I slide my jeans down my thighs. My hard cock springs free, the tip pressing against her ass. She gasps, and I push her head back down on the counter, loving how she presents herself to me, so eager to please.

I thrust forward, my cock sliding deep inside her in one fluid motion. She cries out, her body trembling as she takes every inch of me. My hand grips her hip roughly, the other still holding her down on the counter by the back of her neck. I begin to move, thrusting into her tight heat. Her pussy clamps around my cock, and my breath hitches at how fucking good she feels.

I pull out and ram into her again, hearing the slap of our skin. My balls tighten with each thrust, my need to come rising, but I hold back, wanting to draw out her pleasure. She moans, her voice echoing through the cabin, desperate and raw.

I bite her earlobe, "You're taking my cock so well. Your tight cunt was made for me." I reach under her, rubbing her clit, determined to drive her insane.

“Don’t stop,” she pants between breaths. “Please don’t stop.”

“You’ll take what I fucking give you, and you'll say thank you for it."

I pull out and let go of her hip only to bring my hand down on her ass with a loudsmack.

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