Page 9 of Not A Whisper

“Yes, please…More, Trip,” I beg as his thumb brushes against my clit. My breath hitches and I squeeze my eyes shut, savoring how swiftly Trip manages to get my toes to curl and body to shake.

“You’re right, you deserve more,” Trip agrees.

I don’t trust that pleasant tone. Before I get a chance to stiffen, his hand comes back down again on my ass, this time harder than before. My head starts to lift off the bed in shock but that same hand wraps around the back of my neck and pins my face back down into the pillow. The fingers inside me withdraw. Their absence is followed by ten loud, hard smacks against my ass. Ten more follow along the back of my thighs. Trip’s ragged breaths grow louder with each strike. His fingers tighten around my neck as he presses his hand against my stinging behind.

“Shit, Trip, give me a second.” My words are muffled by the pillow.

“I’ll give you a second when you earn it.”

Two fingers slip back inside of me to pump in and out, fast and rough. When I try to arch my hips, Trip leans his whole body down on me. The possessive hold around my neck, his body weight as he hunches over me, and the divine fingering has me quaking hard. I gasp as my body begins to tense.

Then Trip’s fingers are gone.

“No, wait…” I gasp as I turn my face to the side so I can breathe.

“You seemed to be confused. I thought you needed a second,” Trip says, his mocking tone deliciously cruel, while his fingers lightly brush over my clit again.

“Not, now. Please… I-I…”

“You what?”he asks.

“Please, Trip.” I press my hips back against him. “I’ll be a good doll, I promise.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hm.”

His deep chuckle vibrates through his chest and against my back. “Here’s what’s going to happen, dollface. I’m going to fuck the defiance from you because I have a feeling it’s just hidden right now. Then, we’re going to go meet your friends dressed in an outfit I approve of. One that won’t get me arrested, do you understand?”

Two fingers slide back inside of me, stroking my inner walls with the skill of someone who knows my body well. The wet sounds of my arousal are loud and compete with my ragged breathing.

“Y-yes.”

“I don’t know if I believe you. On your hands and knees. Show me how good of a doll you can be and prove to me that this little act of rebellion is just because my doll hasn’t been played with enough recently. Take my dick like a good little slut, won’t you?”

His fingers pull out of me and I’m unabashed in my whine. Trip sits up, letting go of my neck as he does. As he shifts his weight off me, I do as I’m told, excited to find my release. The sound of my racing heart is loud in my ears. My pussy flutters, searching for any extension of Trip that it can get. There’s shifting behind me. Curious, I start to look over my shoulder. Before I can see what Trip’s up to, something thick and stiff is wrapped around my neck.

Oh god, it’s his belt.

My gasp of surprise is cut off as he tightens it. It’s not enough to cut off my airway, but it’s not all that comfortable either. I’m pretty sure my heart stalls for a second.

“Trip…?”

The sound of his zipper being undone is loud. “Still feel like I’ve gonesoft, dollface?”

“N-no.”

“Hm, that didn’t sound all that confident.” Incrementally, he tightens the belt. “What about now?”

I swallow hard. There’s no way he could miss the motion given how the belt shifts as my throat convulses. “Trip?”

“Have I ever hurt my doll before?” Trip asks. “Well,seriouslyhurt my doll?”

“No, but…”

Trip’s dick suddenly makes an appearance, pressing against my wet entrance. My pussy flutters hungrily, unfazed by the leather wrapped around my neck.

“Then trust me, dollface.”

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