Page 155 of For a Price

He travels from my rear hole to my pussy, French-kissing my pussy lips like he would my mouth.

I writhe and call his name. The five letters ring out of me in cries of pleasure, so loud they must pierce the walls.

But in this moment, I have no fucks to give.

Roman eats my pussy out and teases my ass to warm me up. I’m at his mercy as my body surrenders to his ministrations.

There’s no use even putting up a fight when he’s too damn good at what he does. He suckles at my clit and slips a thick finger into my rear hole.

“Yes, kitty cat,” he growls hotly, flicking at my throbbing nub. “You are so fucking wet for me. And your little ass sucks my finger right up. Will it do the same to your tail?”

“Mmm… please! Put it in.”

I find myself delirious as he buries his face into my pussy from behind and works magic with his mouth and tongue. He stretches me open with his fingers. Both holes respond, my brown skin flushed, my mind empty except for thoughts of pleasure.

More pleasure. Always more pleasure.

I squirm on the bed, only distantly aware of the pinch of the clamps attached to my nipples.

Roman’s taken me from being proud of my burnt lasagna to a writhing, panting mess in less than thirty minutes.

Just an hour ago, I’d been in the kitchen with my hands on my hips, beaming proudly at the lasagna that had smoked in the oven.

It wasn’t the best by any means, but it damn sure was an improvement over previous attempts in the kitchen.

Fast forward to this moment, I’m a different woman.

I’m desperate and impatient. I’m wanton and needy as his tongue laps at my pussy and my thighs quake.

When Roman starts inserting my tail, he gives me another nibble on my backside and reminds me to breathe and keep relaxed. His mouth returns to my pussy as I seize up and he gently nudges the tip of the plug past the circle of tight muscle. Like the clamps, the ache from the plug brings a blip of pain.

But it’s so intense as I clutch at the duvet and Roman’s tongue flicks patterns onto my clit that soon I’m moaning. I’m caught up in body-racking waves as the plug sinks deeper and spreads me wider.

“Yes, kitty cat,” he praises. “Look at how your tiny little hole takes it. You are doing so well. Your pussy deserves a reward.”

I cry out as Roman flips me over and wrenches my pussy toward him. He plants his face between my shaky thighs, resuming his efforts with a ravenous hunger. I come within seconds, right into his mouth.

The pleasure is indescribable. It becomes my world as the room turns fuzzy and I feel like I’m floating.

“It’s too much,” I sob while he sucks at my clit. “Roman, it’s… oh my god!”

My second orgasm slams into me only moments after my first. He’s lapping away at my sensitive, swollen pussy and jerking the plug in deeper, then drawing it back before repeating the motion all over again.

I’m flushed, covered in a dew that feels well-earned.

But Roman’s nowhere near done with me.

He kisses my soaked, spasming pussy a final time, then rises to his knees. He pops open the button of his pants and drags down the zipper. I can barely process who I am, where I’m at, and what’s happened to make my body scream in so much pleasure when he’s giving me my next command.

“C’mere, kitty cat. I want those pretty plump lips on my cock.”

We’ve played this game before. He sits in his chair like it’s a thrown and I crawl to him, always eager to give him the best blowjob I possibly can.

This moment’s no different as I slide to my knees and then crawl toward him, going slow, taking my time.

I hold his gaze as I do, letting my ass wiggle in the air in an enticing way. My head’s still reeling from my back-to-back orgasms, but I’m in character—I’m Roman’s pet about to suck the hell out of his big, fat cock.

It’s almost like a reward as I crawl to him. The chain from my nipple claims sway. The plug entrenched in my ass aches. The leather band fastened around my throat reminds me every step of the way who I belong to.

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