Page 156 of Tricky Girls

‘Did you bring me down here to punish me?’

‘Oops. Blown it.’ Taking the blindfold, I gag her with it. It covers most her face, just those beautiful eyes left, all wide and watchful. ‘I don’t give second chances.’

I herd her to the chair and make her sit. ‘I don’t like being left out.’ Taking both her hands, I tie them to the arms. She shakes her head as I fasten the second one. ‘Think it’s time to make my mark, don’t you?’

I stand back, inspecting my handiwork. Her hands are in fists, her body practically crackling with tension. Looking at the gag, I see where I went wrong, what she’d been shaking her head about.

With a sigh, I untie one of her hands. ‘Do this’—I fold her fingers into a peace sign—‘to tap out.’

She nods, visibly relaxing. Oh, she thinks I’m gonna go easy on her, does she? After all those nights of torment listening to her and Elly, wishing it wasmemaking her make those noises,I don’t think so.

She was spot on when she asked if I brought her down here to be punished.

Her breathing’s loud above the gag. She barely blinks, just watching me watch her. I know her mind’s ticking over with possibilities. What will I do to her? Will it hurt? Maybe, but in a way that’ll feel good. That’s all I ever want for this girl.

But some girls don’t know what feels good. You have to show them, even if they resist.

Her eyes flick down to my fly as I slowly unzip it. I forwent boxers tonight, trusting this harness to keep everything covered. Don’t want to traumatise this sweet little straight girl, do I?

I smirk when her eyes dart back to mine. ‘It’s your favourite. Tilda’s Dick.’ Slowly, I unravel the gag. Gripping myself, I tap the purple tip against her lips. ‘Open up, beautiful.’

She parts her lips hesitatingly, her tongue following, lying flat and ready for me. I lay down my dick, watching her mouth close around it.

‘Yeah, now suck me. Suck me like you do your dumb boyfriends.’

She begins bobbing her head back and forth, her free hand curling around my naked thigh for leverage. It burns like a brand. I have to fight not to move it higher.

She finds a rhythm, her eyes bouncing to mine every so often as she works. She’s wondering why, what the hell I’m getting from this.

Everything, baby. Fucking everything.

I cup the back of her head, stroking her hair. ‘Look how good you’re doing that. Bet you’ve sucked hundreds of dicks before.’

Tilda glares, a fire lighting behind her eyes, and oh, fuckity fuck, I need that look on me time and time again.

Reaching into my pocket, I resurface with a tiny remote. I’ve got a butterfly vibe down there. It’s been chafing me to fuckbut I’m glad for it now. Stopping only briefly to make sure it’s positioned, I flick it on.

There’s not much without proper friction but it’s enough to tease.

Tilda makes a sound. I grin. It’s probably vibrating her fucking teeth.

‘You want some of that? Can’t just be me having all the fun, can it?’ I draw out another vibrator—the teal bullet—and hand it to her. ‘I trust you know what to do with that.’

She’s breathing heavily, probably from being half suffocated by my dick. She’s so hesitant, looking at the vibrator, at the dick hanging from my hips, her hand grasping the bottom of her skirt. Yes, baby. Lift it. Let me see.

She parts her thighs, scooting down so she can wiggle the vibe into her knickers. Her lashes flutter when she switches it on. She presses it to her, exhaling out a breath.

I prod her with my dick until she opens up again. ‘Make it last. I want to enjoy this.’

We haven’t even got to my favourite part yet, my breathing shallowing at the mere thought. I let her get used to the pleasure, lulling her into a false sense of security. My heart’s pounding now, both with the sensations in my clit and how good Tilda must be feeling. The sound of our breathing fills the chamber.

I wish I’d taken her coat off. I want to see her chest rise, those pert little tits misting over with sweat. Grabbing her head, I thrust deeper until she gags.

My nostrils flare.

There it is.

My chest’s tight with excitement as I do it again. She stares up at me, something beseeching in her gaze. I glance at her hand, just in case. No, she’s still into this, her hand holding that bullet steady.

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