Page 40 of The Trap

Ignoring her I continue teasing both of us, now back to playing with her clit, this time rubbing the three barbells that line the shaft against her bundle of nerves. “Tell me, little liar, how does it feel to know that my cock is the only way out of here?” I taunt, unrelenting in this fucked up battle of wills we have found ourselves in. “How does it feel to know the only way I’d stoop so fucking low as to have a vile good for nothing whore like you have my cock, is because I have no other choice?” I groan. A blatant fucking lie, and the edge in my own voice shocks me. I’ve never spoken to a woman like this. I’ve always been big on praise. But this? This is new for me, and the fact that she unravels with every degrading name and command is doingsomething to me–and apparently, it’s working for her because she’s getting wetter by the second.

“More,” she begs.

“Sixty seconds,” the voice alerts.

“More what?” I grit, switching back to rubbing the head of my cock on her, alternating between her clit and down her slit. I slap her ass to grab her attention.

Another primal whine and sultry pant earns us another notch on the meter.

“I hate you,” she murmurs, breathlessly.

Forty seconds.

Pre-cum leaks from the tip of my cock at hearing how fucking erotic her hatred sounds directed at me. I take my finger to it, gathering it before I combine her arousal with it. Lifting my cum soaked hand up, I pry open the seal of her mouth.

“Suck,” I command, and like a good fucking slut, she doesn’t fight it. Humming against my digit, she sucks it into her mouth until the tip of my finger is flirting with her tonsils. An unexpected moan escapes my mouth from the way her pierced tongue feels rubbing against it. She whines in response to my own guttural pant and we both feed the meter, which I’m sure at this point is more than fed, but I don’t want this to end.It can’t.

Thirty seconds.

I yank my finger out of her mouth, bringing my hand to her cheeks, hollowing them within my grip, forcing her gaze to mine. “Come for me, show me how much you hate me.”

Twenty seconds

“Come on little liar, I know you're close,” I murmur, lowering my hand to the column of her throat, creating an inked collar around her slender neck.

“Yes,” she whines.

Fuck, of course she likes to be choked. Keeping my hand right where it is–right where she likes it to be–around that pretty little neck. I start slapping her cunt with my cock.

Slap.

“That’s it,” I groan.

Slap.

“Come for me,” I instruct.

Slap.

“Show me how you’ll come with just my fucking tip spanking and teasing that needy cunt,” I groan, making sure all the barbells on my shaft hit her throbbing center.

Fifteen seconds.

She’s so close, I can feel it by the way she’s quivering and her eyes are closed, taking the punishment I’m laying on her pussy.

Fifteen fucking seconds. That’s all we have. It feels like an eternity while I wait for her stubbornness to melt.

Switching tactics, I let go of my cock, letting it bob and hang, brushing against her center. Her eyes jolt open as I loosen the chokehold on her neck. Our eyes locked on each other, I bring the pad of my thumb to my tongue, lubricating it.

Neither of us blink. The lights of the scream meter flash behind us as I lower my wet thumb to her clit. She whimpers on contact and the tension in her shoulder’s melts.

“That’s it, come for me mama,” I urge her, focusing my thumb on her clit as I slip three fingers inside her. Still circling her center with my thumb, her walls swallow me on contact as they clamp around my hand. I stay like this, and I will until she comes for me.

Her mouth falls open as she squeals in bliss, her orgasm finally approaching. “Don’t stop,” she pleads, and of course I do. I want this. I want her submission in the form of another orgasm that I’m responsible for. “That’s it,” she moans, and I can barely process what the speaker is saying, my attention held fuckinghostage by the splashing of abundant warmth that is spraying past my hand, onto my dick, onto me.

Unable to tear my gaze away, I remain still taking in every lingering remnant of the high she gives me.

“Meter fed,” the speaker announces, but I don’t pull away…I can’t. She’s a fucking drug, and I’m already foaming at the goddamn mouth for another fix.

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