Page 48 of Dark Embers

She moans, soft and inviting, as my hand cups one of her supple mounds, teasing it through the satin. She breathes, “Yes, sir.” Surrendering completely.

I reach over and flick on the bedside light. It’s warm, soft glow fills the room, casting intimate shadows that reveal every nuance of our passion. Gazing at Sabrina, I notice her eyes following my every move, brimming with expectancy. I straddle her, kneeling to ensure every contact is deliberate, bending close as I suck gently on her nipple through the satin.

Her siren's call of pleasure draws me in, and I respond by squeezing the other nipple, rolling it tenderly between my thumb and finger, while my tongue dances in a teasing duet upon the first.

Her hips lift in a gentle, responsive buck, the embodiment of unleashed desire.

“Do you like this, little slut?” My voice comes out rough and commanding as our gazes lock.

“Oh, yes, sir,” Sabrina replies breathlessly. “Your masterful tongue, your clever hands—they render me completely at your mercy. My body is yours to shape and command as you see fit.”

A sly smile flits across my lips. Rewarding Sabrina’s words, I move my tongue to her other nipple, letting my free hand wander with deliberate slowness over her belly, trailing down to the apex of her legs until it disappears beneath the waistband of her matching pajama bottoms.

“Uh…” she murmurs, biting her lip as my finger caresses her soft, dewy lips, then slides teasingly between her silky, wet folds. A slight arch of her hips signals her growing anticipation.

“Do not move, little slut,” I warn, my tone brooking no disobedience. “Do you wish for me to devote all my attention to your dripping, needy pussy?”

“Yes, sir, please,” she whispers, eyes darkening with unspoken longing.

“Good little slut,” I murmur in approval, watching her expression light up.

I slide downward, lifting her nightie to reveal her naked, inviting stomach, planting delicate kisses along her skin until I reach the softness of her hairless pussy. My nose presses against the contours of her mound, inhaling her sweet, intoxicating essence. At the same time, my tongue begins tracing gentle circles around the slick, trembling lips before venturing inside.

“Oh, that’s so good…” Sabrina gasps in soft intervals as my tongue flicks and swirls around her swollen clit. “S…sir,” she manages amid her quivering pleasure.

My mouth envelops her soft mound, alternately sucking, blowing, and swirling her sensitive clit, as her pussy grows juicier under the escalating heat of our shared passion. I roll two fingers into her with a measured, teasing motion, seamlessly transitioning to a steady, fervent finger-fuck, all while keeping my mouth lavishing her mound without pause.

“Oh, oh…” Sabrina’s voice trembles as she strains to keep her enticing little ass from shifting.

“Your legs need to open wider, little slut,” I command, my tone leaving no room for hesitation, and she does what she’s told as I kneel at the end of the bed. “Now, put them by your head.” My voice is a rough growl as Sabrina complies, her dancer’s body arching with seductive grace.

I run my hand down the perky curve of her ass and slip a finger between her cheeks. My eyes fix on her tight, puckered hole. Wetting my pinky with my tongue, I circle it slowly. She tenses and then bucks slightly.

“Has anyone ever fucked this hole?” I demand, teaching her, testing her boundaries.

“N... no,” she stammers, her anticipation palpable as her bent thighs tremble.

“Have you ever wanted someone to?” Her silence is too long. I slap her ass hard, feeling it sting beneath my palm. She yelps softly and sucks in a breath as I gently rub the red mark. “Answer me, little slut.”

“Yes.” Her whisper is almost inaudible, fueling the ache in my cock.

I know how much this admission costs. How many women have longed to try anal, but struggled to confess it? “What was that, little slut? I didn’t hear you. Do you need another hiding?”

“Ye... no...” Sabrina clears her throat. “Yes, sir, I've wanted to try anal,” she says louder.

“Why haven’t you?”

“I...” she struggles while I tease the tight hole again, wetting my finger with the juices of her pussy this time as I gently press the tip inside. “I have never gotten the nerve to try.”

The little hole is so fucking tight. “It’s so tight.”

“Y... yes, sir,” Sabrina stammers, trying not to squirm beneath me. “It has never been touched.”

“You’ve not even tried on your own?” I use my tongue to gently circle it and hear her sharp intake of breath.

“No, sir!” Sabrina admits. “I have not.”

Now that the little hole is wetter, I slide the tip of my pinky a little deeper, and she doesn’t resist me. I feel her pelvis contract along with another sharp intake of breath.

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