Page 93 of A Fine Line

She waits a few beats and then pulls her shirt over her head before holding her hands out to me so I can cuff them, and then I pull her until her upper body is flat on the counter and secure her to island with the ropes I had hidden in the cupboard.

Once her hands are secure, I go around to the other side and yank her pants down over her hips and down her legs, pulling them off and tossing them to the side. I flip the trim boards on the sides of the kitchen island, pulling out the restraints I have hidden there and securing both of her ankles. I adjust the length of the ropes, placing her legs apart exactly where I want them. Then I step back and look at my handiwork and the vision she makes, sprawled face-down with her ass in the air.

She looks at me over her shoulder, her tongue peeking out and licking her lips, her eyes sparking with excitement as she asks, “What are you doing?”

I give her my most smug smile and reply, “Whatever the fuck I want.”

“And what makes you think you can do that?”

I step in close, my palm coming down on her ass cheek with a resounding smack, and she jumps. “I can do anything I want, sweetheart. Don’t you ever forget it.”

She chuckles low in her throat and wags her ass at me. “What if I won’t let you?”

I smack her other ass cheek. “I see you’re a comedian tonight. Let’s see how much you’re laughing when you’re in that box, begging to come with my cum leaking out of your needy cunt.”

Her eyes widen as she gapes at me for a moment before, finally, she whimpers and whispers, “You wouldn’t.”

I laugh, massaging both of her ass cheeks with my hands as I lean forward and kiss and lick up her spine until I reach her shoulder where I bite down and suck, leaving a mark on her. Then I pull back and whisper, “Here’s what I’m gonna do, sweetheart. I’m gonna give you a couple more spanks, and then I’m gonna get my dick out, and I’m gonna fuck that weeping pussy right up until the point you’re about to come, and then I’m gonna stop. And then I’ll do it again. Later, once you’re humping the counter in frustration, I’m gonna fill you full of my cum while withholding your own orgasm. And then, I’m gonna put you in that box and let you think about that sassy fucking mouth of yours.”

She rubs her ass back against me and whispers, “And then what?”

I run my nose over her ear, growling a bit as I think about it all. “I’m gonna take you out of that box, and I’m gonna eat my cum out of your pussy until you gush all over my face. And then I’m gonna put you face-down on the floor and fuck you raw until your screaming for it.”

“Oh, fuck,” she says breathlessly.

“Do you like that? Is this plan okay with you, sweetheart?”

She nods and pushes her ass back on my dick in invitation, so I pull back and stand, my hand immediately coming down on her ass cheek, and she yelps.

I find a rhythm of spanking and massaging her ass cheeks, while intermittently licking between her legs, and before too long, she’s a writhing, pleading mess, begging me to fuck her.

I unbutton and unzip my jeans and push them down far enough that I can get my dick out, then I rub the head between her legs, dipping inside and sliding back to rub over her clit. Her hips buck, pushing back and trying to force me deeper, but her range of motion is too small, and she groans in frustration.

I put my fingers in my mouth, dragging them along my tongue, and then sliding my wet fingers along my cock before I slowly push into her pussy, pulling back slightly, then thrusting back in as she moans.

I set a nice, easy pace, teasing her until she’s cursing for more, and then I pull out and slam back in, crashing her hips against the counter. I stop and ease her back, snaking my arm around her front so my forearm is braced between her and the hard granite. I bring my other hand around, adjusting my stance so I can hold her steady and rub her clit while I fuck her.

I know she’ll try to sneak an orgasm if I don’t watch her closely, so I pay close attention to her body, her breathing, her moans as she attempts to not give away how close she is. Of course, if she comes before I want her to, I’ll have to punish her more. But still, I have a plan that I’d like to stick to.

It doesn’t take long for the tension in her body to indicate her orgasm is looming, and I thrust into her two more times, and then cease my movements, my hand pressed against her stomach, my cock pushed in deep. I remain motionless as she twitches, using my arms to keep her from riding my cock to her desperate orgasm.

After a few moments, she quiets, but she’s cursing me under her breath, and I laugh. “That’s right, sweetheart. Wait your turn.”

I let her curse me, enjoying her enthusiasm as I resume the teasing strokes of my cock in tandem with my fingers on her clit. I know this time, it won’t take long since she was right on the edge, and within a couple of minutes, the tension escalates once more. I move my hands to her hips, leaning my body away and pulling my dick from her tight cunt. She wails, cursing and thrashing, and I’m disappointed I’m not sure the cameras in this room are recording.

I give her a few minutes to settle down, contemplating if I’ve edged myself enough to be able to come quickly. As soon as I shove back inside her slick pussy, I know I’m there, and then I fuck her, rutting into her like a man possessed.

She doesn’t normally orgasm from penetration alone, but I feel the cues of her body kicking in, and I’m torn between following through on my promise and feeling her pussy pulling the cum from my balls. But then she looks back at me over her shoulder and grins as she says, “That’s right, baby. Make me come as you fill me up. You know you can’t help yourself.”

The smug look on her face puts me back on the original plan, and I push into her all the way and stop, and she freezes, anger sparking in her gaze as she realizes what I’m doing, and she moans, “Fuck. Oh, fuck.”

I pull out a couple of inches, then slide right back in, my pelvis slapping against her ass as my dick pulses, and I come deep inside her. “That’s right, sweetheart. Take all my cum. Take it and keep it right where it belongs.”

She whimpers and rubs her body on the counter, lying there limply as she mutters under her breath, and I chuckle and ask pleasantly, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Her body thrashes, and I step away and laugh some more. “Here I thought you liked the box.”

She squirms on the counter, panting, but she says nothing, so I climb up on the counter, straddling her hips on the edge as I unhook the cuffs from the ropes that are attached to the kitchen island, and pull both of her arms behind her, connecting both wrists together.

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