Page 94 of A Fine Line

I lean forward and kiss between her shoulder blades before jumping off the counter and kneeling down to unhook her ankles. It only takes me a second to realize the error in my order of operations, and the next thing I know, I’m pushed backwards as she makes a break for it.

I roll to my feet easily enough and take off after her slower than I could because I know she likes to think she’s winning. It’s not lost on me that she’s running closer to the box, and when I finally catch up to her on the second floor and pin her face-down in the hallway, she’s pushing her ass up, begging me to fuck her, and I know I’ve made the right decision.

I haul her up off the floor so she’s standing, then put a shoulder under her stomach and scoop her up in a fireman’s carry. She’s still cursing, her hands tied behind her back, so there isn’t much she can do to escape, but it also wouldn’t be the first time she’s bitten me in retaliation. I jostle her around on my shoulder so her teeth can’t make contact with my person, then continue walking to the bedroom, locating the remote I keep on top of the armoire, where no one else can get a hold of it.

This box is similar to the one Dare has in his hideaway in the woods, except this one is far more high-tech. I push a button, and the drawer slides out, nice and smooth. I appreciate the technology as I kneel and none too gently topple her inside. She attempts to sit up a couple of times, but my hand pushes on her shoulder. “Stay down or I make it extra uncomfortable for you.”

She glares at me, practically hissing, and I lean down and lick across her cheek, then whisper in her ear, “Just lie in there and think about your reward, sweetheart.”

She quiets down, and I move her a bit to make sure she’s clear of the platform before I press the button that slides the drawer back under the bed.

I’m not sure how long I’ll leave her in there, so I walk down to the kitchen and finish cleaning up, wiping everything down. I listen for any signs of distress, though I did have the box outfitted with a red panic button in case she needs to call the scene. She’s only ever had to use it once, but that once gave me a fucking heart attack, and now I have it wired throughout the whole house to be sure I’ll hear it.

I finish cleaning up and stash my ropes back in their hiding place. I peek at my watch, surprised only about twenty minutes has gone by. I contemplate finding another little project that needs tending, but then reconsider, figuring I’ve tortured her long enough.

She’s in there, ready to get dicked down right now, all the waiting and anticipation, along with the cum I left inside her, means she’ll be dripping wet for sure.

I start to undress, then change my mind because she loves it when I fuck her with my pants on. I remove my shirt and toss it on the bed, then push the button to reopen the box.

It slides out smoothly, and she’s lying there with her eyes closed, but I know she’s not asleep by the erratic rise and fall of her chest along with how she squirms, her hips rocking as she rubs her thighs together. I pull my phone out of my back pocket and say, “I’m taking a picture of you, sweetheart. So, I can show you how perfect you look later.”

She rolls on her side, more of her ass tilting toward me, and I see my seed oozing from between her pussy lips and down between her thighs. I kneel, corkscrewing two fingers into her cunt, pushing my cum back in, and she gasps at the sudden intrusion.

I remove my fingers from inside her and use my other hand to roll her on her back, so I can lean over her and push my wet fingers between her lips. She moans around them, sucking and licking, a groan of pleasure coming out of her mouth.

I take my fingers from her mouth, my hands bracing on both sides of her as I lean down and capture her lips with mine. I push my tongue inside her mouth, my cock like stone in my pants at the taste of us, and I growl in approval, suddenly more than ready to give her reward.

I push myself up and away, then turn and hook an arm beneath her cuffed arms, pulling up enough so I can lift her out of the box and onto the floor. I ease her onto her front and position her, so her head and chest are flat on the floor, her ass in the air, presented to me.

I tease her first, breathing against her sensitive flesh with the occasional flutter of my tongue against her clit until she’s panting and moaning, her hips bucking as she attempts to ride my face.

I stop playing with her and dive right in, tongue-fucking her, and then replacing my tongue with three fingers as I press my tongue against her clit. I lick and suck, occasionally grazing her with my teeth, and she presses back against me insistently, likely worried I’ll stop and edge her again for fun, but I’m not going to. I want her to come on my face, and then she’s gonna come again on my dick.

I reach into my unbuttoned jeans with my free hand and get out my dick, giving it a couple of strokes as I continue to eat her. It doesn’t take long before her body becomes taunt, and her breath stops, then she gasps, “Fuck, yes, don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please make me come. Please, please, please make me come. Please, fuck, let me come.”

The cresting tension breaks, and her sounds of seeking pleasure echoes throughout the room, her pleading curses switching to relief as she orgasms. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and she pushes back against me. I don’t move, allowing her to take what she wants, what she’s earned.

Soon, her moans become quieter, and her body sags into the floor. I sit back, leaning over and reaching into the drawer of the bedside table beside me and pulling out a small vibe. I disconnect her hands and place the vibe in one of them, telling her, “Press this against your clit, sweetheart. Don’t take it off until I tell you, or I’ll stop and put you back in the box and start over.”

Sometimes, this isn’t a threat to her, and she would do it on purpose, but I don’t feel she will tonight. She seems more intent on coming some more, so that’s what we’ll do.

I slide my dick between her legs, rubbing the tip between her pussy lips before pushing inside a few inches. She’s relaxed and dripping wet, and I ease myself in slowly until she’s taking all of me. I pump in and out a few times, but then I notice her hands by her sides, and I stop the press of my cock inside her, my hand coming down hard on her ass cheek. “Put it on your clit, sweetheart. Now.”

This gets her attention, and she presses the button on the end of the vibe, and her hand disappears beneath her, and I feel that vibration in my dick. I groan and pull out slowly, pushing back in forcefully and grinding in as far as I can, and she groans loudly as I hit her just right inside, and she gushes.

She presses the vibrator more firmly against her clit, the vibrations of the small device running up into my balls, and it’s my turn to curse. “Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so fucking good. Are you gonna come on this big fucking dick? Say it, sweetheart. Tell me what you’re gonna do.”

She remains incoherent, moaning and pushing back against me insistently as her next orgasm builds, so I slap her on the ass again, and she whimpers, “I wanna come on your dick, baby. Please. Fuck your little cum whore.”

I’m gripping her hips with both of my hands, and I pick up the speed and intensity of my thrusts, holding back becoming an increasingly difficult endeavor. And then, her other hand moves beneath her, and I know what she’s going to do before her fingers touch my balls, and I spit out, “Fuck, sweetheart. Is my little whore trying to steal my cum? You want it that bad?”

She sobs, her grip on my balls tightening as she pulls, just the way she knows I love it. I release her hips, my hands going to the floor on either side of her as I fall on top of her, driving my cock into her over and over, my head falling forward so my lips are right by her ear as I grunt out, “Take it, sweetheart. Take all of my fucking cum. You can have it; it’s all yours.”

She chokes, then sobs again, her body shaking with her release as she pushes back against me, and I snarl like a fucking animal, my dick pulsing my release inside her, and she moans, “Fuck. Fuck. Give it to me. Please.”

I lie on top of her like that for a few moments, nuzzling and kissing her ear and her neck. She sighs and then laughs, and finally, I manage to push myself up off of her, pulling myself from her body and sitting back on my knees. I look down at her and this new picture she’s made for me, and I snag my phone from where I left it on the floor. “I have another picture for you, sweetheart. You’re gonna love this one.”

I snap one of her lying face-down on the floor, her ass in the air with my cum leaking out of it, then I push two fingers into my mess, and snap a picture of that, too. I turn the phone off and toss it over on the bed, then I continue to kneel there with my fingers still inside her, my other hand stroking her ass as I say, “You still haven’t told me.”

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