Page 111 of Wrapped in Silver

I ram the dildo harder into her, then pull it out to let some air soak into her juicy pussy. She has to beg for it. When she doesn’t, I remove my tongue too.

“Mmph.”

I stare at her cold in the eyes. We’re both counting internally now, so I slip the toy back in with a vengeance. When my tongue touches her clit one more time, she yelps. I moan into her second lips, feeling the shivering sensation intensify. I’mrock hard right now. I can’t wait to enter her and tell her what I’ve been meaning to. But first… my promise.

Gripping onto her ass cheek and teasing the tip of the dildo in the base of her pussy, I switch directions of my tongue side to side, putting the pressure she needs to complete. Her body clenches—from arms to legs—neck veins visible.

She relaxes into a near deathlike state with a second to spare.

Her breath is labored and done. But she’ll snap back when she sees what I have waiting.

I rip her up from being bent over the hole in our dining room table, and grab a handful of her hair. “Did you enjoy that?”

“Yes, master,” she mutters through the ball gag.

“Good.” I notice the red mark on her belly from being draped over the ledge. “Was your punishment sufficient?”

“No, master.” She shakes her head.

“Good girl.” I pull her to the dining room chair and sit down on it, revealing all of my inches standing straight up.

After unstrapping the gag from her mouth, I allow her to speak.

“May I accept my punishment, master?” She teases her ass near my cock, and it’s driving me insane, but I have to keep up appearances.

“You may.”

She sits down on it, and all of the wetness from her pussy and my saliva makes it an easy slide up a tight chute.

“It hurts, master… but… it feels good.”

Her confidence is tantalizing, and her pussy is everything I’ve ever dreamed of having. Every fiber of my body is on fire with passion. I love how she moves, the way her ass jiggles after pounding against my legs, the slight pinkness of her pussy as my cock slides in and out of her.

She’s going to cum again… and I want to be right alongside her. I’m gripping her arms as she bounces up and down, up and down.

“Yes, master. Keep punishing me.” Her slave character is epic. I don’t even have to coach her; she’s just born to be my partner in this.

“Fuck.” I grunt, helping her bounce harder.

She moans and stops, burying me deep inside her as the quavering resumes. Aftershocks. And when she relaxes again, I pick her up and sprawl her on the floor missionary style.

After the first two orgasms, I slow it down, allowing myself to feel her soft skin in a way that changes the whole flow. She squirms slowly.

“You good?” I check in the be sure.

“I can do this all day.” She bites her lip and gives me a kiss.

I slide into her again, this time more gently, pushing her hair lightly out of her face.

“Silver,” she whispers to me as I cradle her back. “This is… nice.”

It’s true. Holding her while slowly pumping is a change of pace, and I think it’s the perfect time to tell her the truth.

“All that stuff I said about not wanting a family,”I whisper in her ear, “I’ve changed my mind. I’ll have one… only with you.”

Her body tenses as she looks at me. The fire behind her eyes cools, and I see a vulnerable young woman who wants nothing more than to be protected. She kisses me hard, then whispers back, “Fill me up then, baby.”

Music to my ears. I’ve been holding back my load for twenty minutes already, just to make sure she was satisfied. And for her to lock her legs around my back and slowly go with my rhythm, my cock throbs into an explosion that decorates her insides. It seems endless, and blissful, and right.

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