Page 56 of QB Keeper
“I’m so wet,” she whimpers in response. The sound makes me throb inside my boxer briefs as a bead of precum leaks from my tip. My instincts are telling me to fuck her right now, but I’ve waited so long for this, I’m going to make it last until I’m physically unable to take the torture anymore.
I reach between her legs, and I don’t even have to fully breach her entrance to know that she’s dripping. I can tell she’s trying so hard to be good when she really wants to grind into me for relief.
I take mercy on her, spearing my middle finger all the way inside her warmth. She moans out loud, clenching so tightly that when I go to retreat, I only get sucked in further. I fight it, pulling out enough to add another finger before pressing back in until I’m cupping her with my palm.
“Is this what you wanted?” I coo. “To be stuffed full of my fingers so your greedy pussy could come?”
“Mhmm,” she whines, losing the fight and grinding down, meeting me thrust for thrust. The chain hanging from her nipples swings as her tits bounce from the force, and it makes me double down, fucking her harder.
“Tanner! Yes!” she shouts as blotches of red bloom to life all over her hot skin. Sweat beads at her temples and I can feel her inner walls clamping down as her orgasm barrels toward her. Moans and heavy breaths fill the room, mixing with the sound of my fingers pushing into her dripping heat.
“I’m going to make you come harder than you ever have in your life, but I need you to be a good girl and let it happen, okay?” I ask as she bounces on my hand. She nods her head rapidly, her pussy beginning to seize around me. Just before she falls over the edge, I yank myself from her, but I don’t let the build-up ebb.
“Show me what a fucking slut you are, Grace. Come for me.” I grit out, reaching up to release both nipples from the clamps at the same time. I watch as blood rushes back to them and oxytocin flows through her body, triggering an intense, hands-free orgasm. Her hips buck wildly, fucking the air while she screams my name, riding it out until she has nothing left to give. It’s the most awe-inspiring sight I’ve ever seen in my whole life, and I’m the lucky bastard that gets to watch her come undone like this.
When I see her muscles starting to go lax, I band an arm around her waist for support, so she doesn’t pull on her wrists and shoulders. I kiss her cheek and whisper praises into her ear as she trembles with the aftershocks. She’s exhausted, but I’ve barely even started, so I give her several minutes to recover before reaching up and releasing the wrist cuffs from the cross. When I’m sure that she’s steady, I kneel in front of her, undoing her ankles while she uses my shoulders to stay upright. She’s wobbly, but still completely coherent.
Not for long, though.
I stand, making sure she’s able to bear her own weight, gently running my hands up and down her waist. “You okay?” I ask.
She exhales a soft laugh as she nods her head. And when she looks up at me with that gorgeous, dickmatized smile that I love so much, I break character for just a moment and grin back at her. “Was that funny?” I ask, raising a brow.
“I didn’t know nipples could do that,” she says, making me bark out a laugh. I fucking love this girl so goddamn much.
“I have a feeling I’m going to show you lots of things you didn’t know your body was capable of,” I reply. “You did so fucking good. Do you want to be done or are you ready for more?” I honestly would be happy, either way. As much asI’ve thought of this moment for the last five years, we have all the time in the world to play.
“I’m so ready for more,” she rasps, looking up at me through her long, thick lashes. “I want to make you feel good, sir.”
“There’s my good fucking girl. Why don’t you get on your knees.”
She obeys, immediately lowering herself down to the floor, waiting for her next instruction. I make her squirm for a bit, slowly unbuttoning my shirt before shrugging it off my shoulders. I toss it aside, removing my pants and socks next.
“Take it out,” I say, towering over her. The heat from before returns to her eyes as she reaches up, pulling my waistband down enough to free my aching cock. “Lick it.”
Leaning forward, she braces one hand on my thigh, using the other to grip the base before running her warm, wet tongue over my piercings. I grit my teeth to calm down, because the way she’s keeping eye contact as she does it is enough to do me in right here. She’s a fucking wet dream on her knees, making sure to cover every inch of me with saliva.
“Look at you,” I coo, “so eager to please.” She preens under my praise, taking my tip into her mouth.
I land a tight slap to her cheek, causing her to pop off of me. “Did I tell you that you could do that?”
“No, sir,” she replies. “I’m sorry. You just taste so good.”
I grin down at her. “Okay, you want to suck it so badly? Fine.” I pull off my briefs before reaching down and clipping each of the wrist cuffs to the hooks on her waist harness. There’s an inch or so of slack, but otherwise, she’s completely restrained.
I walk over to the chest, opening another drawer and pulling out a small red ball. When I return, I hold it up in front of her. “If you want to stop, squeeze this.” I demonstrate, showing her how it squeaks between my fingers. Shecan’t tap my thighs to tell me she feels unsafe, and she won’t be able to speak in a minute.
“Okay,” she says, her voice trembling with need as I put the ball in her right hand.
“You ready to get face fucked, Bunny?” I ask, feeling a jolt of power flow through my veins as she nods her assent. “Open.”
As soon as her lips part, I shove between them, immediately hitting the back of her throat. It constricts around me as her eyes widen, tears beginning to pool in them almost immediately. I bring my hand to the back of her head as she tries to retreat, preventing her from moving. Taking a few more seconds to enjoy every sensation, I let go and pull out of her mouth. She coughs and sputters as her lungs fill back up, but I don’t give her much of a reprieve.
“Deep breath,” I tell her. She inhales and I push back in, holding her tightly to me while her throat violently spasms in protest. Her eyes fill again, and her face starts to turn a beautiful shade of pink as I look down at her with a cocky smirk. I give her two light slaps to the cheek as she tries to fight my hand on the back of her head.
“Nope,” I say. “You don’t need air. You’re okay.” I give it another few seconds, pulling out again while she struggles to breathe. A string of thick saliva still connects us, her makeup is smudged under her eyes, and I swear, she’s never looked more beautiful. And just when I think she can’t possibly surprise me any more than she already has with how well she’s taking this, she does.
“More.”
