Page 56 of Heartfelt Pain
“What?” he starts to ask again.
I shove a pair of lacy panties in his mouth. I never really understood the whole gagging thing, but I’m starting to love it.
Noise catches in the back of his throat and his eyes follow me when I grab another pair from the dresser next to the chair. I tie his hands together with them, pleased with my knotting skills, and lift them.
Aunt Macy must’ve been into kink because this place is full of convenient things like a hook along the wall that I use to hold Roma’s hands above him.
Stepping back, I admire Roma naked and gagged, his arms pinned above him.
“You’ve never looked better.” I grin, tossing my hair back. I sink to my knees. “I wore red lipstick for you, do you like it?”
He nods. His cock strains upward, the tip already leaking.
“Awe, Roma,” I tease. “You want me to suck your cock?”
He nods, his hips jerking.
“Don’t move,” I warn. I grip him in my hand, pumping up and down.
I don’t have time for slow, tentative movements. He groans, his head falling back when I squeeze him. I smear precum along his thick cock and brush my tongue down him. Flattening my tongue I lick him from his crown to his base.
He tries to roll his hips, but I tut under my breath.
“Stop moving or I won’t play with you.”
He stills, but glazed eyes stare down at me.
I ignore him, focusing only on his cock. Wrapping my lips around him, I suck. Hard.
His muscles tighten and the fingernails on my left hand dig into his waist, reminding him to stop moving. His muffled groans have my panties growing wet.
Releasing his dick with a pop, I lick the crown again before sucking him back in.
His hips jerk and I’m a little mad because there’s not enough time to sit on his cock and ride him. I should’ve done this earlier instead of pretending like I would kick him out.
From now on if he wants to stick around in my apartment, I’m going to use him however I like.
His groans grow more frantic, his back bending. The panties muffle his growl and I release his cock from my mouth.
Ropes of semen land on his bare chest, his hips jerking with the release. He looks like a caged animal as he jerks and twitches.
I stand up, running a finger along his chest, through his cum. He stares up at me as I lick my finger and then wipe the corners of my mouth to fix my lipstick. When he looks down he’ll notice it smeared all over his dick.
There’s a knock at the door.
“It’s time to go.” I untie his hands and take out the gag.
He rubs his wrists, still dazed and confused.
I throw his pants at him. “Come on.”
He eyes the cum on his chest. “Shower?”
The car is here and I’ve got a meeting at eight. “There’s no time. Put on your fucking clothes and go.”
He looks around and the vindictive little cumslut in me comes out.
“Put on your fucking clothes,” I tell him again. “And leave.”
