Page 66 of Devious Temptation
Before I can answer, he pulls away, sucking my juices off his finger. “Remove your bra and underwear,” he commands in a raspy tone, like he’s holding himself back from just bending me over in the archway between the kitchen and the dining room.
Quickly, I follow his demands. I’m too wound up tospeak without stammering and too horny to be a brat and face punishment.
I’ve learned quickly that orgasm denial is not something I’m partial to.
Naked and flushed, I wait for more instructions. When they come, the words caress my skin like molten lava. “Climb onto the table, face the cameras, and spread your legs.”
There’s a pang in my lower belly, a cramp of hunger for something other than food—a longing to be filled as I obey.
“Lawson.” His name is like a desperate cry on my lips as I sit on the table that I’ve eaten dinner on, that his son eats dinner on, and bare my naked pussy—glistening and dripping with evidence of how much I want him.
“That’s right, baby. Show Daddy how much you want to please him.” Lawson presses a button on the nearest camera, the one level with the table’s surface. A bright red light flashes, signaling the start of our little video, and I’m already starting to see the appeal. I can understand how watching this back would let you relive everything you felt in the moment.
“Fuck, your pussy is so pretty. Do you know how many nights I thought of filling you up?” He turns the next camera on. “Of fucking you so full of me there’d never be room for any other man?”
I squirm. My nipples stiffen to impossibly hard peaks, the desire in them pulsing with my heartbeat as the organ pumps blood and lust downward into my puffy, swollen clit. My knees draw in, dying to relieve some of the pressure.
“Keep them spread,” Lawson commands sharply.
A whimper escapes from my throat as I stretch my legsback out as far as they’ll go, to the point where the ache in my pussy extends down my inner thighs to my ankles.
“What are you going to make me do?”
He smirks. It’s villainous, corrupted with pure, crazed passion. It sets my blood on fire, and my breathing shallows as he turns and walks away, only to appear a few moments later, holding up a familiar phallic-shaped food.
“I want to watch you ride this until it’s covered in your sweet honey, rainbow.”
My eyes widen. That went from zero to sixty real fast. “You want me to… to…fuckmyself with that?”
He saunters closer, cock straining against his sweats. “I want to record you taking every inch.”
“Why a cucumber? Why not a dildo?”
Lawson grips the table between my spread legs as he leans forward and whispers, “Because when I eat this with my salad for lunch tomorrow, I want to see your face while you watch me consume your juices in front of everyone. Consider it my personal salad dressing.”
If I heard anyone else say those words, I would have gagged. But coming fromhim, it’s like the hottest thing a man has ever said to me.
The cool flesh of the cucumber presses against my opening, and my mouth gapes as I watch the blunt end spear my lips, spreading them wide.
“Now take this from me and fuck your pretty pussy until I tell you to stop.”
His words already have me gushing around the vegetable… or is it a fruit? Whatever it is, he leaves me to it, walking back to the last video recorder to press play.
“Fuck it, rainbow.” His demand is thick with lust,stuffed full of decadent promises of what’s to come as soon as I fulfill his request.
My face feels like it’s on fire. Slowly, I begin to undulate my hips, every pass taking more of the cucumber. It’s thick and lined with bumpy ridges, and the friction feels amazing along my inner walls. I tip my head back to the ceiling, and a moan of pleasure falls from my lips as I give the camera everything Lawson wants.
“That’s right, baby. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Mmhmm.” I’m so fucking wet. The sounds fill the room, mixing with my sighs as I move faster, embarrassingly enjoying how the vegetable makes me feel so full.
Lawson removes his clothes. “Such a little slut for me, aren’t you?”
I nod and whimper, loving the way the filthy words sound on his tongue. There’s something about a man whispering sinfully degrading things in your ear while you’re debasing yourself for him. I love when he gets like this—when he gives me exactly what I need without asking.
“Only for you.”
Lawson approaches the table, taking over the rhythm I’ve set with the cucumber and gently pushing me back. “That’s right, only for me. And you love being my little slut, don’t you, rainbow?” He leans over and spits on my pussy.
