Page 36 of Web of Lies
God, he's right. I could, and if this goes on any longer, I will. It's hot. It's messed up. And I love it. My clit throbs, desperatefor attention, while Kyle stays focused, working with irritating calm as if he doesn't notice the mess he's making of me.
The tattoo machine hums, a low, threatening vibration that makes my stomach flutter. Each puncture of the needle is like a sharp, stinging kiss. My breath hitches with every line he draws. "Iknewyou'd enjoy this."
Finally, the sound cuts off with a quiet click. Silence rings in my ears as he sets the machine aside and picks up a fresh wipe to clean the new tattoo, the surrounding skin throbbing.
He leans in, his lips brushing just above my pubic bone. "You did so well, Baby. I'm proud of you." He trails soft kisses across my skin. "You know I don't mind sharing, but only when I want to. Now that my name's inked into your skin? You're mine. Everyone's going to know it, even your damn boss." The wheels of his chair grind against the hardwood floor as he slowly backs up until his mouth connects with my pussy. His lips wrap around my folds, sucking them into his mouth as he hums with satisfaction.
I throw my head back and let out a guttural moan. His tongue circles my clit before he sucks me into his mouth again. His fingers dig into my thighs as he feasts on me. The lingering sting of the tattoo, the excitement from the experience, and the salvation I had been desperate for are pushing me toward the edge of an orgasm.
"Kyle," his name rolls off my lips in a pleading moan as I rock my hips into his face. The ropes tighten around my legs, and a painful wince slips out of me. Instead of responding with words, he lowers one hand from my thighs. The next moment, I feel the pressure of his fingers against my opening, and he easily slips inside me.
"Fuck," I groan when he thrusts three fingers inside me with no resistance and spreads them.
"So eager," Kyle hums, planting a soft kiss on my clit while pumping his fingers inside me. "Maybe I should stretch you open. Ruin that pussy once and for all. How does that sound?"
I wince at his implication, and my core throbs with a mix of anticipation and alarm. We've done fisting before. It took weeks for Kyle to fit his entire hand inside me, but we got there, and it was one of the most explosive orgasms I've ever had. Now it's easier. I still need time and a proper warm-up, but I can now comfortably take his full fist.
"Riley, Freckles, Baby, talk to me. Do you want it all?" he croons, his tongue flicking over my clit, pulling a gasp from me. "If not, all you've gotta do is say our safe word and I'll stop for good."
"Yes," I managed to choke out, my breath hitching.
"Good girl." Kyle's lips curl into a slow, satisfied grin against my pussy, and his praise vibrates through every inch of my body. In the mirror, I catch a glimpse of his reflection as he pulls back and reaches for another bottle on the cart. With one quick flick, he pops open the cap and squirts a generous amount onto his fingers, which are buried inside me.
I close my eyes, drop my head back, and breathe through my nose. My heart pounds against my chest, and the beat of my pulse echoes in my ears. As Kyle thrusts his fingers inside me, my jaw slackens. His free hand rests on my pubic bone, and his thumb lands on my clit, rolling the sensitive bud in sync with his thrusts.
My muscles melt with pleasure, and it doesn't take long for Kyle to fit his fourth finger inside me. My pussy contracts in quiet protest, but he slowly works his way in, and I loosen around him.
"That's it," he hums, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. "You’re stretching beautifully. So eager to fit it all." A loud groan rips from my throat when he thrusts his hand inside me, stoppingonly when the base of his thumb catches on my entrance. He spreads his fingers inside me, and my limbs tremble. The ropes holding me up rattle as every nerve in my body cries out.
"Want me to stop, Baby?" His voice is calm, almost teasing.
I can't form words. Only broken, needy mess spills from my lips. "No." The words slip out of me, raw and frantic. "Don't stop—please don't." My voice breaks into a high-pitched cry as I rock my hips into his hand. "I need it. I need you. More, please."
"Easy there," he chuckles in a low, dangerous tone. His thumb rests in the palm of his hand as he slowly thrusts back into me. My attention shifts to the mirror above us, taking in the sight of Kyle sitting between my legs and slowly thrusting his hand in and out of me. The sight is breathtaking, and a shiver runs down my spine. Despite some resistance, it only takes a few attempts for Kyle to slip his entire hand through my opening.
"God," I moan out loud, my head falling back against the ropes. Tears sting the corners of my eyes at the overwhelming sensation of being stuffed to the limit. Kyle's cock is enough to make me feel stuffed, but this is pure perfection. He balls his hand into a fist inside me, and my moans turn into a scream.
"There's no God here, Freckles," he says, pushing his fist deeper into me. "It's just me taking what's his." He pulls his arm back only to push it into me again. My eyes roll back, and a loud cry escapes my lips as he pumps his fist in and out of me. His free hand remains on my pubic bone, his palm pressing down while his thumb circles my clit.
The overwhelming warmth and attention to my clit are sending me over the edge. The mere thought of his hand fully inside me takes me higher and higher. And just like that, as Kyle forces his fist deeper inside me, the burning heat inside my core explodes. My muscles spasm, and my pussy clutches his hand buried inside me. A guttural moan tears from my throat as anorgasm rips through my core. Desperate cries follow as my limbs quiver and the ropes rattle, swaying my body in the air.
"That's my good girl," Kyle praises, his voice vibrating deep in his chest while he keeps his fist inside me. He pumps it in and out in shallow thrusts, drawing out the intensity of my orgasm. Eventually, my body gives in, and I sag against the ropes, my chest heaving as I gasp for air, tears running down my cheeks and blurring my vision.
Kyle finally eases his fist out of me, and the sudden emptiness pulls a whimper from me. "Look at you, all stretched open." He says with a low whistle.
Through my foggy vision, I catch Kyle rising to his feet in the mirror. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and shoves them down, exposing his rock-hard cock. My stomach flutters with anticipation as I realize he has me strung up at the perfect height, with his hips perfectly aligned with mine. But instead of taking advantage of the opportunity, he does something else.
He wraps his fingers, dripping with my arousal and lube, around his thick length, coating himself in the evidence of my orgasm.
Mesmerized, I can't tear my eyes away as his hand works over his length. First, his strokes are slow, but they grow more eager with each pump. Every now and then, he runs his thumb over the swollen head and taps the piercing, drawing low grunts from him. His breathing turns ragged, shoulders rising and falling as the rhythm of his stroke falters under his own touch.
My breath catches when he finally steps closer, the thick, flushed head of his cock resting against my raw opening. My body quivers with desire, aching for him to fill me.
After a handful of swift strokes, he pauses, and in the next breath, he buries himself deep inside me. My eyes fall shut as the familiar, warm sensation of his cum shoots through my core. Asatisfied sigh falls from my lungs, and I simply let go. My body melts into the ropes, and I allow the waves of exhaustion to swallow me whole.
It is only when strong arms wrap around me and my body is gradually lowered that my eyes flutter open and I find Kyle taking care of me. My skin touches the soft, familiar comfort of his sheets, and I melt into them. Working at the knots, he unties one limb after another, first my legs, then my arms. As soon as I'm free, I stretch out, my muscles straining against their newfound freedom as a groan ripples from my throat.
I roll onto my side, ready to let sleep take me, but Kyle lifts me up again and cradles me close to his chest as he carries me toward the bright light of the bathroom.
