Page 27 of All Your Lies
How can he understand what I’m saying through this gag?
He runs the tip of his fingers on my skin, softly raising goose bumps in his wake and intensifying the burn.
He stops his caress and spanks me again. My body moves forward with the motion, and my eyes squeeze shut because of the pain and pleasure.
“One.”
“Good girl,” he whispers while rubbing my slit. His deep, praising voice creates a whirlwind of butterflies in my stomach, leaving me perplexed.
I always thought thegood girltalk was cliché and overdone, but coming from him…
In quick succession, he spanks me four more times. Every one of those I count in hopes of hearing him call me a good girl again.
I would happily accept more to experience him saying those words again.
What the hell is he doing to me?
By the time I count to ten, I’m shaking.
Each smack is closer to my core and makes my clit throb in anticipation. If he would land just a little lower, I could cum. Though I think he knows that and doesn’t on purpose.
“You like that, baby? You like your ass nice and red from my hand?” He starts his featherlight touches again, which brings forth more goose bumps. “Only I can touch you like this. No one else will ever touch you the way I do.”
And then he smacks my center before inserting his thumb into my core and rubbing my clit with his other fingers. My eyes roll into the back of my head as my back arches. No one has ever touched me like this. It’s heaven and hell, and I never want it to stop. I surrender to my senses. The way my core clenches around his digit with each thrust, the sweet burn taking over my body.
I’m drooling, and on the verge of an orgasm I’m unsure I’ll ever come back from.
His expert strokes are rough and demanding.
My muted moans fill the room and accompany his heavy breathing.
“Be a good girl and come.”
The second he murmurs those two words from his lips, I’m a goner.
My hips buck, and stars shoot behind my eyes as he relentlessly pumps his thumb into me until I can’t take any more.
He kisses my side. “You’re so beautiful when you come with my finger inside you.”
He helps me off his lap and tucks me back into bed. I barely sense him taking the gag from my mouth and kissing my forehead before sleep claims me.
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Gage
As I watch her drift into a satisfied sleep, I long to climb in behind her and feel the softness of her skin against mine, to entwine our bodies between the sheets of her bed.
A groan escapes my throat as I place my thumb in my mouth, indulging in her exquisite taste that still lingers. I’ve fantasized about what she gave me tonight for as long as I can remember. The combination of her obedience while counting through the ball gag, and the heat from my hand on her perfect ass sent a wave of exhilaration through me.
Despite her lack of understanding, her body longs for the embrace of submission. I sensed it the night at the club and felt it again tonight. There’s an internal struggle within her mind, but only until she surrenders to the pleasure and relinquishes control.
Moving closer, I take the same thumb and run it along her pouty lips before rubbing away the rest of her tears. I’ll only ever make her cry tears of unadulterated joy and ecstasy.
When I got out of prison, I observed her and noted how she had become a mere shadow of her former vibrant self. I noticed a difference in her demeanor—she seemed more reserved, not exuding the confident aura that I was familiar with her having.
I don’t know when it started, but I know Marco was one of the reasons for the change in her. He treated her like shit when all she ever wanted was his love and acceptance. He threw it away like he’s always done.
8 YEARS AGO
