Page 30 of A Very No Strings Halloween
“But fuck you,” she adds.
All right. I return to her pussy, all bare and slick. I kiss her clit and place my hands on her thighs, encouraging her to spread wider so I can lick her. With each lick I increase the pressure little by little. And with each lick Donna tilts her pelvis forward just a little bit more. When I can’t press my tongue any harder and she can’t rock forward any farther without falling off the chair, I stiffen my tongue and fuck her with it, as deep as I can go. That’s when Donna cries out. No holding back. No neighbors to worry about.
“Oh God. Oh God.Biiiiiilllyyyy!” She chants and moans, bucking and thrashing as much as she can in her position. I keep going until she comes all over my face.
Finally I pull back, with a very satisfied grin as I wipe my face, savoring the hard evidence I got out of my little prisoner. I got what I wanted. Donna is limp in the chair, a sated grin on her pretty lips. Lips I intend to put to work.
My smile vanishes as I realize something. Something very distressing and important. “Wait, are you a Philly Lightning fan?”
She nods slowly, her sated grin turning evil.
Oh, hell no.
I pick her up swiftly. She’s been acting pretty tough up until this point, but she lets out a fun littlesqueal. I sit down in the chair and place her over my knee, spanking her three times.
“Why was it hard to decide to stay in Boston? Philly’s a city for dirtbags.”
“They say the same about you.”
“Yeah, that’s what dirtbags think. They think non-dirtbags are dirtbags to hide from their own dirtbaginess.”
“Fuck you,” she says, but she’s laughing.
I fist her hair and spank her some more.
I ask Donna more questions, spanking her when she’s sassy and rubbing her tits when I like the answer. I learn that she’s an only child and her parents divorced when she was thirteen. She’s always been close to her oma and opa and they’ve always celebrated Oktoberfest. She loves German beer.
I’m beyond horny for her body, but now I’m just as lustful for who she is. I try not to make the interrogation too heavy. So I also get her favorite color—crimson red, which is acceptable because it’s one of the Boston Tomcats team colors—and her dream vacation, which is to see the northern lights in Norway.
When her ass is nice and pink, she begs, “I’ll be good! Please, sir, I’ll suck your cock. No more spanking.”
I’m used to seeing Donna all feisty, so this sudden turn makes me a little nervous, despite hearing thefour words any straight man would die to hear this woman say to him. “You remember the safe word?”
She looks back at me like I’m an idiot. “Of course. Did I use it? Did I stutter?”There she is.
That earns her four more swats on her ass, two on each cheek.
“Just for that, the new safe word isthe Philly Lightning suckinstead ofthe New York Rebels suck.”
“I mean, those are safewords, but whatever floats your boat.”
I growl and lift her up, throwing her over my shoulder. I quickly search for what I’m looking for and find a blanket that will work. I fold it up and place it on the ground in front of the chair. Then I lower Donna to her feet, but her legs are wobbly from all the pleasure and punishment, so I hang on to her lightly for support. “On your knees, inmate,” I say, my voice low and dangerous.
“Yes, sir,” Donna says obediently, makingmyknees weak. Then she smirks; the little minx knows exactly what she’s doing to me. She drops to her knees on top of the folded blanket, and I take a seat in the chair.
“This would be a lot easier if my hands weren’t cuffed, sir,” she says, leaning to one side and moving her arms to the other side behind her, jangling the cuffs to emphasize her point. She pouts adorably.
“Yeah, probably would be. But we like thingshardaround here.” I unbuckle my belt, unbutton and unzipmy pants, and pull out my aching cock myself. It’s dripping with precum. Donna’s eyes grow wide, and she bites her bottom lip in that way that drives me absolutely insane. “Get to work, inmate.”
Donna licks her lips and kisses the head of my cock. I close my eyes and groan, throwing my head back, the pleasure already almost too much to handle.
“Donna…” I whisper. We forgot to give each other character names, but fuck it.
“Yes, sir? What can I do for you?” She makes clear her question is rhetorical by licking my shaft from base to tip—slowly. So slowly. She’s torturing me now. She’s on her knees, cuffed, and I’m a prisoner to her mouth. When she reaches the tip, she takes me into her mouth. As much as she can. My eyes jolt open and I bolt upright. She starts sucking intensely, deep throating, never letting my cock out of her mouth because she wouldn’t be able to place it back in without the use of her hands. I don’t know how to stop myself from coming in that sweet mouth. I need to be inside her pussy before I do.
“Stop,” I say weakly. She ignores me. “Stop,” I mutter again. She still doesn’t.
I fist her hair, forcing her head back. It’s wicked frustrating to put an end to the pleasure she was giving me, but my cock falls out of her mouth with a satisfying wetpop.
