Page 79 of Terror Tuesday
Grasping her throat, I lean close. “Never fucking forget that.”
Dropping her back against the pillows, I slither down her body and lift the bottom of the fabric covering my mouth. Once I reach her tit, I scrape off the wax with my teeth as she moans, then twists against the belt as I let my bite sink deeper into her skin. I soothe the burn with a swath of my tongue, then pull it in to suck as she wails louder.
I do the motion to the other tit before sliding lower.
Using the same technique, I peel off the wax and spit it across the room before diving into her fragrant pussy. I can’t get enough. Her wetness coats my chin and jaw, and I use my gloves to plunge inside her, knowing they’re ribbed with grips for her pleasure…
She bounces off my face as much as she can, and I make her come easily, now that I’ve spent enough time getting to know exactly how she likes this. It’s second nature to me now. I know where her button is and what it does.
And I’m going to press it until she begs me to stop.
“That was one,” I murmur darkly. “Let’s see how many more I can wring from you before dawn.”
Her thighs try to close, but I slap them brutally apart. “Do that again and I’ll burn them open.”
Reaching into her drawer, I wave the dildo I left her mockingly. “I see you’ve been enjoying my gift… Because no one else satisfies?”
Her cheeks glisten as she watches me move across her room, then stand between her spread legs. It’s as if shethinksabout closing them again but stops herself.
I prod her wet pussy lips apart with the end, then carefully, while watching her face, press it through her entrance. She lets loose a stuttering sigh, and I fuck her with the toy. Gently at first. Then, with force, until she squeals and squirms. Shifting, I settle my thighs under hers, my hard cock begging for release as I watch her buck whenever I thrust deeper.
I’m leaking from the tip and grip my dick with a tight squeeze to relieve some pressure. Leaning over her, I fuck her relentlessly with the dildo until she’s sobbing.
“Come again, my Monarch, and show me who you belong to. Who it is you worship.”
She’s spitting, growling, frustrated, but she does. Her body shakes and quivers for me as I thrust it in to the hilt, then release myself. My dick flops out and hits her mound, which sends her forward, but the belt snaps her back in place.
I untie the pantyhose and pull out her gag. “I want to hear you, but you better not make a noise to bring anyone in here, or I’ll fucking kill them. Do you understand?”
The answer parting her parched lips is a ragged whisper. “Yes.”
“How bad do you want this?” I tease, tapping my cock against her swollen clit.
“Please…Vanq,” she begs, and the softness of her voice almost makes me less irate… Almost.
“You want me and this toy?” I push deeper, taunting her with the motion.
She’s whimpering, writhing with a breath caught in the back of her throat. “Only you.”
I pause, watching anticipation and terror flicker over her flushed, tear-streaked face. Then inch the toy out, only to jab back inside.
“No. You haven’t earned me yet. Come all over this plastic until you remember exactly whose servant you are.”
“I can’t!” she cries.
“Oh,baby. We’re just getting started.” Using my thumb, I brush over her heated cheek. “Already crying? Brace yourself. Come again.”
Defiant, fire erupts behind her eyes. She climaxes violently, choking on her cries as I thrust my gloved fingers into her mouth, forcing her to taste herself.
“Again, my Monarch,” I command. “Understand exactly who owns your body. Who owns you?”
“You do!” she sobs.
“Then prove it,” I snarl, softer this time. “Come for me again.”
Do I go on like this for hours? Yes.
I wait until my impatience becomes reverence. Every time she obeys me and does just as I command, I soften. She’s broken, spent. Panting and lookingoh-so-tired.
