Page 12 of Crazed

She nods, her eyes sparkling brighter, admitting, "Yes."

My dick strains against my zipper, pulsing against the designer denim. I fight to keep my control, not wanting her to know she's the one who holds the cards. I tighten my fist around her blonde locks and peck her on the lips, pulling away the moment she attempts to stick her tongue in my mouth. I grunt, taunting, "So you disobeyed me, and you decided to be a tease?"

She furrows her eyebrows then bites on her lip, further torturing me. Her voice cracks as she says, "I'm...umm... I still don't know what I did to disobey you."

I pause, tilting my head. She squirms, but it results in her pushing her body against my aching cock. I slide my hand under her chin and grip it so she can't move, then declare, "I said you couldn't come."

"I-I didn't."

"No?" I question, then release her hair. I slide my hand to her pussy, cupping it over her skimpy, matching blood-red lingerie. Heat sears into my palm. I hold in a groan, exhaling slowly.

"I swear I waited," she claims.

I glide my thumb under the lace, running it over her swollen clit.

She shudders, closing her eyes and whispering, "Massimo."

I keep the same pace and pressure, ordering, "Open your eyes."

Her lids fly open. She swallows hard.

I lean closer so I'm touching her mouth. To see her reaction, I ask her as if she has no choice, "You're a dirty little girl, aren't you? You can't wait for me to gag you, tie you up, and torture you all night. Can you?"

She shakes her head. "No. Please do it."

Her answer couldn't be any more perfect. Satisfaction swells in my gut while adrenaline pools in my veins. I sniff hard, not tearing my gaze off hers, sliding my index and middle finger up her soaked pussy and keeping my thumb on her clit.

She moans, pinning her eyebrows together.

I yank my hand out then shove my fingers in her mouth. She sucks as I claim, "Get it all. Then get on your knees. Before that ball goes into your mouth, you're sucking me off. You're going to swallow all of me. And then you're going to taste both of us while you suck on the gag, understand?"

Her chest rises and falls faster. She slides her hands down my chest, and I allow her to spin me into the wall. She gracefully dips to her knees, unfastening my belt and pants and shoving them to the floor.

A loud clang hits the tile. Her tongue and hand stroke my shaft.

I fist her hair again, positioning her head so she glances at me. It doesn't faze her. She never stops working my cock. Her teeth graze my vein, and I groan.

A smirk appears on her lush lips. She may be full of me, but I don't miss it.

I make a mental note to give her an extra punishment later. I gaze at the curve of her creamy, round ass with a tiny strip of lace between the cheeks, then proclaim, "You better be prepared, my dolce. I'm marking you as mine once that gag goes in your filthy little mouth."

She blushes again, making me pulse inside her.

Visions of the ball in her mouth while she's tied up in rope make me feel semi-crazy. I palm her head and take control of her movements.

Like always, she submits, opening the back of her throat and taking in all of me. Not once does she fight me, even when she makes a small gagging noise.

I keep her positioned on me, not showing her any mercy. Her eyes glisten, and one tear drips down her cheek. She fights through it, finding her breath and swallowing every time my head hits the back of her throat.

"Christ," I blurt out. She's the only woman who's ever done that to me. Hell, she's the only woman who's ever taken all of me in her mouth and pussy, yet never complained about the speed or force with which I take her. It's like our bodies were designed for each other. I never have to worry about whether she's ready or not. Her body always opens for me, no matter how long she or I play with her.

Plus, Katiya is one of the strongest women I know. Others may think she's cold, but I respect her guarded attitude. These moments where she submits to me only serve to stroke my ego. It's rare to find a woman like her who knows how to drop her hard act and allow herself to be at my mercy.

I debate about extending this little show, but my hand clenches the ball gag in my pocket. More images erupt in my mind, and the issue gets sorted. I move her faster, and adrenaline surges through me so rapidly, I have to press my hand against the wall to steady myself.

"Fuuuck," I bellow, my cock pumping like a machine gun in her mouth.

She takes every drop of my cum, swallowing it until there's nothing left. When the white light disappears, and I can focus again, I lock my gaze on her watery blues. Her plump lips twitch. I release her hair, and she resubmits, looking down at the floor.

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