Page 76 of Captured Fantasy

She moaned and I wet my fingers with lube and began massaging it into her asshole. Dipping my fingertip in a little more each time until she began to loosen. Her fingers clenched, her nails digging into her palms. I took up the plug and applied more lube and began warming the cold metal against her skin. Letting it dip through that ring of muscle with each rotation.

“Please,” she said, her voice muffled. “I can take it.”

“I know you can, baby,” I said, kneading her ass as I worked the plug against her opening.

I pushed it into her in one, slow movement. She tensed and I played with her clit, coaxing her to relax for me as the plug filled her perfect asshole. The moan that escaped her mouth was desperate. Her pussy clenched and wetness slipped down her thigh. I caught it with my fingers and put it on my tongue. My God, she was exquisite.

“You’re doing so well, sweet girl. Now hold that in your ass and stay on your knees, just like that.”

“Yes, sir,” she breathed.

“Enza, don’t be smart with me.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl,” I praised. “Now don’t move until I get back.”

She obeyed, but I felt her confusion. I was dying to sink into her slick heat, but I needed to give her what she craved. Crossing the room, I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. When I looked back at her, my cock throbbed painfully.

A thrill of power, a rush of ownership moved through my chest. She looked so perfect, tied up and totally submitted. On her knees with her ass in the air, plugged and wet. Waiting for me like such a perfect little thing. Waiting for me to give her the pleasure she now knew she deserved.

She could wait for it a little longer.

I left the bathroom door ajar so she could hear me and took a slow shower. My cock stayed hard, throbbing painfully. Knowing that she was waiting for me, plugged, bound, and on her knees, kept my blood pounding. Minutes passed. I rolled my neck beneath the hot spray, listening to make sure she kept still.

I stepped out of the shower and toweled myself off. As I ran a hand through my hair, I caught my own eye in the mirror. My body stilled. What had happened to me in the last year? Was it my new responsibilities or was it Mrs. Russo? Whatever it was, at some point my body had hardened and my eyes had gone even harder.

I swallowed. I’d wanted fuck-you power. Maybe all of this came along with it.

I threw the towel at the mirror and left the bathroom. My chest heaved as my eyes fell on her, waiting on her knees. So sweetly obedient.

She didn’t move as I crossed the room and slid my palm over her ass, kneading the soft flesh. Light glinted off her inner thigh and I traced it, feeling her arousal wet my fingertips.

“God, you’ve been dripping this whole time,” I murmured.

I knelt behind her, spreading her gently, and cleaned her inner thighs with my tongue. She whimpered into the bed, but kept still. I bent in, her pussy hot against my mouth, and kissed her wet entrance. A shudder moved through her and she moaned. My cock gave an impatient throb, but I ignored it. This wasn’t about satisfaction, this was about giving her an experience.

I ate her gently from behind, my mouth barely grazing her wet flesh with each stroke. She tasted so fucking good on my tongue. Her hips shook as I spread her further so I could reach her clit. That little bud pulsed as I sucked it gently, keeping the pressure steady.

I hadn’t expected it, but she came, whimpering into the bed. I kept sucking until her pleasure had ebbed and then I pulled back.

“I’ll forgive you for that one, baby, but if you come again without permission I’ll turn you over my knee,” I said. “Do you understand?”

She turned her head, swallowing, and nodded.

“What do you say?”

“I…what do you mean?”

I knelt on the bed and unfastened her restraints, flipping her onto her back and clipping the ties back to the cuffs. Her legs were open, cuffed at the ankles, and bent at the knees so her pussy was spread. Her arms were tied behind her back and secured to the foot of the bed, keeping her bound in place.

“Apologize to me for being a disobedient little slut,” I murmured, kneeling between her thighs.

“I’m sorry,” she panted.

I spanked her swollen pussy once and her hips jerked. “Hmm, not good enough,” I said.

“I’m sorry, I really am.”

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