Page 21 of Sinister Games

Elizabeth cried out.

Pulling my hand free, I reached inside my jacket pocket and pulled out her panties. Releasing her wrists, I placed them in her palm.

Elizabeth stared at me with desire clouding her eyes.

“Put these in your mouth.”

“I…”

“You heard me. I want you to shove your own panties into your mouth.”

With large, trusting eyes, she carefully raised her hand to her mouth and started to push the black lace fabric between her lips.

It wasn’t that I wouldn’t have enjoyed forcing her mouth open and pushing them deep inside her throat till she choked and pleaded with me with her eyes but this was how the game was played. She needed to be an active player in her own humiliation. Her own inevitable debauchery. Otherwise, it wasn’t really a game. It was just me using brute force. No, it was much more satisfying and challenging when I made them choose to be debased.

Her mouth now gaped obscenely, stuffed with her own arousal-slick panties.

Returning my hand to her pussy, I shoved one thick finger in deep.

Elizabeth’s muffled cry burst free as she lurched up onto her toes to try to avoid the pleasure and pain of my sudden intrusion.

It was about to get far worse for her.

I put a second finger at her entrance and thrust in deep.

Her head began to swing from side to side.

My mouth slid along the column of her neck, tasting her rapid pulse. I moved to lick the small hollow where her neck met her collarbone just as I forced a third finger inside her tight little body. My tongue lapped and sucked each delicious vibration from her scream.

With tears in her eyes, she started to plead with me, forgetting that the panties in her mouth distorted everything she tried to say. When she reached to remove them, I grabbed her wrist and once more pulled her arms up over her head.

“If you move your arms again, I’m going to bend you over that bench there and thrash you with my belt, do you understand?”

Tears fell from her eyes as she nodded.

“Good girl.”

I pulled my three fingers free then ruthlessly thrust them inside her again. Her eyes rolled as her head swung to the side.

“Use the pain, baby. Come for me.” My thumb circled her clit. With our bodies pressed close, I could feel her body tense with each thrust. Hear the rapid breathing through her nose and taste her moans with every tremor.

Trusting her to obey me, I released her wrists with a warning glare before circling her small neck with my much larger hand. I began to jackknife my fingers in and out of her body as I slowly applied pressure to her throat. Not enough to cut off her already limited air supply but just enough to intensify her orgasm when it hit.

As much as I loved how this sweater dress hugged her curves, I wished she had a shirt on that I could rip off her so I could finally taste those beautiful pink nipples. I hadn’t seen them but I just knew they would match the color of her tiny pink mouth and taste just as sweet.

Her thighs began to shake. I knew she was close.

The cream from her arousal dripped down my fingers, easing my way inside her tight body.

Spitting the panties out of her mouth, she cried, “Yes! Oh, God! Yes!”

Her back bowed away from the wall, pushing her pussy harder onto my hand as she came. It was magnificent to watch. The heightened color on her cheeks. Her kiss-bruised lips now a darker pink. The faint sheen of sweat across her brow.

Her body slumped against mine. I held her close as I waited for her breathing to once more become slow and even.

“That was… oh, my God… that was—”

“Not over yet.” Giving her a playful bite on the neck, I swung her body around and forced her to bend over a large stone pillar, empty of its now forgotten statue.

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