I blush even though he’s not here and do as he asks, and I make sure he hears as I suck and moan. I ache to touch my skin and despite knowing he won’t be able to see, I still resist the urge and don’t dare disobey him.
“Now use them to circle around your nipples until they harden into tight little peaks but don’t touch them until I tell you.”
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” he praises and my cheeks flush. “Your cunt is soaking your panties, isn’t it? So wet and slippery with your juices while your clit throbs, aching to be flicked, bitten, and pinched. Tell me, does your nipples hurt? Do you wish my mouth was there to suck them hard and bite with my teeth until my marks cover every inch of your tits?”
“Oh God! Yes.” I moan like a wanton slut, his words igniting a fire inside me. My legs twist and cross to ease the ache his filthy talk alone is building deep in my pussy. “I want your marks on me.”
“They’ll be aching and sore, but I still won’t stop playing with them, and slapping them. And just when you’re begging me to stop, I’ll pull out my cock and slide it between your big tits. Grind and fuck them until they’re painted in my cum. You would like that, wouldn’t you, baby?”
“Y-Yes,” I say, my lower lip trapped between my teeth as I try to keep my voice down, fearing I’ll wake up the others.
“Then say it,” he orders. “Tell me you want your cousin’s cum covering every inch of your skin. Say those words and I’ll let you touch and pinch your nipples until pleasure thrums through your veins.”
I gasp and feel my face heat at his rough command, at what he wants me to say. I hate how much his words make me feel both wrong and turned on at the same time.
My throat constricts as I form the words, knowing he loves it when I talk dirty. It makes him hard when he ruins my innocence and corrupts me. Besides, I badly need to touch my breasts while both my hands circle my areolas.
“I want my… cousin’s cum covering my skin and then I want to taste you on my tongue.” The last part slips without my control, rising from within the deepest, darkest parts of me.
“Not until I’m satisfied with your punishment,” he reminds me savagely. “Pinch your nipples now and do it hard.”
As soon as I do it, pleasurable pain courses through my body and my back arches off the bed on a silent scream.
“It’s still not enough, is it?” he taunts.
“No.”It never is.
“Take off your panties.” My fingers tremble as I hook them into the waistband and pull them down my legs. I’m so sticky and so wet that I have to pull slightly harder to get them off. My clit pulses when my knuckles rub over it, a low moan slipping past my lips that lets Riaan know I followed his order. “Now bring it to your mouth and taste yourself for me, sweetheart. Lick it with your tongue and taste how much it turns you on when you submit to me.”
Has his mouth become filthier or have I been deprived of it for too long?
I have tasted myself before at his wish but tasting and licking my own panties feels so dirty, wrong, and illicit. Yet I can’t stop myself from bringing it to my lips and doing just that and it brings another rush of wetness. I don’t even have to look. I can feel it dripping down my thighs.
His demand has me so mindless with need and desire that all it will take is one thrust and I would orgasm while calling out his name.
“I can hear you sucking and moaning like the dirty little girl you are, Nyra.” I hear him groan. “Never thought I’d be jealous of you. This is what you’ve taken away from me. Left me starving for your taste, your mouth, and your wet pussy. My dick has never been so hard and angry, just waiting to pound into you until you don’t know where you begin and I end.”
“Do you touch yourself?” I ask shyly, with my taste on my tongue and wishing it was his instead. I forgot I disobeyed him until he reprimands me.
“You’re such a fucking brat, Nyra. But I’ll let it slide only this time.” At least he shows mercy. “You wanna know if I masturbate at the thought of you?”
“Yes. Please.”
“I do, every night while imagining all the ways I’m going to fuck you. Own your cunt and fill it with my cum in so many positions that will leave you breathless and begging for more,” he growls in a dark voice that has me squeezing my breasts, my wet panties long forgotten. “But I don’t let myself finish, Nyra. Because the only hole I’m going to come inside is yours and the longer you make me wait, the more brutal I’m going to fuck you. You’re going to hurt and cry for me yet still ask for more.”
My pussy clenches and feels empty as I imagine Riaan pushing his cock inside me, filling me like he promised. I both hate and love the fact that he doesn’t cum and has chosen to wait for me. Our bodies are the only ones that can bring the satisfaction for each other, taming our desires and insatiable hunger.
“I’ll let you do everything you want, Riaan. Let you hurt me, choke me and tease me. I’ll take everything you have to give.”
“Yes. You’ll take it like my good little girl. Only then, I will let you come as many times as I want,” he wickedly promises. “Just not tonight.”
“Even after I’ve learned your lesson?”
“You’ve been a bad girl for too long, Nyra,” he scolds. “And bad girls get punished. Since I’m not there to spank you myself, you’re going to do it for me and not with your hands. Tell me… do you still have your teacher’s stationery that you loved to play with, hmm?”
I sharply inhale at the slight thrill and arousal I hear in his low, seductive voice. I didn’t think he would remember something from so long ago. But why is he asking for it now?