Page 3 of Controlling Her

Instead of the stiffness of Kyle’s cock inside my vagina, I felt the softness and wetness of his tongue on the lips of my cunt.

“Argh! That's so sweet,” I remarked after a loud moan.

I raised my head to look at Kyle as he dipped his tongue inside my pussy. Tongue-fucking me is something I enjoyed from my husband. He seemed to be using the tip of his tongue to search for something inside my vagina. It drove me crazy, and I grunted.

My pussy dripped more than before, and Kyle licked everything. Then, I felt his fingers parting my folds, and his tongue was on my clitoral hood. It sent me wild with my legs on his back and my buttocks intermittently up from the bed and back.

“You want a good fuck, don't you?” Kyle asked.

“Please put in the goddamn dick now; do it now,” I begged him.

"You don't order me to fuck you. You have to beg for it, and it is my choice to fuck or not,” he responded.

Kyle smiled at my emotional misery and returned to licking my vulva. Although I was slippery wet, I felt warm inside, and it seemed my spine was ejecting fluid to my inguinal region and Kyle was down there to mop it up with his tongue.

“You smell nice. Very nice,” he said and continued to suck me.

By now, I wished he had inserted his penis and hit my pussy hard until I came, and he, too, ejaculated inside me. But Kyle wasn't even let me have a hold on his penis.

“Fuck me hard now,” I begged him, “Fuck me dead,” slamming my hands on the bed in a show of desperation for a fuck.

“I'm going to do this my way,” he responded.

“Yes, my Lord. Please fuck me. Don't pity my pussy. Stretch it as much as you can,” I pleaded.

Kyle's reluctance to insert his penis in my vagina after turning me on made me feel he was trying to punish me again. I thought why he would do that to me and quickly let the idea leave my mind. Kyle would tie me to the bed or the horse when I became uncontrollably horny and then rip me apart with his dick. I wouldn't mind such a pleasure ride and wished it would come sooner.

“I'm coming, Kyle,” I said.

"Come on my face," he responded, smacked my thigh, and tightened his lips on my entrance. My come returned, and I felt like he was pulling my brain out of my skull. If pleasure could kill, I would have been dead due to the extreme pleasure that he gave me.

But no pleasure was like Kyle hitting the core of my pussy and squeezing my nipples while he was doing it. Now, he was no longer touching my breasts, and I could only feel my nipples occasionally. Kyle had infused me with live, romantic electricity, and I could not stay still on the bed.

I didn't want to beg him again. It wasn't because I was satisfied, but it seemed that the more I prayed for his cock, the longer it had taken him to do so. I held on, hoping that I would have him inside me soon. But rather than his dick, Kyle began to finger-fuck me.

His thumb was on my thick vulva, pressing against my clitoris, while his forefinger and middle finger were inside me, thrusting fast and rubbing against my horn. It wasn't as pleasurable as his penis, but that, too, had its unique sensation of sending pleasure around my body.

Kyle’s fingers were covered with my juice. As he thrust his fingers inside me, I responded by moving my hips to direct the fingers to the spots I wanted them to reach inside me or to make him faster or slower as I liked it. He removed his fingers and licked them again.

“This is sweeter than honey,” he purred.

I waited for Kyle's cock in my pussy in vain. It hurt me deeply, and I felt used. But I also thought it was the essence of it after all. Kyle wanted to continue his punishment and chose to batter my emotions. I didn't feel like going to work again, and perhaps another tile out with Henry. The thought of pleasuring myself with my dildo named Henry scared me stiff following the previous night's romp by his friends.

Kyle noticed my reaction and warned me, "You must not take things into your hands when I am at work. Do you understand?"

"I understand you,” I responded timidly and with disappointment. But before he spoke again, I managed to ask, "Why did you stop? I need your dick in here,” pointing at my pink hole.

“I am going to work, and you should go too,” Kyle responded.

“I will call in sick,” I said.

“What's wrong with you?”

“Nothing. I am already late for work. There is no point going again today.”

“There is a point in you going to work for me. I don't want you at home and be tempted to get your man to do what will make me angry.”

"Then, let’s stay back to have this day to ourselves. I am dying to have you,” I pleaded and stood to try to touch his dick.

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