Page 88 of Vicious Hearts

"Stay still. You act out, and I'll slap the hell out of you."

The stiff tip of his tongue spears my tightness, and I squeal. As he works me open, I feel his saliva between my legs, and my muscle tension eases.

"That's a good girl," he says. "You deserve a reward for being so well-behaved."

His fingers slip between my dripping pussy lips and slide deep inside me. I sigh with satisfaction as the full sensation gives some relief, but I need more. I reach between my legs.

Ben pulls his fingers out of me, and I gasp sharply.

"I said stay still."

He steps away from me, and I look over my shoulder to see what he's doing. He's holding two neckties and sets about tying my ankle to the bedposts.

"Shouldn't you be asking whether I'm okay with this?" I ask.

Ben shoots me a look. "If I don't ask, you can't refuse? Is that the rule? Because if so, I fuckingwon'task. Find your damn voice. If you don't want me to do something, say so."

I don't move. He secures my other ankle, stepping back to survey his handiwork.

"So I hear no objections, Rox." He taps my buttock with the back of his hand, making me jiggle. I moan as he grips my flesh, pushing his thumb into my asshole. "Does that mean you're gonna shut up and take it?"

I nod weakly, and he laughs.

"Good. This is what you get for sassing me."

He slaps my ass cheek with everything he has, and a flash of pain heats my skin. I surge against my bonds, but I can't go anywhere, especially not with Ben's thumb inside me. He pauses to spit on me, his thumb pushing his saliva into my ass.

"That hurt you, baby?" He grasps his cock and rubs the head against my wet pussy, and I instinctively push back against him. "I know. But I think you love it."

He's right. Fuck knows why, but the sting accentuates the pleasure in my asshole and clit as he moves, teasing the tender nerves. I bump my hips back, and he pulls away, resisting the urge to plunge into me.

"You are not in charge this time," he growls. "My slutty princess wants to learn the hard way."

Princess. I like that. He can call me that whenever he—

Ben rains down blows onto my ass, one after the other, with no respite. I scream as the air splits with crack after crack as he hits me with his palm, then the back of his hand. The flesh of my buttocks is burning, but his cock sliding over my clit is bliss. My body cannot differentiate between the two sensations, so it melds them together into a full-body feeling of rapture.

"You're covered in red handprints," Ben says. He rubs his hand over me, soothing the throbbing pain. "What a glorious sight." He slides his cock up and down between my folds. "I wanna rail your pussy until you see God, but I can't let your slutty asshole go unfucked for much longer. Turn around and open your mouth."

I'm confused for a moment before I realize what he's gonna do. I shuffle until I'm facing him, my ass still sticking up in the air.

Ben stands before me, his cock level with my mouth. He takes my damp braids in his hands, wrapping them around his fingers.

"You've no idea how much I wanted to do this to you that night in Hawaii," he says. His eyes bore into mine as I look up at him. "You were driving me fucking insane."

"You should have done it." I open my mouth, and he sighs as the swollen tip of him rests on my tongue.

"I know." He shifts his hips, sliding his cock deep into my mouth. "All that time wasted. You'd better believe I'm gonna make up for it."

Ben's cock is thick, and it fills my mouth completely. He grips my braids, holding my head steady as he pushes deeper, knocking against the back of my throat. I gag hard, and he lets go of my braids, his hands flying to the back of my head.

"Take it, you nasty girl. All the way to the back, that's it. Well done."

He withdraws, his cock covered by a thick coating of saliva. He grips his cock at the base and slides along the shaft, collecting the spit, and places the flat of his palm over my face. I gasp in shock as he rubs my saliva into my skin.

"I shouldn't waste that good stuff," he says, "but I can't help it. You look so hot when you’re all messed up." He grasps my braids again. "Let's do that a few more times."

I breathe through my nose as his cock crowds my throat, pulsating against my tonsils. After a few thrusts, he pulls free of me and gathers the saliva in his hand once more. As he shoves into my mouth again, he reaches along my spine and rubs the spit into my sensitive asshole.

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