Page 42 of Lust

Before I can say anything, he thrusts into my mouth again. This time, his cock slams against the back of my throat, gagging me. I feel blood rush to my pussy. Fuck, I never knew how much this kind of thing could turn me on.

He grabs a fistful of my hair and starts thrusting into my mouth rhythmically, creating a slapping, smacking sound against my lips.

“You’re taking my cock like a champ.” He traces his finger along my upper lip. “Now let’s see what other holes this hot body has to offer me.”

Suddenly, he’s gone, and the heat of the fire blasts my face again.

Then he grabs my hair.

“This way.” He guides me by the hair, and I shuffle along on my knees in the direction he’s taking me. My chest presses into cushiony fabric. A sofa, probably. The ropes around my hands loosen, and I’m eager to massage the circulation back into my wrists, but Aaron seizes them and pulls my arms up over my head. Once my hands are in front of me, I feel something round and wooden. The arm of a sofa, maybe, or a chair? Cold metal hits my wrists and then there’s a loud “clink” and my arms are cuffed to the wooden arm of the furniture.

“I don’t trust you not to fight back.” Aaron’s voice is low in my ear, his breath making the hairs on my neck stand to attention.

“I won’t, I promise!” I’m not sure I want my hands free, though. Something about the restraints feels safe. Secure.

Aaron muffles my words with a kiss.

“Shhhhh,” he whispers. “Or the gag goes back in.”

Then I feel him move behind me.

“Kneel,” he commands. “Ass up.”

For a second, I think he’s going to fuck me in the ass, and the thought of his monster cock going into that tight and tender place both thrills and terrifies me. Instead, he tugs off my underwear and slides his fingers between the folds of my pussy.

“So fucking wet for me.” He groans, and I hear a wet smacking sound, like he’s licking his fingers. “And so delicious,” he adds. He does it again: touches me and then licks his fingers, making little noises like a person might do at a very delicious restaurant. After he’s tasted me two more times, he teases me with the head of his cock, pressing it repeatedly against my clit.

“This is all about me, little slut.” He rubs against me again, then pushes into my entrance. “Your body is my toy today.”

His cock fills me, and I moan.

“Naughty naughty.” His hand covers my mouth. “You’re not allowed to enjoy it. You’re just my whore right now.”

His thrusting intensifies, and I bite down on his hand. He growls and slaps my ass, then pulls out of me. A few seconds later, I feel the sting of his whip on my thighs, once, twice, three times.

“You have to learn to behave.”

I feel his body behind me again, and I tremble as his cock enters me once more. His breath is soft as he pants against my ear.

“Such a sweet, sweet slut.” He reaches around and fingers my clit. “Maybe I want to reward you after all.”

A gasp escapes me. I can’t help myself.

“Quiet,” he reprimands. His slap stings my cheek. Then his fingers return to my clit. “I don’t want to have to punish you with my cock,” he says, strumming me.

I try to hold my breath, but it bursts out of me in another gasp. He stops touching me, just as I’m on the edge.

“You’ll never learn if I don’t punish you.” He grabs my hair, yanking my head back. My shoulders strain as my arms, still cuffed to the furniture, stretch in front of me.

Aaron hammers into me, thrusting hard and fast.

“I knew you were a greedy slut the moment I first saw you. I knew your pussy was hungry for this cock. You want to come all over it, don’t you?”

I don’t answer. He pulls my hair harder.

“Answer me,” he demands.

“Yes,” I gasp.

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