Page 54 of Every Little Thing

“Paisley—I want—you too—please—” My voice came out so small, so pitiful, tugging at her shirt. She laughed lightly, sitting up and pulling her shirt off, the small, round shape of her breasts spilling out. She was so… so unbelievably gorgeous like this, lit by the moonlight and the soft lamp above the bed, smooth perfect skin on display.

I wanted to give myself to her, submit to her. Do anything she wanted to. Just for tonight.

“Well, don’t just sit there gawking,” she teased, moving my hands up to her breasts. I cupped the shape of her breasts, brushing my fingertips over her nipples, and she closed her eyes with a low, gravelly sigh. “Oh… god. Just like that. Keep going. God, I’ve needed you.”

“Me too,” I whispered without even hearing the thought in my head first—it just slipped out of its own accord. My body thrilled at the realization that it was Paisley controlling me now, not myself. She bit her lip, smiling down at me.

“That’s what I like to hear,” she murmured, pulling my hands away and tugging my shirt up over my head. She flung it onto the floor, and she moved down to my pants next, taking them and my underwear in one motion and stripping them down off me. I burned with self-consciousness and need in equal measures, but I didn’t want anything other than this.

The hungry, approving look Paisley gave me, running her gaze over my naked body—I wanted it to last forever.

“You’re so pretty, Harper,” she whispered, moving up my body again, trailing her fingertips over me as she went. “I was going to fuck you first, but seeing you like this… I think I need to get myself off first. Of course, you’re going to let me use you for it, right?”

My whole mind went blank, numb, buzzing with a dull pleasure. I felt myself nod, my breath short, and Paisley ran her finger along my lips.

“That’s what I like to see. Mm… I really need to come on your mouth. You’ll let me ride your pretty little lips, right?”

I nodded without even realizing it, my body reacting by itself. “Yes. Of course.”

“Now, now. It’syes, ma’amright now.”

“Y… yes, ma’am.”

“Good girl.” She got up, off of me, and picked my shirt up off the floor, giving me a hungry look before she took hold of my wrists—she moved ever so lightly, taking them delicately, before she wrenched them up above my head. Numbing pleasure arced through my body, and I gasped, my eyes fluttering shut as she tied my wrists together with the sleeve of my shirt, the fabric soft against my skin but holding tight. The loss of control, feeling myself helpless as Paisley slipped her pants and her underwear down together—my mind melted away into the blank bliss of surrender. Paisley slipped two fingers down between her legs, sighing as she stroked herself, coming up with her fingers wet before she slipped them between my lips. The taste of her, hot and husky on my tongue, heated up the intoxicating sensation swirling through my body. I met her gaze while I swirled my tongue around her fingers—the lust lighting up in her eyes made my whole body flush with pleasure.

“That’s what I like to see,” she murmured, slipping her fingers back out of my mouth, hoisting herself up on the bed over me. Straddling me like this, I could see her clit throbbing, pink and swollen, and it made my body tingle. “You want me to ride your pretty little mouth, don’t you, Harper?”

“Yes, ma’am.” The words slipped out without me even having to think about it.

“Good girl.” Every time she said it, it was another pulse of pleasure through my body, down to my core, down to…

She shifted herself up, and gripping me by the hair, biting her lip as she looked down at me underneath her, she lowered herself onto my face, grinding her hips against me. Her heat, her taste, overwhelmed my senses until she was the only thing that existed—the low moans she made, gripping me, rocking her hips against me. I needed her to never stop, needed her all over me…

She was certainly in no hurry either, working up faster and faster against me before backing off, on and on, sending me deeper and deeper into this mindless state of pleasure, of ecstasy. I strained against the bindings, aching to touch her, myself, anything, but they held fast, and all that existed was to pleasure her, serve her—

“Just like that,” Paisley breathed, her voice hungry, shaking, as her grip tightened. “You’re going to be a good girl and let me come on your face now.”

I felt it jolt through my body, down to my core, and I nodded desperately up at her, moving my mouth, my tongue with her faster as she ground her hips against me. With a cry of ecstasy, she threw her head back, rocking back with one hand on the bed and one buried in my hair, pressing her hips against me, until the tension melted out of her and she relaxed, laughing lightly, breathlessly, a little wild as she came down lying on top of me, hovering above my face.

“You do so well,” she whispered, looking so perfect with her hair messy, her face flushed, light twinkling in her eyes. “Every time we do this, I can’t believe how good it feels to come on you.”

I bit my lip, hard. “Paisley…”

“Mm. You need your reward now, don’t you? Getting your pussy filled like a little fuck toy?”

Numbly, I nodded. “I… yes, ma’am.”

“You didverywell. I think you’ve earned your reward now.” She pressed her lips to mine, pinning me down to the bed, and I arched my hips against her as she trailed a hand down my front, slipping down between my thighs.

Christ. She was fucking incredible. She hovered over my face looking me in the eye while she swirled her fingers over my clit, and I gasped, pleaded for her to fuck me, my voice wildly beyond control. She slipped two fingers inside me effortlessly with how wet I was, slid slowly deeper until I’d taken her fingers fully, and she arched them lightly against my most sensitive spot, sending pleasure jolting out through me like a live wire, sparking and jerking, before she pulled out and thrust back in again, hard enough it felt like she’d push me backwards.

She didn’t waste any time, taking me relentlessly, hungrily, giving me no time to pause or catch my breath—pleasure flooded me and I felt the edges of my vision blur as she thrust in and out, driving me higher, telling me how to take it like a good girl, like a good little toy—

I lost it when she added her mouth, sucking on my clit while she thrust in and out of me. I heard myself cry out for half a second before Paisley clamped a hand over my mouth, and it only intensified the pleasure, sending me over the edge so hard that my vision melted away to white, my hearing gone and replaced with buzzing, my whole body falling apart into the all-consuming ecstasy of orgasm.

When she finished, coming up off of me and… out of me, she slid off the bed, untied my wrists, and collapsed back onto me, looking at me with that impossibly sweet, fond look in her eyes. I couldn’t move or say anything—nothing in my body worked right now, and I didn’t really want it to start working. I liked this. A lot.

“You’re so pretty,” she whispered, brushing a thumb over my cheek. I let out a long, shaky breath.

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