“I want you to feel good, Sophie. I’m going to teach you how to feel so good.” It was tempting to bring my fingers down to her pussy, feel her wet heat, make her cum in a heartbeat. I could picture it on her face, the flush. I’d make her open her eyes when she did it so I could look into them, watch her cum for me. But not yet.
I brought my fingers to one of her nipples and gave it a slight tweak. Nothing hard. She gasped, so sensitive. Then I dipped my mouth down and licked, sucked, kissed as she moaned. My teeth came next, sinking into the tip, my tongue laving her nipple as she tossed her head back and moaned deeply. I did the same to the other side, biting harder, working her up into a fevered pitch.
“You want more.” I read her answer all along her body, quivering and glistening with sweat.
“Yes, more, please Liam.”
No shyness anymore. I liked this Sophie, her lust overcoming her reticence. I’d give her a reward. I decided to use my fingers so I could watch her reaction. The sounds she made were golden, but I loved watching her face, too, as I brought my fingers to her aching, stiff tips and pinched them hard. She screamed out, straining against the bindings, arching her back toward me even as it hurt so she could feel more, be taken even deeper into the sensation.
“You like that,” I instructed her, twisting them more, harsh now, demanding her punishment.
“Yes, yes, Liam,” she moaned, panting with exertion and need.
I took her abused nipple into my mouth, swirling it with my tongue, bathing it in liquid heat. It made her moan again, deeper, as I soothed the pain, making it better for her.
Then, with a quick movement, I reached up and untied her from the shower rod. I led her over to the sink and placed her hands, still bound, on the faucet.
“Stand here,” I commanded. Right in front of the mirror, she could see her breasts in the reflection, see me standing fully clothed behind her.
I reached around and grasped her breast in my hand, massaging it in the mirror. She watched me, fascinated, aroused, her fingers gripping the faucet.
“You see how you respond to me?” I asked, pulling lightly on her nipple. She blushed, self-consciousness taking over. That wouldn’t do. Tugging her hair, I forced her head up so she’d see in the reflection.
“Watch,” I ordered, her hair still tight in my grip. She gasped, eyes wide and watering slightly, mouth open. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she panted and I let her hair go. She kept her head where I’d showed her I wanted it.
I moved my mouth close to her ear, taking in a slow, deep breath. “Now watch how much you like this.” I moved my hand to her pussy, so slick and warm and inviting I wanted desperately to stay right there for the next week, month, year. But I held back, sliding my thick fingers along her slit just enough to coat them. Then I took them away.
She bit her lip, still watching the reflection as I’d told her.
“Keep your eyes on the mirror,” I reminded her. “Watch how much you like it when I do this.”
I brought a slick finger to her asshole. Her eyes widened as I did it, her breathing picking up even faster. Her whole body tensed, fighting what she now understood I planned on doing.
“I’m in control here, Sophie,” I reminded her. “You’re going to watch yourself in the mirror and see how much you like this.”
She whimpered, confused, scared and trembling with arousal. I circled her pink asshole, so tight, so forbidden. Making it slick with her arousal, I slowly pressed, just my index finger. Next time it would be my thumb, but I’d start with index, and just the tip. Slowly in, slowly out. Fascinated by the sight, all my attention fixated on that one point, in her asshole, out again, sliding, slipping, centimeter by centimeter, little by little feeling her body let me in.
When I looked up again into the mirror, she was doing as I’d told her, watching me standing behind her and her own flushed face, eyes bright with arousal.
“That’s good,” I praised her and her lips parted in a low moan. “You feel how good that is, taking my finger up your ass.”
“Yes,” she panted.
I shoved my finger up farther, rougher with her now that she’d accepted my whole finger into her asshole. “You’re tight,” I growled, making her open for me. “But your body wants me in.” She moaned her agreement.
I brought my other finger around to her breasts, massaging, rubbing, tweaking. “I knew you’d like it,” I groaned as I fucked her with my finger, in and out of her ass faster now. She grunted under the assault, mouth open, taking and wanting all of it. “Tell me what you like,” I ordered.
“I like it,” she admitted. But that wasn’t enough. I demanded more.
“Tell me.” I fucked her faster, my finger slick ramming into her asshole. “What do you like?”
“I like your finger up my ass,” she admitted, choking out the words.
“Good, I like hearing you admit it.” Primal male satisfaction coursed through me, feeling her submission to my dominance. “Tell me again.”
She panted and whined, but didn’t comply. I stopped, finger still, waiting until she followed my orders.
“I like you fucking me with your finger up my ass,” she moaned.
“Yes, that’s a good girl. Admit it all to me and you’ll get what you want.”
“I love it,” she sobbed, panting and pressing her ass back into my hand, consumed with need. “I love you fucking my ass.”
“Someday I will,” I promised her, thrusting my finger deep up inside of her. “Someday I’ll fuck you so hard, Sophie, you’ll come apart you’ll love it so much.”
“Yes,” she sobbed.
“Do you need to cum now, baby?” I asked, slowing down my finger, feeling her quiver and shake. I didn’t think she could take much more.
“Yes, please, Liam. Please, I need to cum.”
“Good girl. See, I didn’t even have to ask you twice.”
“Please.”
“Good girls get what they want.” I brought my finger around to her dripping wet pussy. She’d been pressing it against the cold porcelain rim of the sink, grinding against it for friction, but it hadn’t been enough for release. Plus, she probably already realized she needed me to tell her to cum. Only when I gave her permission would it be so good.
I found her warm, slick clit and worked it while I finger-fucked her ass. “Watch yourself in the mirror,” I reminded her. She found the strength to push herself up. Flushed, hair flying wildly around to frame her face, lips parted, she looked into her own reflection.