“Yes, sir,” she says.
“Are you hoping I’m going to fuck your mouth? Do you want to take a load of cum down your throat?”
“Yes…please.”
“Not yet, pet,” I say with a shake of my head. “I want a taste of that soaking wet pussy of yours. Eyes down.”
She drops her gaze, and I walk alongside of her, stroking her back as I go. I rest my hand on her ass and tell her to spread her legs more.
It’s a difficult position on the bench. There isn’t much room for her to spread her legs wide, and it leaves her in an awkward pose. It will take all her strength to hold position while I fuck her with my tongue.
I drop to my knees behind her, holding her thighs with my hands as I take a good look at the pink flower between her legs before I taste it.
Yvette moans as I run my tongue from her clit back to her opening. I feel her thighs tighten under my fingers, and I give them a little squeeze as I continue to lick at her. I circle the little nub, slide my tongue over the folds, and dive into her.
“Ohhh…sir…please!”
“Hold on, pet. Don’t you come yet.”
Her legs are starting to shake from the effort of holding herself open for me. I give her one more long lick before I back off and gently push her legs a little closer together to relieve the pressure. She’s panting, and I like the sound.
Reaching for the table, I take the small, oval-shaped vibrator and switch it on with the remote. She tenses in anticipation at the sound.
“Looking forward to this, aren’t you, slut?” I slide the vibrator up the inside of her thigh, not quite touching her pussy with it. She strains to get closer, and I grip her ass with my hand. “Not until I decide.”
She moans again, and the sound makes me smile. Sliding the little egg up the other thigh, I finally reach between her legs and hold it tight against her clit. She bucks against it, slowly grinding against my hand. I stop and remove the vibe.
“Did I say you could rub up against that as if you’re in heat?” I scold. “You wait until I tell you to do that.”
She stills, and I hold the vibrator to her clit again, slowly moving it up and down over her sensitive flesh. I watch her legs and ass as they clench, and I pull it away.
“Do you want to come, pet?”
“Please, sir…please!”
“Do you want to come on this toy or my cock?”
She gasps and her arms shake a little.
“Your…your cock, please, sir.”
I turn the vibrator off and toss both it and the remote on the table beside the bench. I stand between her legs, my cock in my hand. It’s twitching, as if it knows what’s right before it. I don’t pause to tease her any longer—I know how close to the edge she is.
I ease into her halfway, grasp her hips, and slam myself home as her body jumps beneath me. I reach out and find her clit with two fingers, pressing against it as I move inside of her. Every muscle of her body tightens, and she gasps.
“Let go, pet,” I say. “Come when you please.”
“Aahhh!” she calls out as she pushes back against me. I rub her faster, circling and pressing her center as I press into her deeply with every stroke.
As I feel her clench around me, she doesn’t hold back her cries. I thrust into her again and again, feeling the tightness in my muscles as the tingling in my cock increases. The slick feeling of her pussy over my shaft focuses the sensations, and with a final penetration, I unload inside of her.
I stroke her back with my hand, feeling the ridges of the scar tissue beneath my fingertips. I caress each one, silently telling her that I accept her as she is.
Cleansing Bonds: Chapter 4
The weekend has gone by way too quickly.
Yvette had woken up before I had and had made me an omelet and seasoned potatoes for breakfast. She knelt quietly on the floor as I ate and fed her from my plate. She took each piece as she looked up at me with adoration.