Page 51 of Kept

“Hey—” she starts, before I smack her glorious ass with my free hand. Whatever she had to say is replaced with a soft yelp.

I’m not sure I’ve ever walked this fast in my life, save possible exceptions for when people were actively shooting at me. Even then, it’s a tossup. The need to get Sarah naked and in my bed is overwhelming.

We crash through the French doors of my bedroom, and I drop her onto the mattress, my body following her down, my lips pressed to hers. I find the tie to her dress and work it loose with one hand, pulling back from the kiss just long enough to open the fabric and take in the gorgeous sight of her soft, porcelain skin. Her cheeks and chest are flushed, the pink color contrasted by the black mesh bra she’s wearing, which does nothing to disguise the stiff peaks of her nipples. She’s breathing hard, and her hair is mussed from my hands. She’s fallen with one leg trapped between mine, the spread showing off her sweet pussy that’s barely covered by a strip of fabric from her thong.

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking gorgeous.” I tell her, before flipping her onto her belly and ripping what is left of the dress off of her body, dropping it into a pile on the floor.

“What—” She turns to look over her shoulder at me and I watch her pupils dilate when she sees me pulling the tie from the collar of my shirt. “What are you doing?” I feel a small tremble run through her body.

I smile, bringing the tie in front of her face and pulling it across her eyes, blindfolding her. I knot it behind her head. “Anything I want, kitten.” I plant a kiss on the nape of her neck, before biting down on the same place. She reaches towards the blindfold and I catch her hands.

“Bad girl,” I admonish, clicking my tongue.

She whimpers again.

“I should make sure you’re not tempted to try that again, kitten.” I pull her arms above her head and reach for the cuffs secured to the top of the bed, the ratcheting noise of the metal locking making her gasp.

She thrashes her arms against the cuffs, before realizing that they won’t come loose. “What the fuck? No! Let me go.”

I chuckle and run my hands softly down her back, caressing her toned waist and the swell of her hips.

“No.”

She kicks her feet and tries to buck me off of her. “Vincent! Please! I don’t like this.”

I kiss behind her ear and shush her. “It’s okay, kitten. But I don’t think you know what you like.” I start trailing gentle kisses down her spine. “I don’t think you know what you need.” I work further down her body, nudging her legs apart and settling between her knees. “I don’t think you realize that your pussy is soaking wet.” I plant a kiss right over her black thong, before slowly starting to pull the material against her folds.

She moans. With a quick grasp of the flimsy fabric, I rip them off her body and toss them aside. I slowly start to run my fingers against the soft skin of her pussy, stopping to swirl around her clit until I feel her trying to grind her hips down into my hand. I sink two fingers deep into her tight, slippery pussy.

“Do you hear that?” I thrust my fingers deeper, the wet squelching noises filling the room. “Soaking wet.”

I alternate between fingering her and rubbing circles against her sensitive clit until she’s moaning. “Do you want to come, kitten?”

She whimpers and nods her head.

I pull my hand away from her body, and I feel her deflate, the crest of her orgasm ripped away from her. Before she can form the words to complain, I spank my hand across the soft skin of her ass.

“What the fuck?” she yells.

I spank the other cheek.

“Stop! Stop!” She tries to squirm away, but a hand against her lower back pins her to the bed. “Stop that.”

I smile. “No.”

I start to alternate spanks across her ass, my cock throbbing each time the hit makes her body shake and recoil, loving the rapidly growing pink across her bottom. She cries, her little pleas and kicking feet doing nothing to deter me. I work down her thighs and back up, a steady, consistent rhythm.

Before long, I see the tension release out of her body as she melts into the bed, unconsciously grinding her thighs together. I can see the shiny, wet arousal that’s worked its way down her thighs. I slip the blindfold off and throw it to mingle on the floor with her ruined panties.

“How wet is your pussy now, kitten?” I whisper into her ear.

She looks shocked, like she forgot where she was. Her pupils are dilated, her big blue-grey eyes unfocused. She moves her lips but doesn’t make any sounds. I slowly sink my fingers back into her silky, wet heat. She moans, a deep, throaty sound that speaks straight to my dick. I pull my fingers out of her cunt and bring them up to her lips.

“Open.”

She parts her lips, and I place my fingers, wet with her own juices, against her tongue. She starts to lick and suck them clean.

Holy mother of god.

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