Page 76 of Cillian

“You're doing good, baby. Do you need a break? Do you want mercy?” His voice so light and soft, you would think I was talking to a different person.

“If you don't need mercy, I'm going to use you again. So, it's okay if you need mercy. I won't think less of you.” Eyes that were once so intense, were now so calming and worthy of my trust.

“I can keep going.”

He tilted my chin toward him and replied, “Good.” Proceeding to stand and grab something off a dresser and return back to the bed with it.

“Your tight little cunt looks so good with my cum dripping out of you.” As he propped up the pillow behind me and lifted my head so I could see that he was holding a mirror up to my sex.

“I just thought about it and you ain't never seen what your cunt looks like dripping wet and covered in me.” He locked eyes on me, urging me to watch his tattooed fingers disappear inside me, a thick and white substance coating his fingers.

“You like when I finger fuck your tight little cunt, hmm…?” Bringing me close—so close, I thought he was going to let me have my release this time, before he snatched his fingers away.

Doing away with the mirror, he reached in for one of my wrist restraints, bringing my hands together. “I’m going to move you, but only one limb at a time. That way you can’t run away from me.” He proceeded to strap my hands together, and once he’d secured that, he unstrapped my ankles, bond them with rope, until he could roll me onto my stomach and strap me to the bed again.

“Such a sweet little arse,” he whispered, before smacking my bottom, forcing me to stretch against the restraints. Mixing the wetness from my swollen folds to his hands, he then used it to massage my backside, as he reached in to kiss and bite one of my cheeks.

“What I wouldn’t give to pierce this pucker again,” he teased, as the warmth of breath alone would’ve made me tingle, so when he buried his face between my thighs to flick my clit from behind, I so desperately had wanted him to stay there.

“I would if I had had enough of this pussy,” he said before mounting me, stretching my center with his throbbing heat. Having been so used to him centered on my pleasure, it was a foreign language to me to hear him grunt, growl and thrust as he solely focused on his.

“Urgh, fuck. If you didn't take it so fucking good, I'd let you come with me. But I don't think my little whore has earned the right to come, have you?”

“No,” I whimpered.

“But my little whore wants to?”

“Yes! So bad!” I whined.

“That’s too bad. Because I'm having too much fun keeping this pussy wet and juicy for me. Makes it easier to take it whenever I want.” His hands, invasive hands at that, were all over me. Squeezing my sides, caressing the skin of my outstretched arms. All while his hammering hips never wavered.

“Mmm…oh fuck, this tight little pussy’s making me so fucking close.” As he began to pull my hair in response to his thrusting.

“Tell me you want me to breed you like a little whore.”

“Please breed me like I'm your little whore!”

“Fuck!” He pistoned his hips to give me an inch or two of relief. It wasn’t until he sunk deeper into me, that my walls clenched around his dick, my hips bucking uncontrollably underneath him.

“Did you just fucking come on me?”

“No,” I lied.

Cillian withdrew, instantly rubbing his hand against my folds, forcing me to wriggle and worm in protest, as I was way too sensitive after peaking.

“Just like a whore to lie to me. I fucking felt that tight little cunt clench up on me. And I didn't give it permission to. Not one bit.”

He reached over to untie my hands, confusion coursing through me, as he released both my ankles and forcibly yanked me onto his lap. My stomach was against his thigh, as he made sure my behind was in full view to him, wearing a self-satisfied grin that couldn’t mean anything good.

“Hey, little girl. Did I tell you, you could come?”

“No.”

“You think I used you in all the ways I want, that that earned you the right to come?”

“No.”

“Good. At least you know your place. Tell me where is that again?”

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