Page 129 of Like A Moth To A Flame

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over mine with every word he spoke. “Tell me, babygirl, what do you want me to do?”

“Wanna cum,” I whimpered. I rolled my hips, rocking against him, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t match his pace. “Wanna c-cum all over your dick. Please?”

He shook his head, and a sharp chuckle rumbled in his throat.

“No, baby. Little brats like you don’t get to cum. Not until I say you can.”

I gasped when he pulled out of me, rising onto his knees. My body screamed, the desire inside of me leaking out of me and smearing across my thighs.

Fuck, I was so close. So painfully close, and now it was throbbing and painful.

“Please?! Why not? I’ll be good! Do you want me to call you Daddy? I will! Daddy, please?!”

Slowly, he shook his head, and I watched him drop his hand into his lap, slowly stroking himself from the root to the tip. I watched a translucent bead of pre-cum drop from the slit and drool down the shaft, mixing his need with mine.

“Turn around,” he said, his dark eyes pinning me down. “On your hands and knees, and spread that pretty cunt for me.”

I hurried to do as he told me, flipping over onto my stomach and pulling my knees beneath me, my hands shaking. I reached between my legs, my hair sticking in the sweat that dripped frommy forehead as I placed my hands on either side of my aching sex and spread it apart.

It hurt, and maybe that was why he wanted it.

He liked to hurt me, and something about that called to me like a siren song.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, voice low, and barely containing a growl. I could hear his desire straining against its cage. “Maybe if you beg, I’ll give you what you ask for.”

When he laid his hand across my hip, pulling me back to him, I felt the way his body shook and his fingernails dug into me painfully. He lined himself up behind me, the slick, blunt head of his cock rubbing over my labia and pulling a squeal from my lips.

Fuck. He felt good, even like this. He rubbed over my clit twice, and I could feel my brain short-circuiting.

Fuck, I wasn’t gonna last much longer.

“W-wanna feel you cum. Want you to give me all of it. Fill me up. Please?”

“I won’t be gentle,” he warned, his fingers pulling at the curve of my hips until I whimpered in pain. “You won’t be allowed to cum, and I will hurt you. Am I being understood?”

“Y-yes.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes, daddy.”

He lined himself up with my entrance and slammed into me with so much force that I saw stars. He gave me no warning and showed no mercy as he pounded into me, the sound of his hips meeting mine screaming around the room and echoing with the cries that slipped from my lips. Again. And again. Over and overuntil I could feel the pain radiating through me, my toes curled and my fingers digging into my flesh.

His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me back until I bent at the waist, my back flush against his chest as he continued to fuck me.

He grabbed me, throwing himself backward until I was seated on his lap. One hand wrapped around my throat, and his arm wrapped around my waist to keep me there. A deep, guttural sound thundered in his throat as he forced me down on him.

I felt the warmth as he released in me, my pussy quivering as he coated my insides. With every pulse of him, an ache reverberated between my hips.

I couldn’t breathe, and I couldn’t move, but fuck, I liked it.

He held onto me, keeping me against him as he leaned against the coffee table, his muscles jerking and twitching as he released me.

“Don’t you fuckin’ move,” he warned me, his hands shaking.

And I stayed there, just as he’d asked me, seated on his lap like a queen sat on her throne.

What a twisted throne it was.

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