Page 32 of Imprisoned

Her chest rises and falls rapidly beneath her tight blouse. Her legs part slightly, an involuntary invitation.

Oh, I’ve got so many plans for you. I let go of her wrist, relishing the flash of panic in her eyes. Before she can move, I reach into her desk drawer and pull out the rope I’d bribed the janitor to smuggle into her office.

“Hands in front of you.” I keep my voice calm and collected.

She makes a small noise of protest but does as I say. I loop the rope around her delicate wrists, binding them together with quick, expert moves. She’s good and secure.

I stand back, taking in the sight of her bound and at my mercy. Fuck, she’s beautiful like this.

“That’s it. Stay right there.” I take my time, walking around her, enjoying how she squirms under my gaze. “You know, sometimes, the fantasy is better than the reality.” I brush her hair away from her neck, my fingers trailing along her skin. “But in this case...”

My fingers find the hem of her skirt, and I slowly push it up, inch by inch. “I think reality might be better.”

I step between her thighs, enjoying how she has to crane her neck to see my face. I let the tip of my finger trail along the thin fabric of her panties, watching her hips buck at the contact.

“Such a pretty little cunt.” I can feel the heat radiating from her. “All mine now.”

With one swift move, I tear her panties apart, exposing her pussy to my hungry gaze. Her soaked core glistens, and the scent of her arousal fills the air.

I kneel before her chair, lifting her legs and settling them on my shoulders. She’s so soft, so perfectly fuckable. My tonguefinds her clit, and I swirl it slowly, taking my time to taste her. Her hips jerk, and she whimpers. Perfect.

“Axel,” she breathes my name.

I tongue-fuck her like it’s my last fucking meal on this earth, savoring her unique flavor.

“God damn, this cunt tastes so fucking sweet,” I groan against her before continuing to devour her. She tastes even better than I imagined, and I groan with the effort of holding back from impaling her on my cock.

Her juices drip down my chin as I feast on her, sucking and licking until she’s sobbing my name.

Her thighs clamp around my head.

I can feel her edging closer, and I slow my pace, earning a whimper of protest. She’ll come when I decide she’s earned it.

Her face is a beautiful mess, her lips swollen from biting them to keep quiet, and lipstick smeared by those efforts.

I lift my face from her core, and she keens with protest. I love how she sounds ruined, and we’re just starting.

I stand, my pants feeling tighter than ever. She’s so fucking wet, and me devouring her has only made her more so. She bites her lip, eyes flitting to the bulge at my crotch. I slowly caress myself through my pants, loving how she tracks my every move.

“Please...” she murmurs, the shame in her eyes only fueling my voracious depravity to consume her.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna give you exactly what you need.” I stroke myself slowly. “Just need to get something first.”

I walk over to her drawer, knowing she’s looking at my ass. I open the drawer, rummaging through her things until I find what I’m after. When I turn back, she desperately tries to free herself from the ropes, but it’s useless. I walk back, keeping eye contact, and pull out the recording.

Her eyes go wide, and she squirms harder. “No, please—don’t?—”

I press play, and my deep, gritty voice fills the room.

“Tell me, Dr. Matthews, are you familiar with autassassinophilia?”

She shuts her eyes when she hears the little gasp she makes on the tape.

I unbutton my pants, freeing my painfully hard cock. She watches, transfixed, as I stroke myself. Taking a page from her book, I press play again, listening to her desperate moans as I eat her cunt.

“Fuck, you like listening to that, don’t you?” I step closer, lining my cock up with her entrance but not entering. Not yet. “Like hearing yourself get all worked up while a violent prisoner eats you out.”

Her eyes flick open, blue and bright with shame but also need. She wants this so fucking bad. I move my hips, rubbing my tip along her slick folds, teasing.

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