Page 234 of Swallow Your Sorries

“I love how responsive you are. How much noise you make when I play with your pussy,” he says, increasing the pressure, creating a symphony of wet, smacking noises. “Such a good little doll, so messy. I can just push a little button.” He pushes against the spot harder. “I can just rub a little nub.” He swirls my clit. “And then…”

I pitch up off the table, clinging to his shoulders again and finding his lips as my release washes over his fingers.

A second later, they leave my pussy to show me the evidence that I immediately dispose of, because I’m sucking it down my throat.

“Elle.”

I reach for the waistband of his joggers and pull, freeing his cock. Its purplish head looks angry with restraint and I want nothing more than to relieve it.

But the second I lean forward and swipe the pre-cum beading it with my tongue, a hand fists in my hair, pulling me off like the ragdoll I want to be and tossing me backwards onto the bed.

“Please,” I moan, trying to reach him again, but he steps back from the table, and kicks the joggers off so that now he’s as naked as I am.

“Please what?”

I lick my lips, watching more precum wet the tip. “I want you.”

“Where?”

“Inside of me.”

“You have so many holes…”

“In my pussy.”

He smiles. “I like that word on your lips.”

“Please. Make me feel good.”

He crawls onto the table before cupping my face in his hands and I feel like a little puppy, desperate for its owner’s affection.

“Please.”

“I like it even more when you beg me to play with you. Is that it? You want me to really make you my doll? To move you, and manoeuvre you, and do whatever the fuck I want to you because you’re all mine?”

I nod enthusiastically. “Use me.”

He grabs my hair again and guides me down so that my face is pressed against the mattress, and facing the glass. With his other hand, he hikes my ass in the air.

“Grab the sheets,” he tells me. “And watch. Don’t you dare close your eyes.”

I do what he tells me, watching as he positions himself behind me, his fingers digging into my hips.

“You said it wasn’t big enough to count.”

“I just said that to—”

He shushes me. “Good doll babies don’t talk. They’re only allowed to scream and moan when their owners are playing with them. You want me to play with you, right?”

I nod, feeling the soft sheet swipe against my cheek.

“So let’s play. Keep your eyes open. I want you to watch how your face contorts from it not counting.”

My sharp intake of breath is the only sound I make because I don’t want him to stop, and I do want to watch as he lines his cock up with my slippery entrance slowly, gruelling slow, as he presses past that first ring of muscles and my knees almost buckle from the intrusion. Not that he’d let me collapse. His arm is hooked under me, his fingers gently teasing my clit again.

“It’s not going to work if you don’t breathe, dove,” he says, but his voice sounds almost as strained as my pussy feels. It burns.

He slaps my ass before stroking my spine.

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