Page 29 of Viparious

Inessa pouts and she’s running down her thighs.

“Have you forgotten what to do?” she asks.

There isn’t enough time for me to fuck her, but I can walk around with my wife on my dick and circle her clit with the tip of my dick.

“Have you forgotten I told you not to move?”

A moan wraps itself around her need to lie as she arches her back further. “Vlad, we’re going to be late.”

Humming in response, I stroke through her slit and push inside her. She’s so fucking tight and chokes me. It’s purposeful with the twisted smile on her beautiful face.

My voice darkens, calling out the brat as I massage her ass and slowly feed her another inch.

“Your tight cunt is massaging my dick, make me come without moving, moya koroleva.”

Fuck me, this woman doesn’t need any direction and I push in further to get more. She doesn’t just flex her control of her inner muscles but over me. Her eyes are firmly fixed on mine through the mirror, and she knows what she’s doing as she smirks. It’s twisted and proud. Her hand moves, going to her needy clit, and she ruins the game, making me step back as pure frustration leaves her on a groan.

Intrigue replaces her other emotions as I take out the toy that will act as a torture device. Her eyes flick from my hands to my face as desire takes over her features.

“I’d rather you fucked me.”

Such sweet, filthy words in a matching tone, but I can’t give in, yet. She’s spent too long getting ready and her hair would get fucked. Slowly pushing the vibrator inside of her, I give her my promise.

“I will malysh, when we come home I’ll take this out,” she gasps as I twist the curved vibrator inside her, making sure to massage her g spot, “and replace it with my dick after I’ve fucked your throat.”

Her moan is trapped in her throat, and I press my lips to her pulse wildly fluttering in her neck. My voice darkens, wanting to be inside of her.

“Be good and stay ready for me and I might find a hidden corner of the ballroom to let you come.”

She clenches around the toy and tries to pull it out of my hand without the use of her own. I lose my train of thought, watching it bob in midair. Fixing the toy in place so it’s snug against her cunt, I step back, admiring the view. Moving further away, I let her move.

“On your knees, bring me your panties.”

She slowly turns and then lowers to her knees, all the while her eyes remain on mine. The mirror gives the perfect view of the toy against her skin as she kicks the silk off her ankles. She can’t resist being a brat and rolls her eyes, forcing me to change my mind.

Her face falls in slow motion as I walk to the furthest point of the room, needing as much distance as possible to commit the act to memory. It doesn’t go back to its natural position as I lean against the door, making sure I don’t cross the threshold and say, “Crawl to me with your panties in your mouth and drop them in my hand like a good little pet.”

I expect anger, but there’s only lust shining back at me and my queen crawls for the only person she will ever be on her knees for. She delicately lifts her panties from the floor, but I tut and know her eyes are going to be full of fire.

“Did I say you could use your hands? Pick them up with your teeth.”

I know the floor is clean and the thin waistband is at the top, forming a loop, so her nose won’t even touch the floor. As expected, rage consumes her, and I stroke my dick. Her emotions war as I palm the tip, and she rubs her thighs together.

“Now, Inessa.”

She rolls her eyes, and my voice comes out too rough as she lowers her head, sticking her ass in the air.

“Roll your eyes one more time and it won’t just be your thighs that are wet.”

She pauses picking her panties up to argue with me and asks confirmation of whatever filthy want she’s too afraid to voice.

“What are you going to do?”

Everything.

That is my first thought, to take every single memory she could possibly hold for myself and own her in her entirety. But I give her what she wants and say, “I’ll coat every inch of your body in my cum and you won’t have that dress to cover you. You’ll walk amongst your guests, donors, do-gooders, covered in me with my name fresh in the center of your chest. Now, pick your panties up and start fucking crawling.”

Lust blows her pupils wide, and she does it without any further conversation. The edge of the silk sits between her sparkling teeth, and I shake my head, making her stop.

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