Page 52 of Bred By the Minotaur
That would be incredible.
Finally, after what feels like hours, Imelda gets tired and says goodnight. The second she’s out the door, though, Hank is on top of me, hands gripping my shoulders and lips meeting mine. Soon his palms are kneading my breasts over my shirt, and his eyes roll back as he fingers my nipples through the fabric.
Then I’m up against the wall, and Hank has one knee between my legs, his thigh methodically rubbing there. I hold on to him and ride it, letting the friction of my jeans do the work against my clit.
“I can’t wait,” Hank whispers to me, sliding his hand into the band of my pants, down to my underwear. He dips his finger inside them and takes no time in finding what he’s looking for, and sinks the pad of his finger into my pussy. I moan underneath him, and he covers my mouth with one hand.
“I know what I need to do,” he says, continuing to rub me while I whimper into his palm. His brow arches, and his lip curls. “I’m going to cover up that mouth of yours so Milo can’t hear you scream.”
A bolt of lightning blasts through me at the suggestion, and I nod furiously. Whatever it is Hank’s dreaming up, I want it. I’ll go anywhere he’s willing to take me.
Nineteen
Hank
I have just the thing: a strip of ribbon I used to measure myself when I was ordering a suit online for a coworker’s wedding. I was his second-best man, though I’d never heard of such a person before.
The ribbon is black and shiny and wide, perfect for wrapping around Phoebe’s face. I ball up a bunch more around the middle, where it’ll fit inside her mouth, and add to my mental grocery list to try out a ball gag.
The few dates I’ve had aren’t usually serious, because my schedule is too hectic and, frankly, most women don’t want what I want. But I’ve watched enough porn to get a good idea.
I’ve watched a lot of porn. Usually thinking about exactly what I get to do now.
Phoebe’s on my bed naked, waiting for me, every last pale inch of her calling my name. I sit down on the edge and tell her, “Turn around.”
Obediently, she pivots so her back is facing me, and her breaths are coming fast as I reach around her face. I wad the ribbon in her mouth, then wrap it twice around her head before tying it off. She looks so pretty this way, and maybe I’ll get even more ribbon. It would look nice around her hands, too.
The idea of Phoebe’s tiny wrists bound behind her back, her ankles together and her pussy in the air... I’m so hard that it hurts to be inside my jeans.
She watches me as I remove them, a smile in her eyes as they fall off my hooves. It’s a relief that she finds me attractive after so much time being anonymous. Of her own accord, she spreads her legs, revealing that fine, curly brown hair and the pink slit underneath it. My shirt goes next, and then my underwear, before I crawl onto the bed. I take one of her hands in mine, then the other, so both of her little wrists are in my fingers. Then I raise them over her head and pin her to the headboard.
“Are you ready now?” I ask. She nods rapidly, and her hips rise toward mine. I’m fully swollen for her, throbbing with my need to be inside her.
I crouch down, straddling Phoebe’s hips, with my cock splayed across her belly. Her eyes are big and round as I rub the head over her skin, marking her with my pre-cum. I should lick her first and prepare her for me, but with that pretty gag in her mouth, all I want to do is make her scream into it. Still, I tease her plenty first, dragging the head of my cock down across her tiny clit, over and over, dipping it inside her as if I’m going to fuck her and then moving away again. Soon she’s whimpering and rolling her hips, encouraging me to finally sink in.
So I do. The wonder of watching my cock slip between the spread leaves of her pussy fills me with glee, but I keep my movements careful and slow as I push farther inside her. I thrust experimentally to see how ready she is for me, because I’m going to bury myself up to the hilt in her tonight. She moans against the gag, her voice coming out a muffled mmph.
I push some of her hair away from her eyes, staying shallow. “Look at how warm you are. So wet for me.” Phoebe’s head falls back as I hold her hostage at this depth. “The mother of my calf.”
Her thighs spread even wider, her legs wrapping around my hips as she tries to bring me in deeper, but I resist, still pinning her hands down.
“And you’ll look so good,” I grunt into her ear. “So good all full up with me. I can’t wait to watch my calf grow in your belly.”
Those sapphire eyes find mine, and they get bigger as I target that place she loves. I can tell talking to her is turning her on by the way her pussy clenches and squeezes around me.
She mumbles an answer, but she’s interrupted by her own growing moans.
Still holding her wrists hostage with one of my big hands, I lift her ass with the other so I can raise myself into a crouching position, and then I really fuck her. I let out a low groan as I sink in, using her body like a doll’s. Phoebe releases a cry into the gag, and she clamps down on it with her teeth. I shove her even harder against the headboard, reeling my hips back and slamming my cock into her again, squeezing even more of myself through.
“Look at you,” I murmur into her ear, holding her down even more fiercely as her body bucks underneath me. “So beautiful. Absolutely perfect. Everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”
“Hnnk,” Phoebe sobs. She’s so wet that I slide easily in and out of her in a steady, punishing rhythm, until she’s trembling all over and her hips are snapping up into mine with every thrust.
If she weren’t already pregnant with my calf, I’d be putting another one in her tonight. She’s so lovely, so beautiful under me, her pussy swallowing me like it was created to do it.
This is our secret, for now. But I will prove to her that the future I see for us is what she wants, too.
Phoebe
