Page 40 of Objection
“Please! Please, Sir. I’ll be good, I swear it. I’ll do anything, just please, for the love of God let me —”
“Cum!”
Her back somehow arched further.
Her legs tensed and began to shake.
Her pussy gripped me like a vice grip.
Her cum ran over my fingers.
I released my hold of her hair, kneeling down behind her and spreading her lips open for my tongue to taste. I couldn’t help myself. I needed it. She was musky and sweet and perfect. My hands gripped her tighter as the second orgasm hit; her cries only growing louder.
“Sir! Yes! Oh, God, yes!”
My tongue flicked and played faster, demanding one last orgasm from her. I pulled it from her, my eyes closed as I drowned myself in her essence.
“Yes. Please. Sir…” Her voice quieted as she began to come down from her third climax. My tongue slowed, riding that wave with her and helping to bring her back to Earth.
My hands kept their pattern, moving over her smooth skin, up her thighs, over her hips, down her ass, in a circuit.
“Stand, little one,” I coaxed, helping her from the spanking bench. She stood, turning towards me until her eyes met mine. What I found within them shook me more than I was willing to admit. Pure submission, pure desire, and pure hope. A small smile tugged at her lips, and I couldn’t help myself. I pulled her to me tightly, my lips finding hers.
She made a little sound at tasting herself on my lips, but quickly it shifted to a wanton moan. She licked at my lips faster, enjoying the taste. Dirty girl.
I pulled away from the kiss slowly, savoring her and taking small nips at her plump lower lip.
“Come with me,” I instructed, helping her as she walked with shaky legs over to the four-poster bed.
“These are hard points,” I explained, pointing to a few secure rings that were at varying intervals along each bed post. “They are secure spots that I can tie you to safely.” I unhooked her black lace bra, pulling it from her body and tossing it to the side.
“Arms up.” Her arms lifted, and I secured each wrist cuff to a hard point up on the bed post that I had already tied short lengths of rope to. This kept her arms spread and above her head, just where I wanted her.
“Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are, little one?” I whispered, wrapping my arms around her torso from behind, kissing along her neck.
“No, Sir,” she whispered, tilting her head to the side to allow me more room to explore.
“I can’t seem to keep my hands off of you,” I breathed against her shoulder.
“Then don’t.” Her words pulled a growl of need from me. My nails dug into her skin. I kissed the back of her neck, slowly kissing down her spine, letting my fingernails make intricate patterns along her skin as I knelt behind her. I tugged her panties down slowly, wanting to explore every inch but knowing I needed to be inside her too much to go slowly.
Rolling a condom over my hard length, I moved in closer to her. I lifted her right leg up, holding her open to me.
“Color, little one,” I whispered.
“Green. Please fuck me, Sir,” she moaned. I couldn’t hold back. I positioned myself, pressing the head of my cock against her opening.
She was tight, hot, and like a vice grip around my cock.
“Yes!” Her sounds weren’t high pitched and girly like the other subs I played with. No, hers were real, almost primal in nature.
My teeth grazed over her shoulder as I pressed fully inside of her wet heat. She felt like fire around me and I was ready to burn.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me, Posey?” I groaned, finding a rhythm.
She shook her head no.
“You have driven me crazy for weeks on end. You pushed me. You made me want to take back the control I wanted so badly,” I admitted through clenched teeth.
