Page 49 of Objection
Faster. And faster.
“Breathe.” My words were deep and vibrated through my chest. She took a deep breath, her body melting into the pain I gave.
I pushed, and she accepted.
I pulled, and she yearned.
The game we played, the ebb and flow, danced on.
“Sir, I need to cum!” Her voice was quiet, but her desperation was dripping from the tip of her tongue.
I let the falls of the heavy flogger fly through the air one last time; the strike landing hard across the back of her thighs, right on the sweet spot where it met her ass. I dropped the flogger, my hands immediately finding her molten hot skin. One hand found her dripping wet heat and the other ran up her spine. My nails dug into her upper back and as I drug them down her back and the fingers on the other hand found her clit, I growled, “Cum for me. Cum for your Sir.”
Her cries echoed around the room. My fingers were incessant. The tips of one hand dancing over her swollen clit and demanding more. I found ways to marry pain with her pleasure. A scratch of my nails here. A bite on her curves there.
“Again,” I demanded hotly. I ground my erection against her softness, wanting nothing more than to tear these jeans off my body and bury myself in her pussy until I forgot my own name and she reminded me with her begging cries.
Her orgasm flooded over my fingers and hand, dripping down onto the floor. Her body trembled. All for me. All at my command.
I reached over her, finding the clasp and releasing her from the table. I picked her up, her arms immediately wrapping around my shoulders and clinging to me. I kissed her temple before literally tossing her on the bed.
I quickly worked at the buttons on my shirt, immediately regretting the choice to wear the linen button up. Yes, a slow teasing was delightful to tease a submissive, but I didn’t want to tease her. I wanted to fuck her.
“Fuck this.” I grabbed the top button and yanked at the two sides of my shirt ripping the buttons off in a quick motion. Her breath caught on a gasp as she lay back, her elbows propping her up in a way that made her body look like a pornography painting.
She licked her lips.
My eyes ran over her body, and fuck me twice if she didn’t have the audacity to spread her creamy legs open.
“That a girl, show me what’s mine.” My hands slowed. Pulling the linen cloth from my shoulders as she opened wider.
“Touch yourself, pet. Open those pretty pink lips and show me that swollen little clit.” She obeyed, whimpering. Her blush spread all the way down her breasts. I wanted to taste those rosy-hued tits. Shit, now I wanted to make them red from a completely different circumstance. Rope. Spanks. Clothespins. My mind ran with the possibilities.
“Spread yourself as wide as you can. I want to see every inch of my beautiful little toy.” I stroked my cock slowly, watching her legs spread a little wider.
“No, no,” I chided. “I want you to be unabashedly wanton for me. Throw all that caution and insecurity you feel to the wind, Posey.”
“You want me to be your little slut, Sir?” The comment hit hard, and I growled.
“Hell, yes I do. Show me what you can do, gorgeous. Show me what a dirty little slut you are.”
She spread her legs wide, pulling them up and back and spreading herself open for me. She literally held her plump pussy lips open for me to watch as she flicked lightly over her swollen clit. Christ, that was hot as hell.
“Faster.” My words vibrated through my chest as my hand sped up on my cock. The tip was leaking for her. To fuck her. Where were those condoms?
“Don’t you dare stop, gorgeous girl,” I praised. Her fingers moved faster over her clit and her hips began to rock, searching for more.
“Sir,” she whined, her fingers slipping down and dipping inside of her wet heat.
“Enough. Sit up,” I spoke through clenched teeth, barely able to control myself from slamming her down on the bed face first and fucking her as hard as I possibly could.
Instead, I sat on the bed, moving up to the pillows and getting comfortable on my back.
“Ride me,” I commanded, snapping my fingers once and beckoning her over with a crook of my fingers.
She scrambled, a little awkwardly on top of me, straddling my hips. Her hips nestled against me, her wet pussy sliding over my cock, but nothing more.
“Sir… you feel so…so…good…” she groaned as she moved.
