Page 5 of Hearts Etched in Glass
“You said I was your whore, so I’ll be doing all the work darling.” I rip open her blouse to capture one peaked nipple into my mouth, sucking on it tenderly as I lift up her pastel pink skirt to her waist with my other hand.
I check her cunt by gliding my fingers over her center, making sure she is a sopping wet mess, ready for my cock.
Then I free myself, and while grabbing the base of my dick, I peer up to find her beautiful blue eyes, staring at me with such hunger, such anticipation, such vulnerability, and slowly drive into her.
Her plump lips open in a soft ‘O’, but no sound emerges. I painstakingly move in and out of her for a few moments. Then I abruptly pull out. Tilly glares at me with hatred as I chuckle under my breath. As I stand up, I grab her hips, forcing her up as well, then shove her skirt cascading down to the floor.
“What?” she yelps as I force her to turn around and push her over the chair, nudging her to perch her knees onto the cushion while she grasps the top of the backrest.
“Hang onto the fucking chair darling,” I order her as I glide my cock back into her slick cunt. She lets out a gasp then begins moaning like my good girl should. She clutches my dick, and it takes everything in my power to not empty inside her. It drives me to snap my hips harder into her, her ass cheeks slapping against my motion.
Taking one hand, I grasp her hip, clutching with such need as I use my free hand to place my finger back in her backside. She spasms around my cock again as she cries in pleasure. “That’s it darling,” I lovingly say through gritted teeth. “You love when I play with both of your holes don’t you?” She gasps an answer.
I take my finger out from her and reach forward, snaking my hand around her neck. Pulling her back and choking her ever so slightly, I see a small smile from the pleasure it delivers her. I slam my hips flush with her and move our bodies alongside each other.
“Do you love when your whore knows exactly what you need? Without having to ask? Without having to order,” I whisper in her ear as she nods her head. Small gasps escape her pretty lips as I mold mine atop hers and grant her a deep kiss. She leans her neck into my hand and grinds her backside into our adjoined bodies.
“Naughty girl,” I whisper into her ear, then give her a sweet kiss on the cheek as I move my hand from her neck, stroking her spine until my hand finds the other hip bone and I drive into her. At first my darling Tilly gives one laugh at the rush of blood returning to her head, but then the room is filled with the sound of her orgasm––one after the other as she clenches my cock, causing a domino effect of pleasure as I cave from her tight cunt.
I empty inside her. Her cunt milking my spend with each grip, she seems to get tighter and tighter.
To cause her more orgasmic turmoil, I slip my finger back into her ass and pump it in and out. “Bobby!” she yells then grasps around my dick once more.
I slowly slide out and pick up her limp body, taking her to the bed with me. Curling up alongside her, shenuzzles her head into the crook of my neck. “You took my cock like a good girl, darling,” I say softly.
She giggles slightly and responds, “You were a delicious whore my love.”
I draw small circles upon her back. “Darling, I believe you were the one that was delicious.” I kiss her temple then get up from the bed. Returning with a clean washcloth I begin gently washing her center, providing the utmost after care for my darling. I dress her in one of my shirts that hangs over her petite frame. After taking care of her I retrieve my own night garments and crawl back into bed.
Then I wrap my arms around her and pull her tightly to my chest. Feeling my heartbeat thump onto her back. Hopefully it won’t keep her awake with how hard it pounds for her.
“That was wonderful.” Her sweet voice fills the room.
“It was heaven,” I murmur into her hair then feel her fingers dance along the backside of my hand.
“Too bad it will be a while until we may do that again,” she serenely says. Rearing back my head, I spinher towards me. I look at her up and down as if she has stated something mad. After all, she has.
“Whatever do you mean darling?” She gives me a menacing smile, and I don’t know whether to be aroused or frightened.
“One month. One month you go hungry for me in order to make sure you kick that nasty addiction of yours,” she simply orders, like the bloody cunt-napper she is.
Slinking my body down towards her legs, I clutch her thighs as my head rests above her lower abdomen, “No. No. No. No. No. Tilly please no,” I whine in protest. She slowly brushes her hand through my hair to console me but that isn’t going to stop the small cry that escapes my lips.
She’s brought me to an infantile form.
“This is my favorite thing in the world and you’re going to take it from me. The only thing that brings me happiness,” I mutter into her hip then bite the protruding bone.
She swats at my forehead giving me a small giggle. “You’re utterly dramatic, Robert!” She rolls her eyes as I take a long-exaggerated exhale from my lips.
“If you love it so much, then you’ll be willing to give up the drugs for it. Forme.” Then I feel her delicate hands, as she continues stroking them through my hair. I look up at her, studying her face. Filled with love and determination.
“No sex for a month?” I ask, to clarify, and she responds with a nod of her beautiful face. “May I give her a departing kiss?”
Tilly brings her fingertips to her lips ceasing a laugh, as I nuzzle my nose in between her legs and inhale deeply, relishing in her scent. Then I give her a long, languid kiss as she grips my hair in pleasure.
I state nothing else. I dare not elicit detailed instructions and regulations for this bullshit.
For she technically didn’t clarify what sexual actsareandare notoff the table, so to speak.
