Page 35 of Tempting Kat
“Fuck you,” I gasp, but it comes out breathy and weak.
He chuckles, the sound vibrating against my inner thigh, and then I feel his mouth on me. Not teasing, but devouring.
He fucks me with his mouth, fast, hard, and deep. It feels better than any sex I’ve ever had, and I’m desperate for moreof it. The scrape of facial hair against my skin makes my core clench and I wish I could wrap my legs around his head, grip his hair with my hands and ride his face until he drowns, or I pass out.
I'm close, so close, my thighs trembling against the restraints, when suddenly he stops. Everything. His mouth, his fingers—all gone.
“What the—” I gasp, my body screaming at the loss. “Why did you stop?”
“Did I say you could cum?” His voice is hard, uncompromising.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I tug against the restraints, fury and frustration making me wild. “You can't just?—”
“I can do whatever I want,” he cuts me off. “That's what you're being paid for, isn't it?”
I want to scream. I want to kick him in his smug face. But I can't do either of those things because I'm strapped to this fucking wall with my pussy exposed and throbbing.
“This isn't fair,” I whine. I’m almost embarrassed by the way my voice sounds.
“Life isn't fair, kitten. You should know that by now,” he says, and I can hear the smirk in his voice before his fingers slide back inside me again, three of them stretching me again deliciously as his tongue works magic on my clit.
I'm right on the edge, so close I can taste it, when he pulls away again.
“No!” I cry out, actual tears of frustration pricking at my eyes. “Please, Daddy, please don't stop.”
The word slips out again this time, like my body knows it's the key to getting what I need.
“Daddy likes when you beg,” he growls. “Is that what you want, kitten? Me stretching this greedy little pussy?”
“Yes,” I gasp, all pride forgotten in the face of raw need. “Please, Daddy, I need it.”
“I need to hear it clearly,” he says, pulling back slightly. “What do you want from me, Katarina?”
“I want you to fuck me,” I admit, beyond caring how desperate I sound. “I want your cock inside me, Daddy. Please.”
Instead of his cock, his fingers plunge back into me. His thick digits stretching me open while his thumb circles my clit with merciless precision.
“Not yet,” he growls. “First, I'm going to make you cum on my fingers. I want to feel this greedy cunt squeezing me when you lose control.”
I'm so close that my entire body is trembling. The restraints are the only thing keeping me here as he finger-fucks me with ruthless efficiency.
“Oh god, I'm—I'm going to—” I can't even finish the sentence before the orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave. My pussy clenches around his fingers as I cry out, my voice echoing in the small space.
But he doesn't stop. If anything, he moves faster, his fingers curling to hit that spot inside me that makes my vision blur.
“That's it. Soak my fucking hand,” he demands, his voice rough with arousal. “Show me how much that bratty cunt loves being controlled.”
The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain. My clit throbs under his relentless attention, and I'm squirming, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation.
“Wait, stop—I can't—it's too much!” I gasp, my thighs quivering uncontrollably.
“Are you calling red?” he asks, his fingers slowing but not stopping.
I grit my teeth. The idea of using the safe color makes something stubborn flare in my chest. “No. Fuck no.”
“That's what I thought,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “Then you can take more.”
His fingers pick up the pace again and I’m caught between wanting to kick him in the face that I can’t even reach and begging for even more. My body betrays me completely as I already feel myself climbing toward another peak.
