Page 73 of Filthy Mouth
I glanced up, but water splashed into my eyes. I’d need to take his word for it. I moved behind him again and didn't hold back this time.
I circled his hole slowly, teasing him with lazy flicks, my spit mixing with the water sliding between his cheeks. His thighs trembled as I shoved my tongue deeper, and he braced both palms against the tiles with a low groan.
“Fuck, Poppy… you’ll make me shoot just from that filthy mouth.”
His voice was ragged, chest heaving, and it made me grin against his flesh. I pulled back just enough to drag my tongue around his rim, then went wild—hammering my tongue in and out, jabbing hard and fast like a woman possessed.
“Fuck!” he barked, jerking forward.
I laughed against him and doubled down, pecking at his arsehole like a fucking woodpecker, relentless, drilling until he was swearing at the ceiling and shoving his arse back against my face.
“Goddamn filthy whore,” he panted, hips twitching.“Come over here and clean up my cock. You've got me dripping like a damn fountain.”
“I’m happy to use my strap on for free,” I said before giving him a final lick and pulling back.
He turned to face me, his cheeks flushed beneath his beard with nostrils flaring.
“You’ll pay for your impertinence,” he growled.
“Yes, sir,” I said sweetly, licking my lips.
He grabbed my wet hair and tugged me forward until my lips brushed the swollen head of his cock. A fat bead of precum oozed down the slit, mixing with the shower spray.
“Open that mouth, cocksucker. Clean up the mess you caused.”
I parted my lips, and he smeared the head across them before pushing inside. Warm salt spilled over my tongue, and I sucked greedily, swallowing him down until my throat clenched around the thickness.
“Good whore,” he rasped, holding my head still as he ground deeper.“Drink every drop, lick me clean.”
I circled my tongue around the head, dragging it over the underside until he hissed. Then I swallowed the last slick trace of precum, pulling off with a wet pop.
Satisfied, he reached for the rack, yanked down two towels and threw one at me.“Dry off. It’s time to pay.”
“Yes, sir,” I said with a snicker, knowing I’d push him over the edge.
I never got a chance to dry off—he grabbed me straight out of the shower and flung me over his shoulder like some caveman brute. My squeal turned into a laugh as I dug my nails into his wet arse cheeks, just for the fun of it.
God. I loved this man so much. He was so predictable.
I bounced on the bed as the air was sucked out of my lungs. Baddy was on the bed before I could blink. He dragged me up the mattress and caught my ankle, snapping it into the cuff, buckling me in before doing the same to the other one. His stare never left my face as he wound the lever. The chains rattled louder with every crank, pulling my legs wider, tighter, until my thighs trembled and my feet pressed flat against the headboard.
“Spread wide like the perfect little slut you are,” he muttered, running a palm down the inside of my thigh.
He jumped off the bed without a word, his heavy footsteps slapping against the floorboards. My breath hitched when I saw him scoop up the black leather belt, fold it in half with a snap, and climb back onto the bed. His eyes gleamed, wicked and hungry, as he crawled between my stretched thighs.
“When I pay for a whore, I expect complete obedience,” he said with a smirk.
The first strike landed across the inside of my thigh—sharp, hot, and stinging. I gasped, chains clattering above my head as I jerked against the restraints.
Another lash, then another, each one aimed higher, closer to where I dripped for him.
“Look at that,” he growled, pausing to run his fingers through the slick mess between my legs.“Soaked from a bit of leather. My filthy little pain-slut.”
He raised the belt again and brought it down straight across my cunt. The wet slap echoed, sharp enough to make me yelp, pleasure and pain colliding in a rush. He struck again, dragging the folded leather slowly across my pussy, back and forth, smearing it in my slick. My hips bucked against the strokes, the rough edge catching on my clit until I was whimpering.
“Look at this belt,” he muttered darkly, pressing harder, grinding the leather into my folds.“Soaked in your filth. Greedy cunt can’t stop dripping, can it?”
He twisted it, dragging the length of it through my folds until it glistened wet, the scent of my arousal thick in the air.
