Page 52 of Killer Confections
I always considered myself a tits guy, and Loxley’s are beautiful, tear-drop shaped with dusky pink tips, but after seeing her ass, I think I’ve switched teams.
I want to see it bounce on me.
Fuck, I’m leaking with need, but the punishment comes first. Then, I can reward her and myself.
I flick the button to the remote, savoring her sharp intake of breath, when the toy buzzes against her swollen clit. I’ve been experimenting with the vibration strength. My girl responds well to the soft, teasing setting better than the sharp, hard one. That one almost seems too intense for her.
This is meant to be punishing, but I don’t want to takethe fun out of it. So, I keep the vibration low and drive her closer and closer to her orgasm before ripping it away.
I watch it build again, taking in the slick sounds of her gushing entrance as her abdomen tightens. Her legs shake against the restraints, the sweet sounds of her moans causing me to feel the pulsing of my shaft.
I walk over to my phone, checking the timer again.
Forty-one minutes.
Damn, I don’t think I can hold out for another twenty. Not at this rate.
I grab the phone, popping it free of the tripod before bringing it closer to my girl. I hover over her, getting close to her face with the camera. “I’ll tell you what, be a good girl for me and tell me you’re mine, and I’ll let you cum, baby.”
Her eyes close, whole body shivering with the impending release I keep yanking away from her. She shakes her head side-to-side, giving me my answer.
“Oh,” my brows go up. “You’re gonna tough it out, then?”
Her head shoots up, a panicked sound leaving her as I take a few steps back.
“Rethinking your decision?” I give her a crooked grin as I unbuckle the gag.
When I pull the ball from her mouth, a trail of saliva connects to it, taunting me.
I want that in my fucking mouth.
She gives a loud whimper, her eyes glossing over. “Please, stop. I’ll say it.”
“That’s my good girl,” I toss the gag aside, lifting my phone. “Who do you belong to, baby?”
Her lip wobbles, “You.”
I shake my head, tsking. “No. I need to hear you say it, Loxley. Tell the camera who owns you.”
Her cheeks turn a blistering shade of red, and I know this is hard for her. She doesn’t want to give me what I’m asking for, but she also doesn’t want the punishment to continue.
Her mouth opens, tears falling down her heated cheeks. “I belong… to you. Y-you own me.”
I cut the video, tossing my phone on the far side of the bed before leaning down and cupping her cheeks. Her eyes close, tears glistening on the long delicate lashes. I kiss them gently, rewarding her for being so good for me.
“You’re perfect,” I mumble praise with each clothed kiss to her wet face. “So beautiful. Are you ready to cum?”
She nods against me, “Please, please, please…”
Fuck, the begging is unexpected. I thought once I removed the gag, it would be a slew of curses. But I’m pleasantly surprised once again. Her sweet little words spur something inside of me. The urgent need to fulfill her desires has me gripping the remote as I switch the vibration over to her favorite. It’s a gentle pulse, two long buzzes accompanied by three fast and short ones.
I rest my forehead against hers as her mouth falls open. Her sounds crescendo into a symphony of pleasure as she cries out. Her whole body coils, muscles bunching as her pretty brown eyes roll back in ecstasy. And I’m there with her every step of the way, watching as she takes her pleasure.
As she spasms on the bed, the last bits of her orgasm washing over her, I gently remove the wand and thigh strap from her. I toss them before turning her on her side and removing the wrist ties. I massage the red area on her skin before moving to the ties around her legs.
She breathes heavily in the dimly lit room, moaning when her body can finally relax. I take an ankle, undoing the belted heel strap before pulling it off and groaning at her pretty lavender-painted toes. They look fresh, like she stopped off at the nail salon sometime today and I missed it.
“Fuck, baby. Did you do this for him?” My voice is edged hard, the thought of that Chance fucker getting anywhere close to these cute toes making my murderous rage almost blinding.
