Page 77 of Dare You to Run
“Lick them.” When she hesitates, I arch my brow at her to let her know this isn’t an ask. “Do it. Now.”
She slowly sticks her tongue out and lifts her breast to meet her mouth halfway. With her eyes locked on me, she laps at her brown blossom like she’s tasting the sweetest nectar. And oh how sweet it is.
“Suck on them.” This time she doesn’t stall and sucks as much of her breast in her mouth as she can.
Her eyes close and I see a shiver roll through her body. Her toes wiggle and she whimpers.
“Taste good?” She nods and alternates between licking and sucking. “Now stop.”
With her mouth still clamped tight onto her breast, she pops open her eyes and stares at me. Almost comically, she lets it fall with a plop and drops her hands to her sides.
“See my bag? Go over there and open it up.” She pads gently to where my black leather bag sits and sluggishly unzips it. “There’s a long black piece of satin. Take that and sit back down on the bed.”
With a deep breath, she does just as she’s told and sits nervously on the bed. Unfolding my body, I stride with heavy steps to her. She cranes her neck to look up at me. That frightened look in her eyes returns and she’s every bit my scared little mouse.
I slip the fabric from her hand and wrap it around her head, covering her eyes in darkness. She shudders when my fingers trace over her collarbone. I unbuckle my belt and whip it free from my jeans. Her body jumps, startled by the snap of the leather, and she sucks in a breath.
“I’m very upset with you, Dagen.”
“W-why?” Her voice shakes with the mix of fear and adrenaline she loves so much.
“Because you made me feel something I told myself I never would. You’ve put images in my head that aren’t supposed to be there.” I thread the end of my belt through the buckle, and loop it back around, then loop again until it looks like a figure eight weaving in and out of the buckle. “Hold out your wrists.”
Apprehension races through her body, but she holds her arms out, presenting her thin wrists to me. I slip the belt over them then pull the tail, tightening it into cuffs. The action draws the air from her lungs and I wrench her to me, her naked body colliding with my fully clothed body.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“No you’re not.” I reach around and slap her ass with a sharp flick of my wrist. “But it’s okay, baby. You can make it up to me. Want to know how?” She nods. “You’re going to make it up to me by doing every-thing-I-say.”
Her body begins to tremble in my arms and I dip my fingers between thighs to find her pussy dripping. I soak my fingers then bring them to her mouth. “Stick out your tongue.”
When she does, I swipe my fingers coated in her to her wet pink tongue. With her mouth still hanging open, I press my tongue to hers and suck, tasting her pussy and now I need more. Wrapping my hands around her thin waist, I pick her up and throw her down on the bed. She yelps and I watch her tits bounce.
My hands grip her ankles painfully hard and I anchor her to me. She stretches her arms above her head and clasps her hands in prayer. I swipe my tongue up and down her seam, letting my nose inhale her smell and burning it into my lungs. She wiggles her hips and kicks her legs, trying to break free from my hold but my grip is too tight. I calm her by burying my face in her pussy and eliciting begs and pleads.
“I’m coming,” she mewls and clamps her legs around my head.
Her cries and convulsions make my aching dick start to leak. Dagen’s beautiful voice, sweet and painfully raspy makes my body sweat with longing. I peel off my clothes as she recovers from the first of many orgasms I have planned for her tonight.
I lift her feeble arms and pull one free of her constraints, then flip her to her stomach. I carefully take both hands and lower them to the small of her back, securing them once again.
“Ready for more?”
“Yes.”
I prop her knees up and push her head down. With her spread legs, she looks like the main dish on a silver platter.
“I fucked my hand all week thinking about you pinned against that tree in the dark woods. The way you cried was like a sonnet written just for me.” I rub my hand over her smooth skin, creamy and unblemished.
I let my fingers walk their way to her still spasming core, and roll my hand over her clit. Rubbing faster and faster, she begins to whine and detonates once again, leaving her body sweat soaked and quivering, as I lick away what she left behind.
“God I love the way you cry. I bet you’ve only ever cried for me. Isn’t that right, little mouse?”
She makes a small imperceivable squeak in response, and my craving for her is now an insatiable hunger. I line my dick up with her opening and push in nice and slow, my head immediately falling back on first taste.
My hips move and I pump in and out of her, drawing back with long pulls. Each one brings another whine from her. I grip the belt in my hands and tug. Her body arches like a goddess on the bow of a ship. Madness fills my chest and the inclination to see her skin red and hot washes over me. I grab the tail of the belt and use it to pink her ass.
“Oh gaah.” Her moans are laced with tears and I push harder and faster.
