Page 100 of Wickedly Played
“Good girl,” I whisper into her ear. My lips suck on her earlobe before my teeth sink into it. “You’re being my good girl tonight, aren’t you?”
She whimpers with her head nodding. “Yes.”
I take my time kissing her ear, jaw, her delectable mouth, throat, neck, collarbone, each one of her luscious tits, suckling her nipples, and then dipping into the planes of her stomach. She writhes beneath me as she struggles against the restraints. When I’m hovering over her pussy, she’s bucking against the spreader bar.
“I forgot how frustrating this thing is,” she whines.
I chuckle, then slap her on her mound. “No whining. You keep it up, this is going to take all night, and I had every intention of getting you off with my mouth and then burying myself inside of you.”
She scoffs but stops fighting against the spreader bar. “Okay, Max.”
“I want you to refer to me asSir, baby. I know you are going to be my good girl tonight. Am I right?” She squirms in front of me with her chest rising and falling.
“Yes, Sir.”
Her submission means more than hearing those three little words to me. Even though I told her she has all of me, andshe didn’t make any declarations back, Serena trusting me after everything she has been through is all the declaration I need.
My mouth covers her pussy over the lacey gusset of her thong. Her legs are in the air with the bar doing its job, keeping them spread for me to wear her thighs as earmuffs. My tongue laves her through her sultry material, with her fighting against the restraints.
“Please, Sir!”
My lips curl against her flesh. Moving her underwear to the side, I look at her dripping pussy. Serena is gorgeous as it is, but when she’s soaking for me, she is just for me.
“Mine,” I growl against her slit. I bit her hood, eliciting a moan. “Say it!”
“Yours. I’m yours!”
I eat her aggressively, between sucking her clit, fingering her tight hole, and then licking her pussy until she is shaking under me. “Ask me before you come.”
“Sir,” she warns.
“Beg me.”
“Please,” she pants. Her body is trembling as she fights the restraints. The bar is holding her tautly in place, but I see how her thighs are vibrating with her orgasm threatening to burst through her body. “Sir, I need to come. Please!”
“What will you give me for it?” I taunt. My mouth is hovering over her as my breath tickles her overheated flesh.
“Anything. You can have anything.”
“Anything?”
“Yes, Sir.”
My tongue tickles her slit a couple of times to bring her back to life. “Good. I want you to be like this for the rest of our lives. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes!”
“Come, baby.”
My lips suck her clitoral hood and then my fingers fuck her hole, hard. “Yes, yes!” Her thighs shake as my head is hugged between them, and she floods my face with her squirting.
She is thrashing under me with the bar shaking from her movements. I ease her through her orgasm until she’s trying to close her thighs on my head to push me away. “Sir, please.”
“What, sweetness?”
“Too sensitive.”
“Want me to fuck you?”
