Page 26 of Weeping Roses
As we reach the room, my good humor was left in that dusty attic and I could really do with a shower to wash the dust from my body.
Polly is wearing the bed sheet and quite frankly looks so adorable I could stare at her all night. Her face is flushed and her eyes bright and the worry clouding her expression is rather fetching. Knowing how good she tastes is another reason why I need to finish this and so I turn the key in the lock and say roughly, “Take the sheet off.”
I wrench the offending grotesque excuse for a bathrobe from my body and stand before her with my interest firmly back in charge and she obviously notices the determination in my gaze as she drops the sheet so it pools around her feet.
Without speaking, I tear the sheet in two strips and her eyes widen as I growl, “Lie back on the bed.”
“What are you–”
“Don’t say a word.” I snap, leaving her in no doubt of my anger and as she drops back onto the bed, I reach down and grasp one of her ankles.
Without saying anything, I bind it to the post that protrudes from the bottom of the bed and then do the same with the other one. Her embarrassed squeal has no effect on me as I say angrily, “Disobey me, and this is what happens. You lose all privileges and are mine to do with what I like.”
“No!” Her voice shakes and I note the tears in her eyes and my heart hardens as I rip another piece of the sheet and without a word, bind her mouth.
Her infuriated groan makes me smile because, for all her protestations, her eyes are blazing with lust and as I tie her wrists together, I gaze with satisfaction on a woman who never really understood the devil who came to tea.
She is open and spread out for my own private feast, and I am anxious to demonstrate exactly what happens when she disobeys me.
It will be a hard lesson that she will never forget, and I am so ready to begin.
I drop to my knees and carry on where I left off, and it doesn’t take long for her body to respond against her will. Her soft moans fill the room as I dine out in style on her drenched pussy, loving the juices that trickle between her thighs and onto my greedy tongue.
She shifts under me as she attempts to deal with the invasion and I suck and bite her clit, punishing it far more effectively than anything else. She is climbing that mountain and preparing to fly, but I have a very different kind of ending in mind for this game.
As her body reacts to my attention, my cock swells painfully, desperate to join in the fun, and so I pull back and stand, glaring down on her shivering body as she basks in the euphoria that an imminent orgasm creates.
I palm my cock and her eyes widen with fear as I push against her sodden pussy, the tip pressing just inside.
“Ummmm–”
Her muffled response is accompanied by her panicked eyes and I whisper, “What’s the matter, malyshka? I thought this was what you wanted.”
The lust deepening her gaze is betrayed by the shake of her head and I laugh softly.
“Your body betrays you, little one. Just think of me as your favorite toy that I’ve plucked from under the bed.”
The way her eyes roll back in her head tells me she’s fighting her desire and I lean down and whisper against her ear, “Do you want this, little Polly? Do you want me to show you how good it is to have a real man inside you?”
Her chest heaves and her soft groan is accompanied by a slow nod of her head and with one swift move, I rip the tie from her mouth and hiss, “I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes.”
She sounds defeated and I love it and growl, “Do you want me to fuck your tight cunt, malyshka, as punishment for disobeying me?”
Her pupils dilate and her breathing is ragged as she lies spread out for my enjoyment and she gasps, “Yes, Valentin. I accept my punishment.”
I pull back and position my cock against her pussy and, holding her gaze, I push in gently, registering every movement and expression on her face. The panic, the disbelief and the desire all mix with lust and even gratitude.
Her breathing is ragged as I slide in further, her tender walls clenching against my hard cock, her gasp of pain filling the air as I bury myself to the hilt and then pull out and thrust in again, harder this time.
Her back slides against the bed as I plunge inside, in and out, harder and faster, punishing her for answering me back. I grasp her tied wrists and hold them above her head and push in faster, loving how she caresses my cock in her sodden walls. She can’t move at all, her ankles tied to the bedposts and her wrists secured in my grasp and she is exactly where I wanted her, at my mercy and helpless under me. Her moans of pleasure satisfy my delicate pride as she drenches her sweet juices over my cock.
I could do this all night and as I slow down, I relish every moment of being inside this woman. Her breasts heave and I lean down and bite each one hard, causing her to scream out into the still night. I love hearing her scream, so I do it again, harder this time, and then suck her neck, biting down sharply on the tender flesh beneath my lips.
“Oh fuck!”
She screams as her body convulses and her pussy grips my cock and milks it hard, causing me to explode inside her with a ferocity that surprises me. My cum streams inside her relentlessly as she rides the same wave and I watch every single fucking delicious minute of it as I stare into her flushed face that is full of unexpected delight.