Page 54 of Lord of Vice
“No. Just…”
As soon as I flicked a flinger across the lace covering her pussy, she moaned and I took a deep breath, savoring the fragrance of her desire. Her panties were soaked, more so than I’d originally believed. Maybe my innocent girl thrived on a powerful man keeping her in line. I was so enthralled I slipped my fingers under the thin elastic, immediately swirling the tip around her clit.
I felt her knees buckle and wrapped my arm around her waist to keep her from falling. “You’re wet for me,ideal’naya penni, yet you say you can’t stand me. Isn’t that what you call an oxymoron?” I continued my brash actions, including nipping her earlobe.
She giggled, shaking her head. “No, you’re called the moron.”
When I pinched her tender bud between two fingers, she bucked and slapped her hand against the counter.
“Remember what I said about cause and effect? Obedience versus disobedience?” I continued taunting her, now rolling a single finger up and down her slickened pussy.
“Yes.” The single word was issued through clenched teeth.
“Well, good girls receive not only the dessert of their choice but whatever pleasure their hearts desire.” I fanned out my fingers against her waist, grinding my hips back and forth so she knew exactly what she did to me.
But it was the way her body responded as I slowly finger fucked her that had me reeling from the vicious hunger that was ready to explode in my system. I closed my eyes, envisioning her naked body as I thrust one, two, then three fingers into her tight channel. As her pussy muscles clamped around the invasion, I was taken back to the initial moment of shock at how tight she’d been.
As her soft whimpers escalated, I used my knee to push her legs further apart. I allowed my actions to become rougher, plunging brutally as deep inside as possible. While she continued to undulate in my hold, she wasn’t fighting to escape, merely struggling to allow me deeper access.
I yearned for more of it.
When I opened my eyes again, both of us staring at our combined reflection, I could tell she was close to coming by the way her chest rose and fell. So I slowed down, if only for a minute or so. She was far too gone, bucking her hips against my hand, her way of encouraging me to continue.
“My good little girl,” I whispered, knowing that wouldn’t last for very long. And I didn’t want it to. I liked her bad and precocious, pushing my boundaries as no one had done before. We were gyrating together as I resumed a more savage thrust, now rolling my thumb around her clit at the same time. My cock was throbbing more than it had been at the table.
I would need relief at some point, but my gut told me we’d be interrupted soon, displacing our sweet moment of filth.
“Do you want to come for me, Red Penny?”
“Uh-huh.” She could no longer speak, her voluptuous lips forming a perfect O as she flitted one hand over the one pressing her against me. The touch was more electric than before, locking down the connection.
“Then do it. Come on my fingers.”
Her breathing became even more labored, so much so her shoulders were heaving, which was pushing her up onto her toes. I had a sense from before that no man had ever taken time to provide her with pleasure, merely getting their own round of satisfaction. That irritated the fuck out of me. For all the bad things I’d done in my life, the sadistic requirements I’d had of the women I’d been with, in turn I’d taken my time to find their pleasure points.
Seeing her reaction, the innocent response was particularly enthralling.
“I don’t… It’s too sensitive.”
“Mmm…” I growled. “You will come.”
She half laughed.
“Be my good girl. Come.”
“Oh. Oh…” She lolled her head.
“Now!”
With her entire body rocking, she followed my command, her small whimpers becoming more pronounced. I refused to stop, flexing my fingers open as I plunged them over and over again.
She tossed her head back and forth, panting and moaning. I loved every second of seeing her climax, the light glisten on her skin. It was far more powerful and breathtaking than if she had been sucking my cock.
Which would happen at some point.
One sweet orgasm morphed into a bigger one, and I was almost forced to slap my hand across her mouth to keep her somewhat quiet. But she bit her lip instead, her eyes like saucers.
When she started to come down from the high, I removed my fingers.