Page 40 of My Turn
“That’s an example of what we don’t do.”
I turned the toy down to low before I unzipped my pants. Her breaths picked up and she averted her gaze. Holding onto my cock with one hand, I grabbed her face with the other, forcingher to look down at it. When she closed her eyes, I yanked on the end of the rope to pull her up higher. She cried out in pain, but I held her there until she finally looked at me.
“Keep your eyes on my cock,” I instructed.
She shook her head, so I reached for the rope again.
“Wait,” she rasped. “I-I’ll look.”
Tentatively, she dipped her head. She began to shake more violently than before as she watched me stroke myself.
“Don’t worry,” I murmured. “I’m not going to fuck you with it this time.”
“This time?”
“I think that’s more of a third date move.”
“No, please.”
“Stop telling me no.”
“N- I’m sorry.”
“Good. You have a choice now, Alana. Piss on you or cum on you.”
Her mouth hung open and I thought about how satisfying it’d be to shove my cock inside while she was restrained like this. She couldn’t fight me off. Her tears would coat my shaft, becoming a part of me for the night, then they’d mix with my cum in her throat.
“Choose, Alana.”
“None.”
“Then maybe I’ll fuck you.”
“No! I, uh…” Her eyes moved past me as she struggled to decide. “Why a-are you doing this to m-me?”
“Because deep down, you’ve always wondered what it was like. Don’t try to lie.”
“Not like this.”
“Call it a touch of realism.”
I ignored the vehement shake of her head. It was possible she was going to turn into a sobbing, incoherent mess soon, whichdidn’t work for me. With a sigh, I got off the bed and pulled her drapes closed, casting the room in near total darkness. I rifled through her closet until I found a thick scarf, then tied it over eyes, making her freak out even more.
I turned the machine back to high and let out a groan when she shrieked. One of my hands settled on her breast while I pushed three fingers into her. She squirmed, trying to get free, but she had nowhere to go. I focused my attention on her G-spot while I repeatedly brushed my thumb over her nipple. She was fighting off her orgasm with everything she had.
Lying on my back, I moved underneath her, settling between her legs. She tried to close them, only to fail again. With the glow from my mask and the clamp spreading her wide, I could see how her cunt glistened above me. Removing the mask, I let it rest beside my face so that it would continue to light my way to the paradise that was in front of me.
Sticking out my tongue, I raised up on my elbows and made one long swipe from her clit to her entrance, then pushed it inside of her. Returning my fingers to her pussy, I pumped them in and out. She was fucking dripping and when I pulled them back out, her wetness slid down my palm.
I unfastened the clamps, then bit down on her sensitive vulva. She cried out and started begging nonsensically for me to stop. Instead, I suctioned her clit between my lips before I started working her with my tongue.
“You’re going to cum regardless,” I said in-between strokes. “And you’re going to enjoy it. If you wanna fight it and edge yourself, go right ahead. Until you soak my face, I’m not moving from this spot.”
Chapter 16
Alana
My body was completely overridden by panic. My brain wasn’t working correctly and I was desperate for a way to escape. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get out of the ropes and the more I tried, the worse they felt on my skin. I was going to have marks, maybe even sores.