“You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?” I growl out. She whimpers against my leather glove but nods quickly. “If I move my hand, you won’t scream? Because I swear baby, I’ll give you something else to scream about if you make a noise.” She nods again, even faster this time, and I grin behind my mask. She’s definitely excited.
I move my hand and she doesn’t make a sound. We stay like that for a moment, faces close together, our harsh panting mingling in the otherwise quiet room. “You know what to say if you want this to stop?”
She nods again but keeps her mouth shut. “Say the word so I know you remember it,” I urge her. This is no time for uncertainty—if we’re going to do this, we both need to be sure.
“Red,” she whispers and fuck, I can hear desire in her voice even in that one word.
“Anything else I’m going to ignore,” I tell her, a rush of blood heading to my cock. “You whimper, you beg, you tell me to stop—I don’t give a shit. I’m taking what I want tonight.” She moans, legs shifting under me, and I know she’s searching for some friction. I can’t wait to find out how turned on she is.
I lean in close to her ear. “But you say red and it stops, understand? If you need a break, if you need to pause, you say red. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand,” she says, her voice so needy it makes me groan into her ear. I can’t fucking wait to be inside her.
But first we’re going to play.
I grab the knife from the table, holding it up so she can see it. Her sharp intake of air sounds so beautifully scared. “I’ve been watching you, did you know that?” I ask calmly, slipping into my role. “Out there in the city, so fucking gorgeous and so unprotected. The first time I saw you I knew I was going to do this. You’re too beautiful to resist.
“Please,” she gasps. “Are you going to hurt me?”
“We’ll see.” I bring the knife to her chest, watching her eyes the whole time. She’s scared, clearly, and very turned on. The best combination I can imagine. Quickly, I slip the blade under her sleep tank and cut it cleanly down the center. She whimpers as I pull the scraps of fabric away, revealing her to me.
“Fuck, your tits are pretty,” I growl, reaching out to flick one of her rapidly hardening nipples. “I’ve been dreaming about them.” She pulls at her restraints and I laugh. “You’re not getting out of this, sweetheart. I’ve been waiting too long to have you.”
I move to do the same with her sleep shorts and she kicks at me, just narrowly missing my face. I raise an eyebrow. She wants to play, huh?
I pull the blindfold from my pocket and fasten it around her eyes before flipping her to her front, causing her arms to cross over her head. I tied those ropes good and tight, and there’s no way my knots are coming lose. “I can make this harder on you, if that’s what you want.” I spank her through the thin cotton of her sleep shorts, relishing the smacking sound in the quiet, dark room. “You can kick and fight all you want, you can cry and beg, but I’m getting in that cunt tonight.”
She moans into the pillow and I grin. I like that she’s turned on enough to have a hard time staying in character. I bring the knife to her shorts and remove them the same way I did the top. Her ass is perfect in the moonlight, pale and plump. She struggles some more while I’m distracted by her ass, tugging at the restraints.
I spank her again, then once more, before slipping a finger between her legs. She cries out. “Oh, please, not that?—”
“Shut up,” I growl as I thrust my fingers inside her perfect pussy. If there was any doubt she was turned on by this, it’s decimated by the way she’s soaking my fingers.
“I can’t wait to get my dick in here,” I growl, thrusting roughly to make her whimper into the pillow. “But you’re going to have to wait for that.”
I flip her again, onto her back, and sit on her thighs to keep her from kicking. I take in the sight of her, chest rising rapidly as she pants, eyes covered, her hands once again extended straight above her head, hair a messy halo on the white pillows.
“Fucking gorgeous,” I mutter, reaching for my belt. She whimpers when she hears the sound of the buckle and tugs at her restraints but I don’t stop. I get my dick out, not bothering to take my pants off. Staying clothed while she’s naked and restrained makes the whole thing seem more primal, more filthy.
I crawl over her, straddling her shoulders. “I’m fucking this pretty face,” I say, relishing her little squeak of dismay. “Open your mouth.” She shakes her head so I grab her cheeks, squeezing and forcing them open. “I thought you were going to be sweet for me,” I tsk. “Maybe you need to learn a lesson, huh?”
I thrust my dick into her mouth and I swear, I could come right this second. She so warm and wet, her lips looking incredible stretched around my length. There’s something about this position, towering over her like she’s my prey, her arms extended over her head and restrained, my cock plunging into her mouth—I feel like I might lose my mind.
“That’s so good,” I gasp, thrusting deeper into her throat. She gags and I groan. “So fucking good.”
I look down. As hot as it is to have her blindfolded, I need to see her eyes. So I rip the mask off and groan when I see her wide, watering eyes. “I might have to break in here again,” I say. “No way one night with this body will be enough. Or maybe I’ll take you home with me. Keep you tied up so I can use you whenever I want.”
Fuck. I was just trying to stay in character but saying those words has my hips snapping forward with greater urgency. The thought of Kensie in my house, where I can take care of her, where she’s always available to me, has white hot fire shooting through me. I’m pumping faster now, going deeper, unable to help myself, unable to stop, her gagging just spurring me on.
I’m seconds from coming down her throat before I pull away, gasping as she tries to catch her breath. I sneer down at her.“You were trying to make me come, weren’t you?” I ask, gripping her chin. “With that perfect little mouth and tight throat. Those pretty watering eyes. You thought this would be over if I came in your mouth, didn’t you?”
She shakes her head, but I only laugh, sliding down her body and wedging myself between her splayed thighs. “Nice try, sweetheart. But you’re not getting away with just a blow job tonight. I told you I wanted this pussy and I’m going to have it.”
I don’t give her any time to prepare herself before I’m pushing into her. Somehow, she feels even better than the other times we’ve done this. Maybe it’s the game we’re playing or maybe it’s the conversation we had earlier, when she agreed to let me take a larger role in her life. Or maybe it’s just Kensie, fucking perfect for me in every way.
I stay on my knees as I fuck into her, wanting to watch what I’m doing to her body. It’s indescribably hot, her tits bouncing, arms stretched high over her head. She’s trying to keep up the game by whimpering and shaking her head, but her moans are growing louder, more frequent.
“I want you to come,” I growl. “Won’t that be embarrassing for you? To realize that you came over some stranger’s dick? That you fell apart for an intruder in your own bed?”
