Page 36 of Wicked Love


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Taking a sip of my neat vodka, I walk up to her and slip my finger under her chin. I tip her face up to mine; I stare down at her as I speak. “You’re going to follow every command I give you. No questions. No complaints. Understood?”

“Yes.” She nods against my hand.

“Good.” I release her chin, turn my back to her, and begin opening drawers to find what I need for tonight. “If you want your cunt to be wet, you should get your fingers to work.”

She tentatively slides a finger between her thighs, before returning my attention back to the open drawer before me. Pulling out a wand, I close the drawer.

Her fingers work industriously between her legs as I cross the room to her. Light pants and moans fall from her lips as I reach her. Bending down until my face is inches from hers, I drop the wand between her knees.

“Clean your fingers and use it.”

Lifting her hands to her mouth, she parts her lips and lays two fingers on her tongue. Circling her lips around them, she moans so incessantly as she sucks that I hold back the urge to roll my eyes at the act she’s putting on.

She’s nothing like Cora, always enjoying everything I demand of her.

“You don’t need to pretend you love the taste of your cunt. I didn’t ask if you were enjoying yourself. And if I had any interest in knowing what it tasted like, I’d have your thighs wrapped around my head.” I sneer at her. “Now, use the fucking wand like you were told.”

She looks like a scolded schoolgirl as she pulls her fingers from her mouth and picks up the wand. Fumbling with it for a minute, she turns it on to the lowest setting and nestles the vibrating head against her cunt.

Her thighs twitch as she settles into the feel of it. Sipping my drink with one hand, I continue to watch her as I use the other to undo my belt buckle. With my belt hanging from the front of my pants, I finish off the last of my vodka before tossing the empty glass onto the bed.

“Turn it up,” I demand, gripping the buckle of my belt and pulling it from my pants. She immediately follows my command. Her whimpers grow louder as I loop my belt around her neck and cinch the leather through the buckle before pulling it snugly to her skin.

Holding the wand firmly between her thighs with one hand, she reaches up and swipes over my semi-hard cock through my pants. Her orgasm surprises her, and she grips it firmly as she comes hard from the vibrations of the wand. I tug at the belt, drawing it tighter around her throat, and hiss, “Did I say you could fucking touch me?”

“No.” She forces out the word.

“Then remove your fucking hand.” I tug again, “And for thinking you can, turn it up higher.”

Pulling her hand from me, she clicks the button, and her whole body shakes from the vibrations. Her thighs tremble, and she fights to hold the wand where it belongs.

“Take every orgasm you can from it—” My words are interrupted by the screams of her violent release, her thighs squeezing around the wand as her whole body convulses.

“Higher.”

“I can?—”

“I didn’t ask if you could handle it.” I pull the belt a little tighter. “I don’t plan on laying a finger on you, but I have a fucking reputation to uphold here. I need to leave you a spent fucking mess.”

Swallowing hard, she pushes the button on the wand. She winces at the strength of the highest setting, and my cock throbs at the thought of forcing her to take more. She pulls the wand from her cunt, and I yank the leather in my hand, cinching the belt even tighter until she puts the wand back between her thighs.

Every muscle in her body is tight and shaking violently as she repeatedly tries to scream through the belt that’s cutting off her air. Her ass and thighs clench and release as her hips buck wildly against the floor.

“Even now, watching you struggle to breathe as you writhe in blissful agony, you aren’t who I want to fuck.” I rub my hand over my cock. It’s hard.

But not for her…

My eyes might be focused on watching her convulse against the wand I’m forcing her to hold against her cunt, but my mind isn’t here. Every thought running through my mind involves slipping into bed with Cora when I get home.

Sliding my cock into her tight, slick cunt.

Relentless strokes of my cock until she’s coming undone beneath me.

Fucking her until she’s spent, and I’m dripping from her.

“Let me.” She trembles the words as her body vibrates harder than the wand on her clit.

“You don’t deserve my fucking cock.” I drop the belt and leave her trembling on the floor. “You’re nothing more than my fucking fluffer tonight.”

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