Page 83 of Prettiest Psycho


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“It’s a good thing you do,” I say, my voice gravelly as I kneel on the bed so that I can wrap the silk tights around her neck. I don’t have an asphyxiation kink, but I have a feeling that she does. Or at the very least, she’ll get off on the combination of helplessness and pain.

She’s wriggling, her muffled pleas adorable, her back arching off the bed as I secure the tights with a slipknot. I tug on it to check that it’s tight enough to restrict her breathing, and then I slap her breasts.

Her hips buck up off the bed as she gasps.

I grip her hips so that she can’t move and watch as her skin blushes and burns. Her fucking gorgeous body is on display for me and I can do anything I want to it. She’s mine. This is my playground. But I don’t hurry. I want her wrung out with pleasure.

I’m so fucking hard that if I move too fast I’ll come before I’ve even started to play, so I sit back and admire her. Take my time with her, learning the curves of her body with my tongue, nipping her skin so that she twitches and shakes under me. I’m going to learn all her little nuances, all her triggers, all the ways I can please her.

I run my tongue down her chest, my hands roaming freely over her glorious body. “You’re mine,” I say, biting her breast. “Say it, Sugar.”

“I’m yours,” she gasps, her voice breathless and desperate.

“And this is my pussy,” I whisper in her ear as the heat of my hand lands on her mound, cupping her. “Say it.”

“Your pussy,” she tells me. “Yours.”

I pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger, rolling and tugging the piercing as I press my lips to her ear. “And is this my clit?” I say.

“Yes,” she moans, her body going limp. “It’s yours.”

“What are we going to do with this pussy?” I ask her.

“Fuck it,” she whispers. “Make it come.”

I drag my finger slowly through her wetness, dragging it from her entrance, to the tip of her clit and then back again. “How?”

“Please,” she begs, her hips arching up to meet my hand.

I smack her. “Say it,” I say, “Say how you want me to fuck you, Sugar, or I’ll stop.”

“Use your fingers,” she tells me, squirming. “Please, use your fingers.”

I bring my wet fingers up to her mouth and she sucks them clean. “Good girl,” I praise. She preens.

I drag my fingers back down to her entrance, and she pulls against her binds. She’s so fucking hot like this, unable to move. Her arms are bound to the bed and she’s trying so fucking hard not to move her hips. It’s ridiculous.

She’s grinding against my hand, her breath coming out in desperate gasps. “Please,” she’s begging me, “please.”

I drag my fingers through her wetness and bring them to her clit, spending a moment teasing her. She’s so fucking tight that I know I’d never last long inside her, but I’m going to make it good for her.

I slide one finger inside her, stroking slowly in and out, careful to find the spot that makes her back arch and her nails claw at the bed.

I push a second finger inside her and she moans, her breath coming faster. “You like this,” I tell her, my movements still slow and steady. “You like me fucking you like this.”

“Please,” she moans, “please, harder.”

I give her what she wants, pulling my fingers out and replacing them with a single, hard thrust, my palm slamming down on her clit.

She comes like that, completely undone, her screams muffled by me pulling on the noose around her neck, her back arching, her body shuddering. I hold still, trying to catch my breath.

I don’t want to come yet, but I’m so fucking hard it hurts. I want to push my cock inside her and thrust until I empty inside her. But I want her bound and gagged on the bed when I do. I want her to see who’s fucking her. Next time.

“Well done, darlin’,” I coo. “Time for another.”

I don’t give her time to recover or protest. Slamming my fingers back into her, I bite down on her nipple and she screams. Her walls clamp down around me and her muscles spasm. I repeat the action on her other nipple, drawing her orgasm out. When she turns to jelly beneath me, I slow my fingers pumping into her but add a third to stretch her. She whimpers.

“Honey, please, no more.”

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