can be for punishment too?”
“It can, can it? Tell me…Dr. Sofia…why do I want to tie you up and do sexual things to you that make you cry?”
Sofia’s heart raced as she felt his cock thicken. Ooookayyyy. “Well…maybe because that’s what you feel like was done to you? Like…you were tied up and helpless? And…you want to do the same back, you want to hurt…the one that…” she swallowed, gathering her courage. “The one that cares for you and…” Shit the love confession burning her throat and chest seemed too soon. “And stuff.”
He slowly brought his arms behind his head and then tilted it, regarding her with suspicious eyes. “And stuff,” he murmured, his cock jerking at the word and making her swallow a gasp. She gave a small nod.
“Where did you study psychology for the emotionally and mentally disturbed?”
She chewed her lower lip. “I just…kinda Googled it.”
His brows raised. “Kinda Googled it?”
“There’s…tons of information about it.”
“Oh, I can only imagine.”
“Reputable…sites.”
“No doubt.” He shifted his hips, and Sofia tightened around his erection that seemed to be getting more erect by the millisecond. “Why are you searching this Sofia?”
The look on his face sent guilt and desire snaking along her spine. There was nothing to hide, really. “Because I care.” For all her effort, the intended casual words squeaked out.
“And stuff.”
She nodded then gasped when he shifted his hips again, forcing himself deeper inside.
He lowered his gaze, slowly, locking them on her breasts. “Why don’t you just ask me Sofia, and I’ll tell you all about it.” He lifted his gaze lazily back to hers.
How convenient was that? Only why was she suddenly not wanting to ask. Possibly had something to do with his initial confession about the whole tying her up and making her cry thing. But then… “What do you want? To do I mean.” Shit, sounded like an offering. “I mean, whatever you want to do, we could…like tweak it? Like I did with my um…desserts? Good but…not bad?”
His gaze heated to a thousand degrees, his jaw moving like his tongue might be restless. “What if it’s the bad…that I find so good?”
Okay, heart racing now. “What if…we could make it feel like it’s bad…but it be good?”
“Sofia…”
He said her name like the magic word. Full of sensual reverence and awe, calling up her desire to be whatever he needed her to be, do what he needed her to do. It set her limbs to quivering at what all that might be. “I mean…we could try?”
“Come here.”
He sat there, his hands now sliding along her thighs. She leaned in to him, guessing that’s what he’d meant. When she was close, he pulled her head to his chest and held her in a tight embrace. She finally began to relax into his body.
His hands slid down her sides and stopped at her hips. He slowly tightened his hold until his fingers bit and Sofia gasped when he thrust his hips once. “You would do that for me?” He slid one hand over her butt, and dipped between her spread cheeks with a finger then applied a circular pressure where she’d never dreamed of being touched.
“Yes,” she gasped, face on his shoulder, her body clamping down in reflex.
“Are you sure…you can?” He stroked his cock in and out of her now, that pressure on her butt making her moans get louder. It was a different sensation but not altogether bad. She gasped and cried out when he penetrated her ass with the tip of his finger. “Fuck, you like that, I can feel it in your pussy.” He continued with tiny in and out probing while he flicked his hips faster, his breath now ragged.
“Yes, yes.” She’d agree to drinking acid at that point, just so he didn’t stop.
“Play with yourself while I fuck you, Sofia.”
Sofia obliged, happily.
“Mmmm, that’s it. Rub your sweet clit for me,” he whispered in her ear. “You like when I fuck you like this?”
“God
“It can, can it? Tell me…Dr. Sofia…why do I want to tie you up and do sexual things to you that make you cry?”
Sofia’s heart raced as she felt his cock thicken. Ooookayyyy. “Well…maybe because that’s what you feel like was done to you? Like…you were tied up and helpless? And…you want to do the same back, you want to hurt…the one that…” she swallowed, gathering her courage. “The one that cares for you and…” Shit the love confession burning her throat and chest seemed too soon. “And stuff.”
He slowly brought his arms behind his head and then tilted it, regarding her with suspicious eyes. “And stuff,” he murmured, his cock jerking at the word and making her swallow a gasp. She gave a small nod.
“Where did you study psychology for the emotionally and mentally disturbed?”
She chewed her lower lip. “I just…kinda Googled it.”
His brows raised. “Kinda Googled it?”
“There’s…tons of information about it.”
“Oh, I can only imagine.”
“Reputable…sites.”
“No doubt.” He shifted his hips, and Sofia tightened around his erection that seemed to be getting more erect by the millisecond. “Why are you searching this Sofia?”
The look on his face sent guilt and desire snaking along her spine. There was nothing to hide, really. “Because I care.” For all her effort, the intended casual words squeaked out.
“And stuff.”
She nodded then gasped when he shifted his hips again, forcing himself deeper inside.
He lowered his gaze, slowly, locking them on her breasts. “Why don’t you just ask me Sofia, and I’ll tell you all about it.” He lifted his gaze lazily back to hers.
How convenient was that? Only why was she suddenly not wanting to ask. Possibly had something to do with his initial confession about the whole tying her up and making her cry thing. But then… “What do you want? To do I mean.” Shit, sounded like an offering. “I mean, whatever you want to do, we could…like tweak it? Like I did with my um…desserts? Good but…not bad?”
His gaze heated to a thousand degrees, his jaw moving like his tongue might be restless. “What if it’s the bad…that I find so good?”
Okay, heart racing now. “What if…we could make it feel like it’s bad…but it be good?”
“Sofia…”
He said her name like the magic word. Full of sensual reverence and awe, calling up her desire to be whatever he needed her to be, do what he needed her to do. It set her limbs to quivering at what all that might be. “I mean…we could try?”
“Come here.”
He sat there, his hands now sliding along her thighs. She leaned in to him, guessing that’s what he’d meant. When she was close, he pulled her head to his chest and held her in a tight embrace. She finally began to relax into his body.
His hands slid down her sides and stopped at her hips. He slowly tightened his hold until his fingers bit and Sofia gasped when he thrust his hips once. “You would do that for me?” He slid one hand over her butt, and dipped between her spread cheeks with a finger then applied a circular pressure where she’d never dreamed of being touched.
“Yes,” she gasped, face on his shoulder, her body clamping down in reflex.
“Are you sure…you can?” He stroked his cock in and out of her now, that pressure on her butt making her moans get louder. It was a different sensation but not altogether bad. She gasped and cried out when he penetrated her ass with the tip of his finger. “Fuck, you like that, I can feel it in your pussy.” He continued with tiny in and out probing while he flicked his hips faster, his breath now ragged.
“Yes, yes.” She’d agree to drinking acid at that point, just so he didn’t stop.
“Play with yourself while I fuck you, Sofia.”
Sofia obliged, happily.
“Mmmm, that’s it. Rub your sweet clit for me,” he whispered in her ear. “You like when I fuck you like this?”
“God
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