feet pad across the hardwood floor.
When I feel the silk material being tied around my right ankle and then anchored spreading me open it evokes panic to jolt through me and thrum through my veins. The panic causes me to struggle for breath.
The palpable change in me seems to go unnoticed by Wesley, his movements never pausing as he continues binding my left ankle to the opposite side of the bed, spreading me even wider.
He walks until he is standing directly over me before a smile curls his lips, “Perfectly flayed— bare open for my eyes to see, and visually worship every delicious curve and line of your exquisite fucking body.”
I can barely make his words out around the sound blood rushing in my ears.
A mantra, or chant starts battering it’s way around inside my mind: I can’t do this. I can’t do this. Make him stop, tell him to stop. I can’t fucking do this, say it! Scream it goddamn it! RUST!
“Shhh… Ms. Reese, open you eyes and look at me right this second.” I clench my eyes tighter, and pull my lips into my mouth before biting down on them and shaking my head back and forth. My chest is heaving, my nose flaring, I can’t breathe. There isn’t enough oxygen.
I can’t do this. I can’t do this. Tell him to stop. I can’t fucking do this, say it! Scream it! RUST!
SMACK! My eyes fly open and I gasp, pulling blessed air into my lungs. He just slapped the fuck out of my… “Did you just slap my pussy? Did you just open-palm slap the fuck out of my pussy?!”
His face mirrors the devils with that wicked damn grin dancing across as he slides his hands from my ankles to the inside of my thighs before he looping each thigh over his arms and bringing his face an inch away from my core. His hands rest on my abdomen and he glances down before his shoulders nudge me completely exposed, “It fucking worked, didn’t it? You piped the fuck down.” He growls through his teeth before licking me, splitting my bare folds wide open.
“Holy shit!” I cry out. My head pushes into the mattress and my neck arches bringing my back clear off the bed. His fingers link across my lower belly and his hands still my lower half from bucking away from his talented tongue. He shoves his tongue inside me before swirling it around and lapping up the wetness caused by his brilliantly skilled mouth. When his teeth and lips clamp down around my clit and suck it into his mouth my vision fucking tunnels.
I vaguely hear myself moaning the words, “Oh my God!” His finger slides inside of me knuckle deep and crooks, thrusting in sync with the rhythm of his tongue sucking and flicking my sensitive clit.
“Gawddammit!” The scream rips from my throat as sheer, unmitigated euphoria swallows me whole, pulling me further under than ever before.
Seconds, minutes, hell hours could’ve passed before I feel myself surfacing. However long it was, it was long enough for Wesley to release me from my silken restraints and turn me onto my stomach.
His fingertips bite into the flesh of my hips before he raises my ass up, “Jesus fucking Christ, Stella.” He groans before shoving his head between my legs from behind, I feel his nose between my ass cheeks as his tongue swipes, lapping up cum from my pussy. His hot breath puffs against my swollen wet flesh, “If pussy were a food, and I could live off cunt alone I would never leave this fucking table, I swear to Christ.”
He moves, standing behind me to his full height before leaning down, “One more fucking taste,” He licks me from clit to asshole then grasps my hips, bruising them with his massive hands. “Now.” His hands slide from my hips and smoothly circle each globe of my ass before running them slowly up my back, his tongue follows in his hands wake circling and tracing each of my vertebrae until his hands meet my shoulders and grip them tightly.
His mouth stops between my shoulder blades and he roughly whispers against my skin, “Now, Ms. Reese,” his stomach
When I feel the silk material being tied around my right ankle and then anchored spreading me open it evokes panic to jolt through me and thrum through my veins. The panic causes me to struggle for breath.
The palpable change in me seems to go unnoticed by Wesley, his movements never pausing as he continues binding my left ankle to the opposite side of the bed, spreading me even wider.
He walks until he is standing directly over me before a smile curls his lips, “Perfectly flayed— bare open for my eyes to see, and visually worship every delicious curve and line of your exquisite fucking body.”
I can barely make his words out around the sound blood rushing in my ears.
A mantra, or chant starts battering it’s way around inside my mind: I can’t do this. I can’t do this. Make him stop, tell him to stop. I can’t fucking do this, say it! Scream it goddamn it! RUST!
“Shhh… Ms. Reese, open you eyes and look at me right this second.” I clench my eyes tighter, and pull my lips into my mouth before biting down on them and shaking my head back and forth. My chest is heaving, my nose flaring, I can’t breathe. There isn’t enough oxygen.
I can’t do this. I can’t do this. Tell him to stop. I can’t fucking do this, say it! Scream it! RUST!
SMACK! My eyes fly open and I gasp, pulling blessed air into my lungs. He just slapped the fuck out of my… “Did you just slap my pussy? Did you just open-palm slap the fuck out of my pussy?!”
His face mirrors the devils with that wicked damn grin dancing across as he slides his hands from my ankles to the inside of my thighs before he looping each thigh over his arms and bringing his face an inch away from my core. His hands rest on my abdomen and he glances down before his shoulders nudge me completely exposed, “It fucking worked, didn’t it? You piped the fuck down.” He growls through his teeth before licking me, splitting my bare folds wide open.
“Holy shit!” I cry out. My head pushes into the mattress and my neck arches bringing my back clear off the bed. His fingers link across my lower belly and his hands still my lower half from bucking away from his talented tongue. He shoves his tongue inside me before swirling it around and lapping up the wetness caused by his brilliantly skilled mouth. When his teeth and lips clamp down around my clit and suck it into his mouth my vision fucking tunnels.
I vaguely hear myself moaning the words, “Oh my God!” His finger slides inside of me knuckle deep and crooks, thrusting in sync with the rhythm of his tongue sucking and flicking my sensitive clit.
“Gawddammit!” The scream rips from my throat as sheer, unmitigated euphoria swallows me whole, pulling me further under than ever before.
Seconds, minutes, hell hours could’ve passed before I feel myself surfacing. However long it was, it was long enough for Wesley to release me from my silken restraints and turn me onto my stomach.
His fingertips bite into the flesh of my hips before he raises my ass up, “Jesus fucking Christ, Stella.” He groans before shoving his head between my legs from behind, I feel his nose between my ass cheeks as his tongue swipes, lapping up cum from my pussy. His hot breath puffs against my swollen wet flesh, “If pussy were a food, and I could live off cunt alone I would never leave this fucking table, I swear to Christ.”
He moves, standing behind me to his full height before leaning down, “One more fucking taste,” He licks me from clit to asshole then grasps my hips, bruising them with his massive hands. “Now.” His hands slide from my hips and smoothly circle each globe of my ass before running them slowly up my back, his tongue follows in his hands wake circling and tracing each of my vertebrae until his hands meet my shoulders and grip them tightly.
His mouth stops between my shoulder blades and he roughly whispers against my skin, “Now, Ms. Reese,” his stomach
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