Chapter 141
It was getting darker with each wave of air that drifted through the now silent room. A glance at the clock ticking slowly told me it was past six, making it twenty-five minutes since she had been out.
A sigh from the side of the room drew my attention back to where she was. I turned to her with a distinct smirk on my face.
“Good to see that you finally decided to join the party.”
I listened as she strained against the makeshift straps, realization settling in-
“Richard, what are you doing? Let me go this minute!” she strained again.
All her actions created a sense of control; she looked around, becoming more aware of her surroundings. When her gaze caught the blue lights from the camera angled in front of her, a deep sigh escaped her lungs.
“Please, Richard, just stop all of this, this moment!” Her voice this time was helpless.
“How does it feel to seem so helpless, huh?”
She glanced at me over her shoulder, and the fearful look in her eyes-unsure but hot-rushed all the tension and adrenaline through my nerves.
Shrieking, she tried to pull away when my dick pressed against her ass. I was consumed by the desire for control at that moment when I was still teasing her with my dick as she lay.
The anger in me had dissolved into a sense of desire, leaving my body tight and throbbing with a consuming lust.
I pulled away and smirked hard, only to smack her ass-she flinched as my palm came down hard on her ass, leaving a red print. After two more smacks, I could hear her whimpering.
Not satisfied, I reached for my jeans lying carelessly on the floor and pulled out my belt. I flexed the leather, drawing more whimpers from her.
When it came down on her naked skin, it was hard yet gentle-
She exhaled a ragged breath with each lash she received from the belt over her ass. I could see whelps forming as she whimpered more loudly from pain and pleasure.
From the fear that someone might hear us, I stopped my assault on her ass. I molded the soft flesh to fit my palms before slapping it right where the whelps were, watching as her hips arched for more. I tugged at her now-ruffled hair, trailing to the small of her back.
I couldn’t stop myself from pulling it until she arched her back against me. I gave her a bite first at the side of her neck, then on her bare cheek, as I fingered her from behind, hard and fast.
The room was filled with my ragged breath and her pleasurable cries as she moaned and rocked back against me. I wanted to make her come right there on my finger again; the thought of it made my balls ache.
I slapped her ass again, this time firm and hard.
“Fuck me! Take me, Richard Parker. Make me your sex slave,” she bemoaned heartily.
My gaze fell to the camera still lighting the dimly lit room, and a satisfactory smile grew on my lips.
“You want this, don’t you?” I demanded.
“Can you just get on with this and quit-” I pushed a finger inside her asshole, and she cried out in pain, “Oh, fuck!”
A tear from her eyes glittered in the darkness as her ass ring clenched down on me so tightly. I groaned and pulled my fingers free, sniffing at them before pushing them in again.
I was done playing games; at this moment, I could feel my cock all hard and erect.
When I rubbed the head of my cock against her pussy from behind, she pushed it hard against me. I could feel the heat in her soul almost scorching me, as well as a tremble coursing through her, and her fingers gripped the side of the table.
“You want this, don’t you?” I asked coarsely.
“Yes. Fuck me, Richard Parker.”
“I know you want this… You’re so goddamn!”
I pushed two fingers simultaneously into her pussy, feeling her wetness as I fucked her, just as I had imagined in my several comics.
She finally relaxed, crying, and she had to moan equally each time I slid in. I watched for her reaction while sliding in farther.
“Fuck me harder.”
My eyes closed for a second as I pulled out of her ass and into her pussy. She gripped the table with her last strength as I fucked her hard and fast.
She was so tight; I could feel every wall in her pussy constricting as I ached for more. She rocked back against me, and I gave her more, pulling out before slowly pushing back in.
When she was slow, I slapped her ass in frustration, and when the pussy walls clenched around me, it was instinctive.
She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes wet with tears, her ass red with welts from my torture, her gaze settling on each lazy thrust.
Her head fell forward, and the sight of her whimpering as she tried to control her orgasm filled my soul. Her orgasm came with her shaking violently, but still, I wouldn’t pull away.
At that moment, I was lost – I grabbed her waist as my nails dug in.
She was panting as I fucked her faster. I felt her heart pounding, her fingers gripping the table, her breath shallow.
I could feel my rapid motion consuming me with the heavy scent of sweat and the sweetness of our sex.
As I neared my climax, I bit down on her neck and sucked, leaving another mark behind. I grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it in my hand as I came hard into her pussy.
With a moan, her head lolled backward as she came simultaneously.
I pulled out again, and this time I thrust back in at an angle that hit her G-spot. She was squirting clear liquid over the floor, visibly shaken.