I press a kiss to her belly, teasing her pussy by circling around it. She seems to be relaxing a bit, her eyes slowly closing, her breathing returning to normal. Her hands loosen around the cuffs, and the muscles in her legs relax as I slowly ease her into it. The knife next to her face serves as a reminder of what happens if she tries to defy me, and it’s keeping her on high alert. Good. I want her sweating and fearing, only for lust to take over completely, just as it should be.
I bring my mouth closer to her pussy, lowering myself with care as I make a trail with my tongue. Her body rises up to meet my lips, desperate for more when I plant a kiss on top of her eager pussy.
“Hmm … Your pussy is my breakfast,” I muse, licking up her wetness. “You taste so damn sweet, Princess. I could do this all day long.”
She moans appreciatively, which makes me chuckle a little. Even when she tries to resist, it’s impossible. I know what her body needs to get off … and what her mind needs to get wicked with me. She craves the danger I’m pulling her into, and she can’t help but succumb to my touch.
I smother her pussy with kisses and licks, making her squirm underneath me. I love the taste of her sweet wetness, which is practically dripping on the floor.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” I murmur against her skin. “Like it so much, Princess?”
“Oh, god …” she mutters, biting her lip.
I grin. “How’s this for a dessert?”
I bury my face in her pussy and lick her until she starts to buck. The more I suck on her pretty little lips, the more she’s starting to get into it, moaning and gasping, getting my cock hard as a rock. It’s bursting out of my pants, hearing those sounds of hers. They’re making me crazy wild as I suckle on her clit, pushing her toward an orgasm. I want to taste it all and kiss her until she falls apart from my own fucking tongue. And even then, I’m not fucking done yet. I can’t fucking stop wanting to see her scrunch up the tablecloth, holding her breath in anticipation of what’s coming. I could do this forever; just fuck her until we’re both sated and there’s nothing left of us. No barriers, no boundaries, no lies, no nothing. Just us and sex. That’s it.
“Oh, fuck.” She moans out loud, trying to catch her breath as I devour her pussy.
“Yes, Princess?” I mumble, looking up at her face.
She licks her lips. “Oh, god.”
“Phoenix is good enough,” I say, smiling like a motherfucker.
She doesn’t even react because she’s too busy biting her lip, enjoying my tongue. So, I stop.
She looks up, angry like a motherfucking bear awakened from hibernation. “Why are you stopping?”
I place a finger on her clit. “I stop whenever I want to, Princess. I can do whatever the fuck I want, and you’d better remember it.”
“But …”
“But what?” I raise a brow.
“It was …”
“What?” When she doesn’t answer, I playfully slap her pussy, making her squeal and jolt up. “Say it!”
“Good!” she yelps.
“And what do we say, Princess?”
“Please?”
“Please what?”
“Please continue?” she mutters, fluttering her eyes.
I cock my head. “You know what I wanna hear.”
“Please … can I come?”
I smirk. “Good girl. See? It wasn’t that hard to admit.”
I slap her pussy again, just to hear her scream. Fuck, I love it when she does that. Then I dive back in, ravishing her like never before. She’s moaning so loud that my cock almost bursts from my pants, wanting to thrust into her. But I want to see her come apart from my mouth first, and I want to taste her juices when she does.
“Fuck, yes,” she moans, as I spread her legs, digging my fingers into her flesh.
“C’mon, Princess. Come all over my face,” I say. “Let me taste that sweet fear.”
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” she pants as I circle her clit until it starts to thump.
I cup her ass with both hands, pushing her further into my mouth. “Yes! Fucking come now,” I growl, nibbling her clit.
I can feel it pulsate, and her body convulses underneath me. I have to move one hand to hold her down as I lap her up, tasting all her wildness. I’m almost exploding in my pants. Fuck, this is so hot, watching her come all over my tongue. The things I can do to her amaze me, and it makes me want to keep doing them.
When I look up, I spot a tear running down her cheek.
“Are you crying, Princess?”
“No, it’s just … the emotions,” she says, laughing it off. “Ignore me.”
“No, I want to know why,” I say, putting my fists on the table, as I look her directly in the eyes.
She hesitates for a moment. “Well … I’ve never …”
“What?”
“This …” Her cheeks turn red as a strawberry.
I frown. “You mean nobody has ever licked your pussy?”
She chuckles. “Yes, Arthur did once, but it wasn’t this good.”
A smug smile appears on my face. “Well, damn. Did you just give me a compliment? That’s a first.”
She turns her head away in shame. “No. Forget about it.”
“Nuh-uh. I’m not letting you take that away.” I tap on my temple. “I’ll remember that for the rest of my life.” I laugh. “A fucking princess who’s never been royally licked. Well, that’s a first.”
She rolls her eyes and sighs, but I know deep down she knows I’m right. I’m giving her everything she always wanted … everything she never had. She passed up on all of it, just because she married some cheating bastard. All for the money. And now look at her, begging for my tongue. I think I’ll go make her beg some more, just because I feel like it.
I rip down my zipper and take off my pants and boxer shorts in one go, letting my cock spring free. Her eyes gorge on it, focusing on the barbell in the head. I like flaunting my assets.
I pull her ass closer to me and slap her inner thighs. “Wider.”
She parts her legs, allowing me entry. I’m not sure why she’s not protesting, but I don’t give a fuck, either. She’s probably learned to listen, so it’ll be over quicker. That and she’s probably starting to like what I do, even though she won’t admit it.
I slide my cock into her wet pussy with ease. When I hit the bottom, my cock pulsates with need. Fuck, she feels so good without anything between us. Her wet flesh against my hard-on is like a dream come true. Fucking her without any restraints is what I’ve wanted all this time.
I thrust into her, holding her knees as I pull in and out, looking her in the eye while I take her pussy with force. Her eyes don’t break the contact, continuously gazing at me as I claim her. Her tongue quickly darts out to lick her lips, confirming my suspicion that she’s enjoying this. So I thrust a little deeper, causing her to moan.
“Like it when I bury my cock in your pussy, Princess? Such a naughty girl, moaning like that.”
“No,” she says.
I slap the inside of her thigh, causing her to squeal. “Don’t lie to me.”
“Fine, yes,” she says, coughing.
“You would fuck me yourself if you had the opportunity.”
“If I wasn’t chained up like an animal,” she sneers.
“If you weren’t already being ravaged by an animal,” I add, thrusting in again so she’d moan out loud. “Face it, sweet cheeks. We’re both animals here.”
She doesn’t respond, but another thrust has her gasping for air, so I know I’m right. She wants this as much as I do. And fuck, does it feel good to claim her pussy on the fucking kitchen table, no-holds-barred. I love that look on her face, as if she’s desperate for my cum. I guess she didn’t have to do much fucking in her previous relationship. Well, that’s over now. She has me, and I’m not fucking going anywhere anytime soon.
She moans. “Fuck, I can’t … ah, I can’t hold it.”
“Keep. It. Together,” I growl, thrusting into her with each syllable. “This is my pussy, got that? My fuck hole and I’ll be the one to decide when you’re coming.”
“Yes!” she yelps, when I slap her inner thigh.
Her muscles contract around my length, applying delicious pressure to it and making me groan. I fuck her hard and fast until my cock begins to thump, ready to blow its load. However, I’m not ready to come yet. Oh no, I want to feel her tongue wrap around my cock first. Maybe, if she begs hard enough, I’ll come inside her. Although I can’t promise that it won’t be in her throat.
I take out my cock and walk to the side of the table while taking off my shirt, keeping my eyes on her face as she bites her lip at seeing me naked. I guess my ripped body has an effect on her even she can’t deny. What can I say? This is what happens when your job is killing people. You have to be fit and ready for anything.
I undo the straps around her legs and slide her further on the table until her head tilts backward. Then I tie her up again, this time to the front legs, making sure she’s unable to jump off and run. What I’m about to do to her will probably make her squirm, which is all the more fun.
As I stand in front of her face, I press my thumb on her chin and say, “Open up, sweet cheeks.”
She parts her lips and I bend over to give her a kiss. She gasps as I lick her tongue and groan into her mouth. I smirk when she blinks a couple of times. “Didn’t expect that?”
“I thought you were going to—”
“Oh, I definitely am. Don’t fucking worry about that, Princess.” I press another kiss to her lips. “But I wanted you to taste your own excitement first, just so you’d see that you can’t lie to me. Your pussy always tells the truth.”
She swallows as I stand up and rub her lips with my cock. The pre-cum is already dripping out, and I use it as lube on her lips. “I’m going to fuck your throat now, and you’re going to let me,” I say, pulling her face down. “Now open that mouth wide, Princess, or I’ll do it for you.”
Her lips open up, and I push the tip inside, avoiding her teeth as I sink into her mouth with ease. Her tongue feels so fucking sweet, so wet on my cock, that I almost come right there and then.
“Fuck me, Princess, you’re good at this,” I murmur, thrusting my cock down her throat.
I grab her throat with one hand and hold her down tight, fucking her face with everything I have. Fuck, it feels amazing. Her gagging and coughing sounds are exhilarating, only adding to the pleasure building up inside me.
I allow her a second to breathe, and her saliva smears all over her cheeks. “Look at the filthy mess you’re making, you dirty Princess,” I muse, grinning. Wonderful.
I let my hard-on slide back into her eager little throat. With fierceness, I grip her leash and pull it toward me, forcing her head to stay where it is; right in my fucking crotch. This leather thing allows for perfect maneuvering, and I love the feel of it and the amount of control I have over it. The exquisite look and feel, my band around her neck, this ring that signifies my ownership over her … it’s so fucking perfect. Like a fucking twisted fairy tale.
I shove my cock down her throat as far as I can until she’s out of breath and then pull out, only to ram it back into her again. God, my balls are bursting, and I’m so fucking eager to explode all over her. The only question is where.
I take my hard-on out of her mouth and smile down at her licking her lips. “Like the taste of my cock, sweet cheeks?”
“Salty,” she says.
“I bet you’d like more,” I muse, smearing my pre-cum mixed with her saliva on her lips. Fuck, she looks so pretty when her face is all fucked. So fucking filthy … it riles me up. I’ve dreamed for so long to see her like this … all wet and dirty. Just as it was supposed to be.
“Tell me, Princess, do you really think this is bad?”
“Bad? Yes,” she says, as I dip my cock in and out of her mouth.
I squint. “Do you think it’s really a punishment?”
She takes a breath, and a second passes before she answers. “There are worse things you could do to me.”
I laugh. “You … I knew you’d come around eventually.”
She smiles at me with such a cutesy smile that I just want to smother her.
So I do. With my balls.
“Suck on them,” I groan, as her tongue licks my sack. I jerk myself off on top of her while she cups them with her mouth, gently massaging them. “Fuck that feels good. And don’t you fucking bite or I swear to fucking god I’ll—”
“I won’t,” she murmurs between licks. “I promise.”
“Good. You’d better remember that knife and the fact that I love me some fucking royal blood.”
I let her suck my balls until I’m so far into it that I almost come right over her titties. But I want to savor this moment, make it lodge into both our memories so she knows what she’s been missing out on all these years.
After a few more jerks, I let my cock bounce out of my hand and step away from her. I grab her face and force her to look at me. “Tell me, sweet cheeks, where do you wanna have it?”
“Have what?”
“My cum, Princess. Your pretty mouth or your wet pussy. Choose.”
She flushes. “I don’t … I don’t want to choose.”
I slap her cheek, not too hard. “Choose. Or I’ll make the choice for you, and it won’t be so nice.”
She swallows. “Pussy.”
I cock my head and then lean forward to slap her mound, making her moan. “What did you say?”
“My pussy, please!”
“Beg,” I growl, stuffing my cock back into her mouth. She gargles from the sudden invasion, barely able to take it down as I thrust a few more times and take my hard-on out again.
She sucks in a huge breath. “Please, come in my pussy.”
“Hmm,” I groan, grabbing her throat again. “You want that cum in your tight hole?”
“No,” she says.
“No, what?” I slap her pussy again, and this time her whole body jolts up.
“I mean yes!”
“Good choice,” I say, smiling like a crazy son of a bitch.
Running my fingers through my hair, I walk to the other side of the table and untie her legs again so I can pull her toward me. I don’t even have to tie her down again because she automatically opens her legs for me and allows me in.
I don’t give her even one second to prepare before I bury my cock to the hilt inside her wetness, causing her to explode in a massive moan. Her muscles contract around my cock, making it thump with pleasure. Fuck, it feels so good to finally have her bare. She’s so fucking wet; I can’t even describe it.
“Holy shit,” she mutters, when I thrust into her deeply.
“More like holy fuck,” I muse.
“Fuck yes,” she adds, making me laugh a little.
“You’re a filthy one, you know that?” I say, thrusting a few more times, causing her to moan so loud that I think it could be heard miles away. “Always so fucking ready to take my cock like a good girl.”
“Oh, fuck me,” she moans, gripping her own leash with her cuffed hands.
“That eager, huh? You’re not fighting it anymore.”
“Do it,” she murmurs as I reach for the leash in her hands. “Take me.”
“Sweet cheeks,” I whisper, licking my lips. “I already fucking owned you long ago.”
I thrust into her three more times until my cock pulsates and her body starts to convulse.
She squeals. “Fuck! I’m coming!”
I slap her titty, causing her to buck. “You didn’t beg, Princess. Remember who this pussy belongs to. Me. So don’t you fucking come without asking ever again.”
I slap her other tit for good measure too, but it’s too late. I can feel her come because her pussy is milking my dick. And even though she didn’t ask for it, I’m giving her the satisfaction of enjoying another orgasm before I blow my load into her. Her overflowing wetness brings me to the brink, and with a big groan, I let go of all that pent-up lust.
“Here it comes, Princess. I’m going to fucking come inside your wet pussy,” I murmur, shooting my cum as far as I can. Her face turns from scrunched up into a full-on gasp as she falls apart underneath me, arching her back to come closer, intensifying my orgasm. Four spurts later, and my cum is literally dripping out of her as I take my semi-hard-on out of her spent pussy.
I slap her inner thighs, making her jolt up and slam her legs together.
“Keep that juice in there, Princess,” I muse, as I make my way toward her face to undo the tie I’d made using her hair. She lies still on the table, not moving an inch as I hold her leash and pull her up into a seated position. Her face is completely smashed. Not the ‘I had too much to drink’ type of smashed, but the ‘I was fucked so hard I can’t think straight’ type. And it makes me smile like a goddamn proud man. Fucking hell.
“I hope that was as good to you as it was to me,” I muse, making her lean in toward me.
She doesn’t respond, but her lip twitches.
“I know what you’re thinking,” I say.
“Oh, yeah? What then?” she sneers.
“That you fucking loved what I did, but you don’t want to admit it to yourself. You’re ashamed.”
“No,” she says, but she’s such a bad liar I can see straight through it.
“Liar,” I say.
She shrugs, so I grab her chin and force her to look at me. “Don’t you fucking shrug when I’m talking to you. I hate your lies. I hate everything about your behavior these last few years. And you should, too.”
“Who says I don’t?”
I frown, punching the table with my fist. “Then why didn’t you fucking change?”
“I did. I changed into something you didn’t like,” she says. “But I did it for you.”
I shake my head, unable to believe what she’s saying. Why the fuck is she saying this, anyway? What the fuck is the point in all of this?
“I never told you that I liked a fucking liar,” I say.
“Hmm … I disagree,” she muses. “You said it yourself. You like me better when I’m a naughty girl.”
My nose begins to twitch, as I’m starting to get really pissed off now. “That has nothing to do with you lying about all the things you did.”
“I lied to protect you,” she says. “No matter what you want to believe, that’s the truth.”
I sigh, shaking my head as I hold onto the table to stop myself from throwing her off instead. “Seriously, I’m this close,” I say, showing her my thumb and index finger close together, “to stuffing you back into that cage.”
She frowns, her eyes filling with tears. I can’t tell if they’re real or fake. “Why? Because you don’t want to hear the truth?”
“I don’t fucking care! You lied, and you keep doing it!” I yell.
She makes a face. “Look at you. Look at us. We’re screaming and shouting at each other.”
“Yeah, well that’s what you fucking get when you mess with me.”
“I didn’t mess with you, Phoenix,” she says, grabbing my hands, even though it’s hard when they’re cuffed. “I did it because I loved you, Miles.”
I grimace. “Don’t say that name ever again.”
“Why? Because it’s your real name?”
“Don’t say that you fucking loved me!” I yell, slamming the table, making her jolt up. “Stop fucking lying!”
“I did. I loved Miles. Remember that night? Prom?”
I pull the knife out of the table and threaten her with it. “Shut up! Shut the fuck up!”
“No. Remember, Miles.” She grabs my face, a tear running down her cheek. Fakeness and realness are blurring, and I can’t tell the two apart. She’s playing with my emotions, with my past, my memories, and I’m being sucked into a vortex of heartache and anger I can’t escape from.
“We used to love each other, Miles. I remember, and I know you do, too. What happened to us?”
“I said shut up,” I growl, taking her hands off me while still holding the knife. “I don’t want to hear it.”
“But you have to. This could all be different. I never wanted this, and neither did you.” She leans further in on her own, without me pulling the leash. “I remember what it was like to love you, and so do you. I know you still do, somewhere in that shriveled-up heart of yours.” She places her hand on my chest. “Think about that night. How I felt about you. How you thought about me. That’s the truth. The only truth.”
The only truth.
I wish it were as black and white as she’s making it out to be.
But I guess there are always two sides to the same story.
