I can hear my own voice quiver with an insatiable need as I whisper, breathless, my fingers curling into fists. I wince, my nails pressing into the palms of my hands so hard, leaving little red-pink crescents in my flesh. I know this, without looking. It’s not the first time the need in me has been so strong. Insatiable. That’s the word you love to tease me with. Your insatiable little fuck girl. I long to hear those words right now. I’m almost panting with desire, watching your face as you look up from your book, focusing on your eyes and the way one eyebrow lifts as you trap me in your gaze.
“Demanding little slut.”
I can’t help but moan at the way you draw out the last word, turning it into a soft hiss that ends suddenly, leaving each ragged breath of lust exposed. Helplessly, I wait like a deer trapped in headlights, unable to tear my gaze from your mouth nor able to quench the soft gasp of hope as I watch the tip of your tongue slide between your plump lips.
“Unbutton your shirt.”
I want to rip it off, sending buttons flying every which way.
“Slowly,” you smile, stretching the word out as you sit back, clasping your hands behind your head comfortably. You want a show and I want, more than anything, not to disappoint.
Swallowing, I nod, my heart pounding in my chest as I fumble at the buttons one at a time, revealing my flat tummy first, working my way up until my shirt hangs open, revealing my bra. I don’t even need to look to know that my nipples are making tents in the soft pink lace.
“Now. Ask again. This time, say please.”
“Spank me. Please?”
It’s all I can do to get the words out. The need is so strong that I’m trembling. I can feel the wetness soaking into my panties as your gaze travels over my chest, unconsciously licking your lips. You do your best to disguise the hunger, but I can sense it beneath your cool, in command, façade.
“Is your pussy wet?”
“Yes, Miss,” I manage, heat spreading through my cheeks at the admission and at the feral smile that follows. My heart skips a beat at the smile you flash me at the use of that particular word.
“What are you?”
“Your… insatiable little slut?” I croak out, hopefully.
“Mmhm.”
A murmur of agreement as you lean slightly forward, and fold your arms beneath your breasts with a pleased smile.
“Take off your top.”
Taking my time, wanting to please you, I push my collar aside, revealing my right shoulder and upper arm. Then the left, letting gravity do the rest. It slides slowly down my arms to the floor leaving me feeling vulnerable. It’s almost unbearable. Goosebumps freckle my flesh. I shiver uncontrollably despite how heated the air feels against my exposed flesh.
“I want to see your tits, slut.”
Pressing my lower lip between my teeth, I don’t bother to answer. I simply reach behind and unclasp my bra. Taking a deep breath, I am suddenly aware of the scent of my own cunt wafting from between my thighs. I can feel my panties clinging to my wet pussy. Shifting, I feel them slipping slightly between the lips of my labia.
“Keep your attention on me.”
Your rebuke is gentle, but there is no denying the command. Without realizing it I’d let my eyes close as ecstasy began to seep through me.
“Sorry,” I manage, much to your amusement.
“Your bra.”
“Yes, Miss.”
Without ceremony I push the straps over my collar bones and down my arms, leaving me naked from the waist up, my swollen nipples on display as I force myself to keep my arms at my side, hands gently kneading my thighs as you silently zero in on my tits, eyes narrowing in thought.
“They must ache.”
It wasn’t a question. I nod anyway, feeling my eyes glaze over a little as you crook your finger, drawing me closer, close enough so that you can blow on them, breath sending shivers of delight through me. I find myself longing for you to do more, to learn forward and take one between your lips and suck. Better yet, to take it between your teeth and bite down until I beg and cry for mercy. That would be less cruel than making me stand there, untouched.
“Skirt.”
It takes me a few moments to react, enthralled as I am, much to your amusement. Your rich chuckle, however, galvanizes me into motion. Reaching behind me, I clumsily unzip the modest cotton skirt and wiggle out of it, pushing it down past my thighs and letting it pool at my feet, my soaked panties on display.
“Slut.”
“Your slut, Miss.”
“Good girl. Mine.”
Your words almost predatory. Once again, you shift, this time sitting up straight, a single finger tap on your thigh all the instruction I need. It’s all I can do not to fling myself across your lap. I know better, though. As carefully as I can, I lower myself and shuffle on my knees, turning so that my belly presses against your waiting thigh, the thin cotton of your pants brushing against my trembling flesh.
“Mine,” you repeat, hand resting on my head, fingers splayed, slowly closing until you’re gripping my hair tightly. I am unable to stop myself from letting out a fevered moan.
“Up,” you command, barely giving me a chance to comply as you pull me over your thighs. I gasp with pain as I feel my hair tugging at my scalp, guiding me until my cunt, dripping with lust, is positioned between the juncture of your thighs, leaving my ass vulnerable.
“Palms and toes touching,” you chide, free hand resting casually on the back of one thigh, your nails raking lightly up and down, making me squirm. “And be still.”
I do my best to comply. It’s not perfect, but it satisfies you.
“Now, ask again.”
Nails continue to rake sensuously up and down my thigh, and then further up, over my ass cheeks, tracing along the line of my soiled panties, making my voice shake uncontrollably.
“Spank me, please, Miss?”
You peel my panties slowly off with one hand, pulling at my hair, forcing my head back. I let out a frustrated groan, biting down on my lip, fingers and toes curling as I grip the carpeting, needing to anchor myself as the cool air hits my overheated pussy. I feel my trapped juices flowing freely now, soaking into the material of your pants.
“Such a perfect ass.”
“Thank you, Miss.”
I mean to say more, but the words are driven out of me as the flat of your hand comes down hard on my ass. It’s not the gentle slap of a playful lover and it drives the breath from me. Pain radiates through my flesh like claws of hot steel. I let out a sharp scream as your hand comes down again. I can’t help but jerk my head, moaning as pain burns through my scalp as well.
“Fuck!” I manage. Tears well from my eyes and cling to my lashes. I can feel a little drool pooling at the corners of my mouth, leaking out as I cry out once more as your hand comes into contact with my already bruised flesh.
“Who is my dirty little fuck girl?”
“I am, Miss,” I manage as your palm falls once more. Fingers turn to claws as you grip my cheek. Your nails press into my tender flesh until I squirm uncontrollably despite my best intentions and I let out a muted yowl of pain.
“You want more?”
It’s a trick question. Or Is it? It’s impossible to think in this state. I choke out an answer, not even sure what it is. You laugh as your hand slides over my wet cunt, then slips between the cheeks of my ass. I feel them part, unable to protest as I feel a single finger probing at my anus, pressing against my loosening ring. I push back without even thinking about it, grunting as I feel it slip into my tight hole, your pussy soaked knuckles stretching it out as they pass.
“Fuck my finger.”
I don’t hesitate. I push back, forcing your finger deeper into my hole, grinding my desperate cunt against your thigh, waves of ecstasy crashing through me as my hips piston as fast as I can manage. I’d just needed to be spanked. Now I need to come.
“Harder.”
I put all my effort into it, panting like a dog in heat, not even slowing down as you insert another finger into my ass. And then, another. I’m unable to stop, even if I wanted to. I’ve never felt this full. Electricity crackles through me as your thumb finds my clit, pressing into the overly sensitive flesh mercilessly, sawing at me until I can’t take it anymore…
I come to my senses draped over luscious thighs, fingers stroking my hair gently, husky voice soothing.
“Good girl.”
I manage something that resembles a purr, wincing as fingers brush over my abused ass.
“Yours?” I manage, feeling tears flow down my cheeks to wet the happy little smile forming on my lips.
Soft lips press against the back of my skull. It’s the only answer I need.
