Page 46 of Escape

“You’re so sweet, Kel baby, aren't you?”

She tugged on the leash as she pushed my tank up over my chest, lightly trailing over my nipples and driving me into madness.

“Always keeping me so happy.”

“Yes,” I nodded, clenching my fists into the dirt and debris under me. I wouldn’t touch her until she told me to. “It’s what I live for.”

She pressed her weight into me even more, pushing her panties to the side and sliding her soaking cunt over my stomach. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her down further. Feeling the weight of her on top of me, warm and wet and soft, was a special kind of bliss.

“That’s right,” she whispered. “You were made for me to use. Made for me to chain up and make myself come over every inch of your body.”

“Yes, baby.” I choked out, lost in the feeling of her riding herself to release on my abs. “Just for you.”

She paused her hips, leaning down to shove her tongue in my mouth. I opened, taking it between my lips. Pulling on the leash, Jasmine guided my head forward and back, controlling my sucking motions over her tongue.

I was so lost in the pure taste of her that I didn’t notice her free hand unbuttoning my jeans. I helped her push my pants and the dildo strapped to my hips down to free my soaking cunt to the crisp, forest air. Without pulling her tongue from my mouth, she slotted herself between my legs, grasping my thigh tightly to her torso.

The first brush of her clit against mine sent shockwaves up my spine. I gasped, biting her tongue softly in the process. She stole it back, pulling away from mine as she grasped my face in her hand. She squeezed hard, pushing my lips together and out as she scolded me.

“Control yourself, Kel baby,” she teased. “Or I won’t come all over your pretty pussy.”

I groaned in protest, gripping onto her hips and pulling our dripping cunts closer together. She paused her movements, letting go of my jaw and slapping hard against my cheek. I smiled up at her, loving the pain she inflicted. I loved receiving her praise and her punishment all the same.

“I said control yourself, bad girl.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.” My voice was desperate, but my body was on fire, pleading for more of her.

Her movements continued, gliding her clit over mine and dragging me closer to release.

“Be very, very good and I’ll let you bend me over, shove my face in the dirt and show that rotting piece of shit how good you fuck me. How’s that sound, baby?”

“Yeess..” I groaned, already feeling my climax building.

“Good. Now don’t move.”

With a smile, Jasmine sat up, winding the leash around her fist and pulling. She used it as leverage to quicken her thrusts against me. Stars exploded behind my eyes. My teeth dug into the sensitive flesh of my lips. My fingers sank deep into the Earth beneath me. Anything to try to hold off the thundering orgasm threatening to rip me apart.

“Not yet, daddy,” Jasmine moaned. “Not…ye-”

Her breath caught. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her head fell back.

“Fuck….yes…come with me, daddy!”

And I did. Rocks, dirt and twigs scraped into my back as I writhed under Jasmine. A cry so ragged ripped from my throat that I knew I’d feel the soreness for days.

“Yes…so good…so good for me.”

The second Jasmine said it, I was already moving. I pushed my hips up and over, flipping Jasmine under me. Just as she said, I bent her over and pushed her face into the dirt with one hand while my other pulled the strap back up around my hips. Without wasting a single second, I slammed the entire length into her.

She screamed as I fucked her into the ground, not holding back an ounce. My fingers twisted in her curly locks and pulled her head back. Dirt trickled off her cheeks every time my hips pounded into her ass.

“Is this what you wanted, babydoll?” I growled. “Wanted to be destroyed over your dead husband’s grave like a fucked up little whore?”

“Yes…oh, god…yes,” she cried. I discovered quickly how much Jasmine loved a healthy dose of degradation with her praise.

The leash dangled loosely from my neck and over Jasmine’s back as I pounded into her, the sound of chain metal clinking with every slam. A reminder of the intoxicating way our power dynamics shifted. It was so natural. So fluid. So fucking addictive.

“I need you to make a mess, Jasmine. Squirt all over me. Let it drip down and soak the Earth so he knows what happens when you fuck this pretty little pussy the right way.”