Page 10 of Dared
She lowered her hand again, this time pressing the pads of her fingers against my opening before pushing one finger inside. She pumped in and out a few times before adding a second finger and tracing my inner walls until she located the spot that made my hips levitate right off the bed.
“Paula!”
She smacked my hip with her other hand. “What was that?”
“Mistress. Please. I need to come,” I whined.
I was beyond modesty. Beyond shame. I wanted to come. Needed to come. And I’d do whatever she asked to make it happen.
“Be patient, greedy girl. I’m just getting started over here.”
She wasn’t kidding either. Suddenly it seemed like Paula was everywhere. The fingers of one hand teased inside my channel while her other hand twisted and pulled at my left nipple. Her tongue twirled around my belly button while she ground her pussy against my thigh, using me to get herself off.
I wrapped my free leg around her hips, using it to leverage my hips up to meet her questing fingers. Deep inside me, my inner muscles were quivering, warning of my approaching orgasm.
“Please. Mistress.”
Paula lifted her head to look at me, her eyes almost wild. “Come for me, Luisa.”
I shrieked as I succumbed to the pleasure, shaking with the force of my orgasm. My eyes closed as I fought against the restraints, desperate to prolong my pleasure.
The instant I started coming down Paula removed her fingers, sliding her body upward. Without a word she straddled my head and lowered her pretty pink pussy to my face. Obediently I licked between her folds even as my body continued to tremble with release.
Paula was dripping with arousal, and I eagerly lapped up every drop, sliding my tongue as deep as I could into her opening. With my hands still bound above my head, I could only rely on the movements of my tongue to bring her pleasure.
“Yes, like that,” she gasped, grinding against my face until I wondered if she would smother me.
It would be the perfect way to die.
Her thighs were pressed tight against my arms, my head cradled between them, drowning out the sound. I glanced up in time to see Paula grip the brass headboard, undulating her hips as she got herself off on my tongue and face, using me like I was her own personal sex toy.
She moaned something I couldn’t understand and then I felt a flood of her cum on my tongue as Paula found her release. She shook violently over me, lost in sensation, and I did my best to prolong her pleasure.
When she was done, Paula scooted down a bit and then flopped over on my side, her eyes screwed shut as she gasped for breath. I watched her carefully, taking in the dark pink flush that had colored her skin. I noticed that the dark red lipstick that she’d been wearing earlier was completely worn off, and idly wondered what part of my body was wearing her lipstick mark. I loved the idea of her marking me as hers.
I felt a twinge in my arm, the discomfort calling my attention to the fact that I was still restrained.
“Mistress Paula, can you untie me? I’m starting to cramp.”
Paula sat up like I’d shocked her with a cattle prod.
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry.”
Her hands shook as she struggled to untie my hands, a look of panic on her face.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she mumbled regretfully.
“Paula!”
She continued fumbling with the restraints.
“Paula!” I said loudly.
She stopped to look down at me.
“It’s okay, it’s just a little cramp, you didn’t hurt me,” I told her. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. I’m probably a little dehydrated and it made my arm cramp. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
She nodded but didn’t look convinced.
