and bruises on her back and stomach, they were nothing more than what fierce lovemaking might cause. Her cunt was aroused, she was aroused, and she was showing no signs of pain despite having the wedge of my three fingers residing in her to a depth that stretched her severely.
That mind jump happened and her hands twitched. Though the belt around her wrists stopped her, I thought I knew what she wanted – the gun on the sofa.
“Damn. You are a one of a kind. No.”
I clamped down with my will, removed my fingers from inside her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
I could read her. What if Reuben could?
Either way, I smiled, this was strangely satisfying. Life was far more interesting when you had to struggle for it.
I undid my belt from her hands, then retrieved the gun and put it at the very end of my sofa.
“Up here. Lie across my lap, stomach down, with your head toward the gun.” There was plenty of room for this. I wanted more of her, more skin, more of her feel. More possession.
I should’ve sent her away. Should’ve kept the gun to keep her away from temptation.
Not today. I had a fierce need to see how far I could go.
When Zorie climbed to her feet, there was a hint of fire in her expression, but she came to me and positioned herself as I asked. Stomach down, on my lap, her ass was just where I wanted it, where everything was visible.
She’d pulled her underwear back into place when she’d stood. I tsked at the sight of the mauve satin and lace, even though it clung to the contours of her pussy, revealing all. Dampness darkened the crotch of the panties.
“Reach back and pull aside the crotch so I can see your cunt.”
As before I kept my will cranked down to almost nothing. My reactions were fast.
When her arm moved, she wriggled against me, making me grunt at the pressure on my cock. Her fingers found the strip of cloth between her legs, rolled it aside, and held it there.
“Good.” I unclipped her bra and let the straps fall to the sofa. “Push your fingers into your cunt.” A lot of women hated that word, which only made me enjoy using it more.
Watching her finger vanish into her cunt up to the second knuckle was the best magic trick, ever.
The bite mark Reuben had left on her right buttock annoyed me.
“Don’t move.” I bent and deliberately took a large chuck of her left ass between my teeth then slowly increased the pressure until she shrieked. A little more pressure had her gasping and begging. Her finger though, stayed inside her. I reached beneath and began to toggle and press on her clit.
Being a mesmer gave me a certain magic with my fingers. I could bring a woman to orgasm, or to the brink of one, quickly...even with my teeth painfully sunken into her butt.
Should I?
Yes.
I brought her there, almost, eased off then did it again. Keeping her hand in place, I penetrated her, sliding my own finger alongside hers. I fucked her with her finger and mine. I let her come, with her gasping and wriggling, then I bit her again, harder. I let the pain peak, the orgasm flood her, until she was shaking with both pain and climax at once. Her muscle movements and her sounds became crazier. She bucked only to find my teeth holding her, came again, panted and moaned, and was overcome before she could recover by more pain, more pleasure.
At the last she was babbling and groaning and jerking all at the same time while I fingerfucked her, driving in, taking her this way if not with my cock. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful, to see her undone like this.
I stopped and pulled my finger from her pussy, but hers remained lodged inside. I smirked. Poor thing. I helped her remove her finger and rearranged her limp arm.
Stroking her back and neck, I calmed her, doing gentle circles with my fingers around my teeth marks on her ass cheeks.
Reuben wouldn’t notice. Maybe. My lips twitched as I contemplated the result. Her skin was rather red and bruised.
My experiment was perhaps badly timed.