When her clit begins to swell, I pull back and watch her squirm against the ropes for a hot second. I look up at her writhing in place. “More?”
She bites her lip but refuses to answer.
Lucky for her, I know a perfect solution.
I slide the carrot up and down her wet pussy.
Her eyes widen. “We were going to cook with that!”
I don’t give two shits. “So?”
“It’s wrong,” she mutters.
I just look up at her as I play around with her pussy using the carrot. “You think everything is wrong.” When the carrot is wet enough, I slowly push it into her pussy. There’s a slight resistance, but when her lips form an o-shape, and an obvious blush spreads all across her cheeks, I know she enjoys the feel. And I push the carrot in and out until it’s covered in her juices and her legs begin to shake. “But wrong could feel so right if you let it.”
I know she loves it. I can see it in her eyes, the lust growing behind them. She keeps denying the obvious, and I’m over it.
“But it’s food,” she mutters, struggling not to react to the obvious pressure building inside her body.
I press my tongue against her clit again and circle around it while thrusting the carrot in and out. “Anything can be a toy.”
She gasps but can’t even form one syllable as I push the carrot in farther and swipe my tongue back and forth across her sensitive clit. The deeper I go, the more her head tilts back, and a moan still slips through the cracks, despite her reservations.
“See? You like this,” I muse with my mouth on her pussy.
“It’s so … thick,” she murmurs.
“Imagine what my cock would feel like in your aching pussy,” I say, gazing up at her embarrassed face. And I keep licking until the carrot is coated in her juices. I don’t want to stop, even if she thinks it’s immoral. I want her to beg.
“F-Fuck,” she mutters, her legs quivering.
“That’s it, Jas. Be a good little girl and come all over this goddamn carrot,” I growl.
She mewls with delight as I thrust it deep inside and lick her little clit until it bursts. I can feel the orgasmic waves through her skin, which pulsate with need. A loud moan escapes her mouth, and she almost collapses into the ropes.
I pull the carrot out of her and lick it off, her juices too sexy for me to pass up on.
“What the—you’re licking the carrot?!” she mutters. “That was just—”
“Inside you? Yeah, I’m not gonna let a drop go to waste,” I reply, and when I’m done, I take a bite. “Delicious.”
I chuck what’s left of the carrot aside and stand up tall, planting my hand against the tree behind her. I like being up close and personal with her. Like watching her squirm to avoid the obvious feelings she has for me when I lean in to press a sultry kiss onto her neck.
I smile against her skin, licking up a droplet of sweat that rolled down. The saltiness quickens my pulse and makes my cock throb.
I’ve wanted nothing more than for her to give in. To beg for more.
But we’ll get there soon enough.
Right now, I want her to feel what it’s like to crave so desperately until she can’t take it anymore.
With her hands tied like this, she can’t say no, can’t push me away, can’t fight me, can’t run away.
She has to face her desires now.
And I get to face mine.
Because fuck me, what I wouldn’t do for this pussy.