I groan and release my cock from my jeans, the thick length angry and straining for release. It’s all for her. I hiss and close my eyes as I grip it in my hand. It’s been so long now, so long. I let thoughts of Violet pinned beneath me as I take her play through my mind, as my hand slides rhythmically up and down.
I glance back at her sleeping form on the monitor, using my free hand to zoom in on her face. My pace increases as I adjust the camera to slowly move down her body. The curve of her delectable tits is on display where her top has ridden up, the vest underneath hugging
them like my hands will when I cup them.
“So perfect, so MINE,” I grunt and jerk as release starts to overtake me, I take a deep breath, and I stop before I reach it. The only place I want to cum right now is all over those tits of hers.
I look down at my throbbing cock and make a promise to myself. “Tonight.”
11
Him
It’s getting dark now, the sky a shade of purple, nearly violet, and I know its time to go to her. I pocket my switchblade, grab a couple of bottles of water, two of my favorite sets of lingerie for her to wear, a dark purple bra and panty set, and a sexy white nightie. Last minute, I pick up her body wash and shampoo, and some ties for good measure. These should keep my feisty little flower still for a bit.
I’ve been looking forward to this. I can barely think straight with the raging erection I have for her, coupled with the denied release from earlier. I shudder with anticipation as I make my way quietly to her room, just a few doors down from mine.
I pause outside the door, listening intently for her. When all I hear is soft breathing, I open the door as carefully as I can to minimize the noise, cursing the warped wood and making a mental note to fix that as soon as possible. I can’t have that fucking door alerting her to my presence every time I decide to pay her a visit.
I manage to slip into her room without waking her, thank fuck. She seems to be completely out of it. I light one of the small candles sitting in a holder on one of the tables. I need a little light to be able to see what I’m doing, and I don’t want to miss a single thing about this.
I make my way over to the bed where she lays sleeping, I run my fingers through her hair, brushing it from her face. I then lightly brush down her body to her wrists, noticing the marks I left on her porcelain skin. A swell of satisfaction flows through me and rushes down to my already swollen cock. I’m sure I could crack a brick in half at this point. I suppress the urge to grab it. Soon, so close now.
I gently lift the blanket from her body, dropping it to the floor. I loosely circle her wrists, moving them in to place before wrapping the tie around them securely before fastening it to the metal bed frame. I unbutton her jeans and slide them slowly down her legs before removing them completely and restraining her ankles to the bottom of the bed with her legs apart.
I look up at her and inhale sharply at the sight of her bound and spread open for me. I groan internally, knowing that I won't last long this time with her, but knowing that I will get plenty more time to spend with my Violet, filling her with my seed and painting her skin with my cum over and over again. I run my hands up her legs, ghosting over her lace covered cunt, and lightly over her tits. I salivate as her nipples tighten under the soft brush of my fingers over the peaks. I graze over them again, and she wriggles slightly in her sleep. I want to suck and bite them until she’s panting and screaming beneath me.
After I grab my knife from my jeans, I unzip and drop them silently to the floor where the blanket lies, and painstakingly slowly cut the material of her blouse and the vest underneath up the middle. When I’m finished the material falls to the side, displaying her gorgeous tits for my perusal.
“So perfect,” I mouth noiselessly to her, watching them rise and fall with every breath.
I climb onto the bed and straddle her, freeing my cock from my boxers where it had been proudly tenting. It strains towards her, wanting her as much as I do.
A drop of pre-cum shines at the tip, and I rub it down my shaft, the slight moisture lubricating my hand a little bit. I move it up and down my rigid member, slowly at first and then faster, gripping it firmly. I start panting, my release is already nearing, the previous denial and her proximity making it impossible to hold back.
The bed and her tits are shaking slightly with the motion. I stare at them, the perfect shape and dusky nipples tightly peaked in the slightly chilled air of the room.
I grunt, and gasp as I come, long streams of white coating Violet's gorgeous chest and a small splash landing on her slightly parted lips before its runs slowly inside. I shudder and smirk at the picture in front of me when her eyes slowly part to see me perched above her. Her eyes widen at my spent cock, her cum painted tits, ruined top, and bare legs, and she swallows in shock. My smile widens.
12
Violet
I feel a slight coldness on my chest and open my eyes to search for the blanket, which I assume has fallen off in my sleep, only to see the room partially lit and Him sitting on my chest, with his cock hanging out of his boxers.
That’s when I notice that I can’t move and the coldness on my chest isn’t from dropping the blanket, it’s my exposed breasts and… I swallow in disgust at the sight of his cum all over me. It’s cooling in the air and wet, running down my chest. His smug grin when I swallow makes me realize that there is a strange taste on my tongue.
“What the fuck?!” I cry out at him, as I struggle to break out of the restraints.
The smug grin vanishes and when he leans over, with a sinister smile playing at his lips, I pause, wary and wondering.
He covers my mouth with his palm, “Shh, little flower. I’m going to return the favor.”
Keeping his hand pressed against my mouth, the other one moves behind him, and I can feel his fingers sliding into my panties. I try to bite him, but can’t manage it with his hand so flat against my mouth.
His gaze hardens, "Don't fucking bite me unless you want me to bite you back. The difference is you will feel how much I fucking enjoy your pain when I do.”
He circles my clit and inserts two fingers inside me. I let out a muffled whimper, partly in pain from his fingers stretching me, and partly because it’s been so long since I last touched myself or let anyone else touch me there. He increases his speed, deftly playing with my clit, while his fingers press firmly inside me.