Surprise Bidder

“Should I let your friend come in and watch?” I ask her.

Fear flickers in Leah’s eyes.

I chuckle. “Just kidding.”

I may not be nice, but I’m not that mean.

I continue to lick her. I can tell she’s doing her best to hold back. She probably doesn’t want her friend to hear her cries, so she’s pursing her lips.

I take that as a challenge. I move my tongue faster, circling her nub and pressing down on it. She’s still trying her best to be quiet, but now I can hear muffled moans.

Finally, the footsteps move away. A few seconds later, Leah lets out a scream as she throws her head back. Her body trembles all over.

I lift my head and watch her as she writhes in the throes of pleasure. Her face is red. Her breasts look rosy, too, her nipples erect. A sheen of sweat runs between them.

I’m hard again.

I turn her over so that she’s on her elbows and her knees. I push two fingers inside her and grin as I find her soaking wet. I reach in deeply. She gasps.

I slip my fingers in and out, making sure to brush against those spots that make her shiver and draw in sharp breaths. She grows even wetter. Her head falls onto a pillow, which muffles her moans. Her hips begin to move on their own.

I smirk. “You want more, do you? You just came and you want more.”

Leah doesn’t answer.

I withdraw my fingers and push my boxers down. I let the tip of my cock brush against the wet folds of her skin but don’t slip it inside, teasing her. She whimpers.

“Do you want my cock?” I ask her.

“Yes,” Leah whispers.

I rub the tip of my cock against her and she gasps. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes,” she answers in a louder voice.

“Say please,” I tell her.

She falls silent.

I push my fingers inside her once more. My fingers press down on one of her pleasure buttons. A moan escapes from her throat.

“Say please,” I repeat as I push down again.

She trembles. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please… fuck me with your thick cock,” she finally says.

I smirk. “Good girl.”

I pull my fingers out and push my cock inside her with one thrust. Leah lets out a cry.

I grip her hips and pound into her. She buries her face in a pillow as she moans. I close my eyes as I savor the tightness of her around my cock. The sensation sends heat and adrenaline racing through my veins.

When I open my eyes, I catch a glimpse of the mirror and get an idea.

I pull Leah up to her feet and bend her over the table right in front of the mirror so that her elbows are on it. I grab her chin and lift her head so that she’s gazing right into her reflection.

She tries to look away, but I hold her chin fast.

“Look at the face you make as I fuck you and tell me again that you don’t belong to me,” I tell her.

I start moving again. My balls slap against her skin. My hands cup her breasts.

I keep an eye on the mirror, on her reflection. Her cheeks are all red, her lips pursed again. Her hazy eyes point straight ahead.

That’s right. She can’t disobey me. She can’t fight me.

Suddenly, she starts muttering, “I… don’t…”

I can’t hear the rest.

“What was that?”

She meets my gaze in the mirror. “I don’t… belong… to you.”

I frown. Still stubborn, is she? I can’t have that.

I reach between her legs to play with her sensitive nub again as I continue pounding into her. Her head falls onto the table above her clasped hands. Her knees wobble. I hear her cries.

Suddenly, Leah straightens up. She throws her head back against my shoulder as she trembles. Her back arches. Her mouth opens wide to let out a silent scream of pleasure.

I stop for just a moment and then continue. I lift one of her legs. My finger continues to stroke her.

“St… op,” she says again. “I just…”

“Came?” I finish the sentence for her. “I know. I don’t care. I own you, Leah. You do as I say. You come when I tell you to come and you don’t stop coming until I let you. And you don’t get to ask me anything in return. You don’t get to ask me anything at all.”

Leah doesn’t answer. She’s a mess now. She cries. She moans. She gasps. She trembles as she leans against me, unable to keep herself standing.

I pound into her and stroke her until she comes again, then I let her fall forward on the table and keep pounding until I come again. I let out a series of grunts as I empty a load inside her.

Afterwards, I pull out. Leah steps away from the table and the mirror and drops into the pillows. Her eyes remain closed. Her chest rises and falls with her heavy breathing.