Tormented

He stayed inside her, relishing the contractions of her pussy about his cock. She felt fucking amazing. There was nothing like being in her hot, wet pussy.

But he wasn’t supposed to have let her come. Especially since she hadn’t asked to come. He could tell she wanted it, though, and he wanted to give it to her. Maybe because he felt guilty about being such a prick. But since when did being a prick bother him?

Frustrated, he decided not to dwell on it. Instead, he turned up the vibration on the wand, which was still at her clit. Her eyes widened, unsure if she wanted the stimulation on the tender bud. She squirmed atop the table, half wanting to avoid the wand, but it didn’t take long for her arousal to reignite. She tensed and strained as another orgasm coiled within her. It unwound, making her scream and sending her body into spasms.

He loved watching her come undone. His cock, still buried in her sweet pussy, stirred.

“Okay, okay, enough,” she pleaded through chattering teeth.

He turned off the wand and withdrew from her. Undoing the ropes and cuffs, he pulled her up into a sitting position and wrapped his arms about her.

“You let me come,” she murmured, tired from the exertions.

“Doesn’t mean we’re done,” he replied, unsure of what to make of himself. When he said he was going to do something, he saw it through. Why, then, hadn’t he done it with her?

“Look,” she said, “I’ll tell you this: Carlos and Dawson have a history. What I know was told to me in confidence, and I can’t betray that. I just can’t.”

He let out a long breath. Looking into her eyes, he saw that whatever she knew, she wasn’t going to give it up. A part of him wanted to test how much she could take, but he was just going to cement his status as an asshole if he tormented her further. Being an asshole wouldn’t bother him, but he worried that she would hate him for it.

“All right, I’ll take that,” he relented. “For now.”

“Would you mind if I used your cellphone?”

He bristled at the thought of her calling Sam.

“I want to see if I can talk to Claire,” she clarified.

He helped her off the table and gave her back her t-shirt.

“Do I get to put on real underwear?” she asked after slipping on the shirt.

“I like you without.”

“If we had used a condom, I might be okay with that. But I don’t want to be, uh, leaking stuff wherever I walk.”

“Right.” He smiled at the thought that he had ejaculated inside her, leaving his mark.

In the living room, he dug through the purchases Beth had made and tossed Kimani a lacy black thong.

“There anything else?” she asked.

“You want the chastity belt back on?”

“Fine.”

She gawked at the price tag before removing it and sliding the thong on. He grabbed his mobile and dialed Jason.

“You can take the call here,” he told Kimani.

No more secretive calls for you, pet.

“Hey, cuz, you coming back or what?” Jason inquired. “Jake’s pissed that you haven’t brought his second slut back yet.”

“She’s not his. Where’s Claire?”

“Who? Oh, you mean Jake’s slut. She’s doing some naked sunbathing with the other sluts.”

“Give her your phone. Montana wants to talk to her.”