Chapter 113. I Tied Him To The Chair While I Touched Myself: pt. 2

“If you insist, Zaddy,” I purred, my voice thick with want as I untied the silk ropes from his wrists. I licked my full lips slowly, teasing him, then leaned in and dragged my wet tongue across his mouth, tasting his groan. He tasted like pure hunger. I pulled back just enough to bite my bottom lip, staring into his eyes, letting him see how badly I needed this.

Without a word, I turned around and arched my back deep, offering myself to him completely. My ass pushed high, cheeks parting so he could see how slick and ready my pussy was for him. I felt his face get close, felt him inhale me—deep, animalistic sniffs that made me shiver. Then his hand cracked down hard on my right cheek. The sting exploded across my skin, sharp and perfect, my flesh bouncing and turning hot red instantly.

“Fuck,” I gasped, but I pressed back into him, begging for more without saying it.

His thick, veined cock was already throbbing. He rubbed the fat head along my dripping folds, slappi