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breath, where you’re full of lust and want and need and wish I’d get on
with it. Take you roughly and be done with it. But the beast in me, he’s telling me to make you wait. Make you want me so much
that you feel the need to scream at me to get the hell on top of you and shove
my cock inside your cunt.
    That’s what you want
to say, isn’t it? Yes? So say it. Tell me what you need, speak the filthy words
that are cluttering your mind.
    Oh, you beautiful little whore. That’s it, those are the words I wanted to hear coming from
your usually pure mouth. How does it feel to have such dirty words spewing out
of you? How the hell does it make you feel? Go on,
tell me some more.
    You feel like a wanton woman, you say? Needy, greedy? That’s what I like
to hear. I’m thinking, with you splayed out the way
you are, that I want you to stay just like that. Unable to
move, unable to touch me. No stroking my back or digging your nails into
it as I shove inside you and make you come . No legs
wrapping around me, your ankles crossed over my arse so you can push me closer with your heels. No, this is where I get to call the shots , where I dictate what goes on.
    See what you’ve done
to me? See what you’ve turned me into?
    Oh yes, I know it must have been inside me
all along, waiting to come out, but it was you who unlocked the closed door. You who encouraged it. And Christ, I’m glad you did.
    What am I doing? Tying your wrists to the
headboard, that’s what. Your ankles are next, tied to
the posts at the end of the bed. I want you completely open, completely at my
mercy. Like I said, no touching. You just have to stay
there and feel, experience whatever I want you to.
    There, a sexy star, spread out for me to
feast on. And I will now—oh yes, I’ll feast on you. I
can smell you as I dip my head closer to your pussy, and your legs, they’re trembling against me. But you’re not scared—no, you’re excited, the scent of it is coming off you, waves of that
tangy, musky smell that drives me mad every time we fuck.
    Oh, God, you taste so good. So bloody good.

 
    Her

 
    That look in your eyes, it’s feral, wild. It’s turning me on more than I could ever
have imagined. It’s hardly even you anymore, but it is
you, a new side of you, a recently released beast that is predatory and hungry
and about to sate an appetite.
    Ah, fuck, that’s it,
eat me, just there. I can’t move, I’m yours, feast
away. Damn, you’re not holding back, are you? Like a
truffle snuffling pig, all niceties have gone out of the window. There’s no refinement in the way you’re slurping at my
pussy, gobbling my juices and…
    Oh, your fingers, too, you know that’s my undoing. God, can I stand this? It’s torturously good and I’m stuck, trapped. I have no choice but to take it— that’s just what I wanted. But these binds, they’re tight; have you been practicing? Did you think of
our dressing gown cords weeks ago or did that idea spring into your mind just
now?
    It’s been a while
since you buried your face in my pussy, and never like this. Fuck. I can barely
think straight. This is more than I could have hoped for. You’re ignoring my moans. You’re lost in your own moment, my feeble
squirms barely registering. I can tell by your expression, the poise of your
body—spine braced, biceps flexed, arse in the air—that
you’re completely self-centered and utterly self-absorbed in your frantic enjoyment
of my body.
    Yes, yes, keep going. You’re giving it to me hard with your fingers. How many are in there, two, three,
four? It’s almost violent the way you’re shunting into
me, plucking my G-spot, unrelenting and expert. The squelch of my pussy is
deliciously wet, it must be a swamp down there.
    Your eyes are closed, you’ve folded in on yourself, so have I now. The pressure is mounting, your
sharp, stubbled chin catching my swollen labial lips,
the abrasive pain an added bliss for me to tangle with my build up to