His Weapon - Book 1 [Z.M]

XXV

     "Please take me to your playroom."
She said almost desperately and if I didn't know her well, I'd have sworn she loves being in my playroom. I ignored her. I pulled out my finger and slowly pushed it back into her. Her lips fell open as she held my gaze.
     "I want you to tie me up daddy, and blindfold me, and do whatever you want to my body. Punish me daddy, I've been a very bad girl."
     She said seductively, pushing me closer to my undoing point. I increased my speed, pumping into her, pushing deeper and deeper. Her hands flew to my shoulder as she cried out, all the while looking me dead in the eyes and I finally decided. I love seeing her stare back at me as I pleasure her than blindfolding her.
     She was trying to bring out the sex-starved beast in me. I increased my speed, ramming into her faster and her cries got louder. She leaned her forehead against mine, screwing her eyes shut with her lips hung opened. There's just something about my finger being inside her that turns me on. I could starve my dick and finger fuck her all day and I'd be fully satisfied.
     "Look at me!" I ordered and she began to writhe. She opened her beautiful grey lust filled eyes and looked at me which willed me to go faster.

She closed her eyes again and just as I was about to tell her to open them, she smashed her lips against mine. Her kiss was desperate and full of alien emotions. I was finger fucking her but she was dominating me in every sense of the word. She thrust her tongue into my mouth, kissing me savagely like I was all hers. I just loved the way she was bounding me to her, telling me she intended to own me just by the way she kissed me.
     I pulled out my finger and grabbed both her legs— wrapping them around my waist as I stood to my feet. I wasn't joking when I told her I'd fuck her like I loved her, I was indeed going to.
     I began to take her into my playroom which was behind the walls of my room. Her kiss got even more urgent. She hadn't pulled away once, almost like she was saying sorry through her kiss. She clung to me like I was running away, pulling my neck closer to her and holding me firmly.
     She didn't seem to care that I could have mistakenly slammed her against a wall like the last time. Thankfully I didn't as I finally made it to my door.
     I pushed it open and threw her on the bed, I was beyond impatient as I practically ran to my drawer for the keys to unlock the painting. I could hear her breathing heavily as she waited for me.

I found it and turned on my heels to the painting. She stood to her feet. I was unlocking the painting when I felt her small fingertips ghost over my back. What was the fucking point of the playroom again?
     "Fuck this."
I said and turned around and smashed my lips against hers. She moaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck and I knew she was standing on her toes. My hands went down and cupped her ass cheek through her sundress.
     She moaned and pressed herself harder against me as my free hand grabbed a handful of her hair.
     I've never wanted her as bad as I did at that moment. Other times I felt like I needed to be buried inside her unlike any other thing but at that moment— I knew none of them compared to what I was feeling. I found the zip of her dress and undid it, never breaking our kiss.
     She pulled away and allowed me to take the dress off her body. I had never undressed her before. I'd always tell her to undress and wait for me but I liked doing it better.