Free Red by Kate Kinsey Page A

could smell her sex, the sweet musk of her warm, wet snatch—
    “You like being used, dog?”
    She lifted herself up on her knees, wiggled forward and came down hard on his cock. It slid into her heat like a knife through butter, and then her cunt muscles clamped down on him.
    “Oh, fuck, yes . . .” he panted in gratitude.
    More wax, just quick dribbles in a line across his chest. His back arched as much as her body weight and the restraints would allow.
    “That’s the wonderful thing about bondage,” she whispered into his ear. He could feel that medallion dance coldly across his throat. “All that energy with no place to go but into your cock.”
    She must have put down the candle, but he was hardly aware of anything except the feel of her cunt swallowing his cock, the impossible ache of his balls.
    She rocked, slowly at first. He opened his eyes to see her watching him.
    “Yes, baby. Look at me. Watch me fuck you.”
    Her fingers pinched one of his nipples. He moaned out loud.
    She was really riding him now, working his prick with her cunt muscles. He was so deep inside her that her wetness was grinding against his balls, making a wet slapping sound.
    She reached down and began rubbing her clit with two fingers.
    “But don’t you dare cum, nasty boy,” she commanded, a little breathless now. “Don’t you dare shoot that filthy load of cum into me unless I tell you to.”
    “Goddamnit!” He felt pressure prickling behind his eyes.
    Christ, his cum was boiling upward, and he wanted to cry like a little boy. He wouldn’t do it. He would not beg her.
    “Do you want to cum, baby?” she panted, rubbing harder as she rode him. Her tits, small but high and round, bounced. The medallion between them swung wildly. “Does my little doggie want to shoot his wad?”
    “Oh, damn you, Gina!” He thrashed against the restraints. To hell with her, he wouldn’t cum for her, either. He wasn’t some performing monkey. “You fucking bitch !”
    “Yes, I’m a bitch.” She pushed the fingers that had been stroking her clit into his mouth. “Suck them. Suck my fingers like you’d suck a dick for me right now if I told you to.”
    He thought about biting her, but the taste of her juice was intoxicating. He wanted it. He sucked and licked, drawing her fingers deep into his mouth.
    The motion of her body against his grew faster and he could feel his cock twitching, straining, trying to get as deep into her body as it could.
    She took her fingers from his mouth.
    “Please . . .” The words were out before he could stop them.
    But she was off him. The cool air hit his cock, which was suddenly jutting up into emptiness. He let loose a sound, not even a moan, but just a desperate cry of loss.
    He heard her laughing, and then, miraculously, felt her breath on his cock.
    “You didn’t think I was gonna let you cum so soon, did you?”
    Fucking torture, that’s what this was. Her tongue ran over his balls, around and around, lapping roughly into every curve.
    “Goddamnit!”
    “I bet I could make you cum right now with just one little stroke of my tongue.”
    “Then do it, bitch!”
    She squeezed his balls, hard this time. But it barely registered as pain; it only made his cock dance more pathetically.
    “Please, Gina, fuck, I’m begging if that’s what you want—”
    “Say, ‘Please, Mistress,’ ” she whispered gleefully, wickedly. “ ‘Please let me shoot my filthy load into your sweet mouth.’ ”
    “Please, Mistress,” he moaned, abandoning all pride. “Please let me shoot my filthy load into your sweet mouth—”
    Then her mouth—her sweet, mother-fucking, cock-sucking whore of a mouth!—was on his prick, swallowing it whole, her tongue lashing the swollen head, her hands squeezing the base of his cock as if she would force the cum out of him—
    The orgasm was blinding. Atomic. Shattering. He could actually feel the cum shooting through the head like a hot bullet.
    He lay there, panting, eyes