Free Society Girls: Sierra by Crystal Perkins Page A

yours.”
    I drop to my knees in front of him, and pull
down his shorts, and boxer briefs. A ball pings on the cage next to
me as he curses. “This is too dangerous.”
    “I trust you.”
    He growls out another curse word when I take
him in my mouth. I hear a couple more balls hit the cage, but the
rest are connecting with his bat. I reward him for his hard work
with some hard sucks, taking him in as far as I can. It’s not easy
to keep him in my mouth with his hips swinging, but I’m determined
to make this work.
    “Porra, shit, merda, fuck…Kitten. God, don’t
stop.”
    I’m not planning to stop. I continue to work
him over while he works out. I alternate licks with sucks, paying
special attention to the head where he’s leaking already. I lower
myself down, taking his balls into my mouth as I stroke him, and
then he’s done playing.
    He slams on the stop button, pulls me to my
feet, and flips me around to face the back of the cage. “You wanted
to drive me crazy, didn’t you?”
    “N-no. I wanted to make you come in my
mouth.”
    “Not tonight, Gatinha. Tonight, I’m going to
drive you crazy, make you beg, and then and only then am I going to
fuck you hard against this cage.”
    “That works, too.”
    “Glad you approve.”
    He whips my dress over my head and curses
again when he sees that I have nothing on underneath it. His hands
go to my thighs, spreading them open. He runs his fingers up the
inside, capturing the liquid that’s running down them. He turns my
head so I can watch as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, licking
them clean.
    He leaves me for a moment, but I force
myself not to whimper, knowing he’ll be back. I grip the cage and
lean my head against it as I wait for him. I feel the baseball on
my back as he steps behind me again. He rolls it over my shoulders,
and down my spine, then back up again. The fingers of his other
hand find my wet pussy, and tease my entrance. I try to bear down
on them, needing the friction he’s denying me. Instead of giving me
what I need, he drops the ball and smacks my ass.
    “Be a good girl, and behave.”
    “What if I don’t want to behave?”
    “You want me to spank you, don’t you? You
liked that?”
    “Yes.”
    He smacks my other cheek as
I moan, and then he’s spinning me back around so that we’re face to
face. He picks up the bat, and my eyes widen. “I’m just going to
play with the bat, Sierra. You know I won’t hurt you.” I nod,
because I do know
that. I close my eyes, letting him know I mean it.
    He brings the bat up and runs it over my
cheeks, one after the other. It slides lazily over my collarbone,
and between my breasts. When he gets to my ribs, he flips it
around, running the handle over each bone on both sides. He’s
gentle, and although I never would’ve imagined it before, having my
baseball player play me with his bat is pretty damn sexy.
    Once he’s past my ribs, he unexpectedly
drops the bat to the ground. I open my eyes, and he’s giving me one
of the sexiest smiles I have ever seen in my life. “Not there,
Kitten. While I like running my ball, and my bat over your skin,
your pussy’s only for me. My fingers, my mouth, my tongue, and
especially my cock”
    “It was nice. It felt nice to have you run
those things you love over me.”
    “It was nice,” he tells me. “What we’re
about to do isn’t going to be so nice. I’m too turned on for ‘nice’
or ‘sweet.’”
    “I don’t remember asking you for either
tonight.”
    Instead of giving me a verbal answer, he
kisses me hard, pushing my hands above my head. I struggle a little
against him and he pulls back to look at me. His eyes search mine
as he lets my hands go. “Was I hurting you? I didn’t mean to.”
    “No,” I tell him, running my hands up under
his shirt. “I just needed to touch you. I don’t like it when I
can’t touch you.”
    “Well, we can’t have that, can we? An
unhappy Kitten?”
    “No. We most certainly cannot.”
    He kisses