Free Decadence by Monique Miller

the rotation of my fingers on that little
button that’s pushing her over the edge.
    Her orgasm takes her by surprise, I see it
written all over face. She gushes, squirts all over my thighs and
the dong. Squirts and screams as tears roll down the side of her
face.
    I feel Chris grab me, move me away from the
dong just enough so I can’t ride it anymore. After he’s removed my
end of the pleasure toy from inside me, he takes the rest of it out
of Candice as well. He unfastens the cuffs from our wrists just as
quickly as he came upon us.
    He slaps my ass hard, one good time, like an
upset authoritarian with an unruly pupil.
    “You know better!” He shouts at me, his eyes
filled with so much anger towards me as he points to the far end of
the bed. “Go! Sit! Now!”
    I do as I’m told. I retreat. I go over to the
end of the bed as he instructed and lick my wounds, all the while
trying to suppress a smirk.
    He’s positioned himself at Candice’s head,
his penis aimed at her face as he moves his semi-hard cock up to
Candice’s lips who takes to it instantly, sucking away. Chris leans
over, rubs her soaking slit, her lips are wet and dripping, there’s
a wet spot on the bed underneath her, her thighs are wet. She’s
made an absolute mess because of me and I can’t help but be proud.
He rubs her slit, penetrates her nice and slow with two of his
fingers, then three. He looks like he’s grabbing her with those
three fingers, squeezing her snatch, takes those three fingers in
and out of her, taking his time.
    “You didn’t mean to cum,” he tells her
softly. “I know it wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t help it. But you
weren’t instructed to cum, baby. I’m sorry.”
    He stops massaging her slit, stops sliding
his fingers in and out of her sweet spot, and slaps her sex. Slaps
her slit, making her squeal, and there’s a look of astonishment on
her face.
    “Leila will be punished,” he tells her. “But
so will you. Only not as severely. You’re going to get off with a
few warnings. Be grateful.”
    He slaps her slit again, rubs it, spreads her
lips and shows me her pink inner walls and then slides two of his
fingers inside of her. He takes them out, keeps her lips parted
with one hand, exposing her tiny little hole that’s been stretched
somewhat after all that’s been done to it since she got into the
car with us at the club along with her clit, and with his other
hand he slaps her opening. Slaps her pink walls that he can get to
along with her clit. He snaps his wrist back, giving that area four
harsh thwacks. She moans and gives sexy little screams as he does
it, all the while holding onto his arm, her face screwed up in
anguish/pain. Her legs are wide open. I can see everything. With
every thwack she’s getting wetter, I could hear it start to splash
by the time Chris had smacked it the fourth time. When he moves his
hand away I can actually see her juices flowing out of her, clear
and sweet. I know because I’ve tasted it. I see it all before Chris
puts his fingers back in and strokes her hot little hole as if he’s
playing inside his favorite little toy, his favorite little fuck
box.
    He’s rubbing her, soothing her little snatch,
patting now as if it’s delicate.
    Then he leans down, kisses her softly,
slowly, let’s me see him sucking her tongue and then savoring her
lips. He takes his hand out of her kitty and puts it up to her
lips, traces her juices over the top one and then the bottom one,
sucks her juices off of her. He puts those same two fingers into
her mouth, makes her suck them, then he puts them into his mouth
and sucks off her kitty juice and her saliva.
    He puts his fully erect dick back up to her
mouth and she sucks him nice and slow.
    All I’m allowed to do right now is watch. And
be tortured. Tormented. Chris looks back at me and gives me a
fiendish smile. He looks like a naughty little boy bent on hovering
over a colony of ants with a magnifying glass. His goal right now
is