This is part five of an ongoing series introducing Reilly Page to a life of pet play, including intense scenes of humiliation, degradation, cum play, BDSM, anal play, gangbangs, orgies, threesomes, public masturbation and sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, and many other things. If these things make you uncomfortable, don't bother with this series. It will be told in duel points of view throughout the series. I highly suggest you start at the beginning of this series to understand their arrangement and who they are. Please leave comments and feedback! It motivates me to read what you think.
JAMES
Crouching down next to the dog bed on my office floor, I brush the side of Reilly's face with the backs of my fingers. Still sleeping soundly, she doesn't move a muscle, her steady, soft breathing remaining deep and undisturbed. I smirk at the black mascara stain on her cheeks from her watering eyes before her nap, and cock my head to the side, hooking a few stray blonde hairs that have escaped her braid, behind her ear.
I'd like to let her keep sleeping, but it's been several hours, and we have business to deal with. I drag my fingers over her shoulder and down the back of her arm to her elbow before coming back up, watching her skin respond with goosebumps.
Such a reactive little thing.
When my fingers move to the side of her bare tit, she sighs quietly, and I continue my motion, sliding to the front of it and toying with her nipple, rolling it gently when it immediately hardens between my fingers.
Even asleep, her body responds.
Her brow furrows for a moment, and her eyes drift open, slowly blinking as she comes back around. A barely audible whimper pushes out of her pillowy lips, and my cock stirs in my pants.
Her eyes land on me and then flutter closed again for a moment as she takes in a deep inhale and then blows it out slowly as she blinks them open. Her body that has been in a tight ball for the last several hours shifts, rolling slightly more onto her back to give me better access to her flesh. The tip of her tongue wets her lips, and I watch her mouth move as she bites the inside of her bottom lip.
Without speaking a word, I use my hand on her tit to roll her onto her back, my opposite hand taking her hands from underneath her face and pulling them above her head. Her breath is already starting to pant, and it increases when I slide my hand down to her knee and pull it apart from its mate. Following my lead, she spreads her legs wide for me, now laying on her back completely open and exposed, wetness already visible before I even touch her there.
Sliding up her inner thigh, I sink my fingers into her pussy, making her arch her back and let out a quiet moan when I curl them inside of her. Again assaulting her nipples with my free hand, she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and her panting makes her tits heave. I see her eyes look down at her body and watch me use her as I please, and I feel her lift her hips into my hand and pull her legs as far apart as possible.
No question I was right about you.
"How many times have you cum since you met me?" I ask.
Her chest heaves with her heavy breathing, and she lets out a long moan of need when I begin alternating curling my fingers inside of her with slow, rough finger fucks, sliding in and out of her, the sound of her soaked pussy filling the room. "I... I don't... I..." she breathes, fading out.
Spanking her clit with a quick, sharp blow and then shoving back into her again makes her let out a quick scream followed by a wanton moan again, and my dick starts to ache in my pants.
"Think," I order, fucking her harder with my fingers, and watching her eyes as her brain searches through fog. "Tell me each one."
"In... in your car," she moans, her breathing ragged, and her hips lifting to my hand.
"Keep going," I instruct, my fingers tugging on the tail of the sensor egg to remind her of its presence. "And don't fucking cum."
"Yes... Sir," she moans.
"Keep going. Tell me. What was time number two?"
"When you showed me my cage," she pants, her eyes rolling back, and her breath gasping.
Your cage.
I hold back a smirk. I like that she calls it that.
"What was three?"
"When... when... Mmmmm," she moans, pressing her head back into the cushion, a series of pitiful whimpers escaping her when I slip out of her and bring my hand to her mouth, sliding it in between her lips, making her taste herself.
"Three was when you squirted for Darius," I remind her, sliding my fingers to the back of her throat for a moment to make her gag. "Four?"
"When... Um... Ma'am... Your wife... ate my pussy," she pants, still sucking herself off of my fingers.
"Five?" I ask, dragging spit out of her mouth and down her throat as I undo my pants with my other hand, freeing my cock. Her eyes immediately draw to it, and she watches my hand stroke it, a moan louder than before pushing out of her when I pinch and tug her nipple with my free hand. "I asked what five was," I growl.
"Um... I..." She pauses, her back arching, and her tongue moving around in her open mouth. "During the night in my cage," she squeaks out through her pants, her eyes still fixated on my cock.
"That was five, six, seven, and eight," I remind her, shifting my position to bring my cock closer to her face while my opposite hand reaches down and spanks her clit again, making her cry out and choke back a sob of desperation. "And nine?"
"In the shower this morning," she groans, her hips writhing when I sink three fingers into her again, a loud squelching sound making her gasp.
Fuck she's wet.
I'm not usually surprised to find women wet around me, but this...
Fuck!
"And now here you are... Ready to come apart at the seams again," I state. "And you haven't even experienced my cock in your other fuck holes yet." Her breath catches in her throat at my words, and she stares at the precum on the tip of my dick, licking her lips like she wants a taste. "And even now, you're so desperate and needy, you can't stop staring at my cock in my hand."
Her eyes flick up to mine for a brief moment, but immediately look back down at it again, panting heavily. She squirms her hips, greedily chasing my fingers when I pull them out of her, hovering my hand over her pussy.
"Open your mouth and catch my cum," I growl, clenching my teeth when I feel myself close. "Hold it in your mouth and do not swallow." Swiping my hand through her pussy, I come back to my cock and use her as lubricant, pumping my fist up and down my shaft. My body tenses as I feel the pressure build, and my balls tighten before the first rope of cum erupts, landing across her lips and tongue. I pump more cum into her mouth before aiming at her tits and milking the last rope out across the center of her chest with a deep groan that I can't hold back. A shiver runs up my spine, and I clench my jaw, my eyes taking the mess I made on her.
Whimpering loudly, she remains still and obedient as I finish, and then reaches down, making a move to wipe the cum from her lips before I grab her arm, wrapping my fingers around her thin wrist. My cum still in her mouth, she looks back at my eyes, silently apologizing.
"Nine times," I clarify, putting her arm back above her head. "Your tight little pussy has cum nine times because of me in less than twenty-four hours." I revel in the flush of humiliation that runs across her face and scrape my teeth across my bottom lip.
Placing one of my hands on her neck and wrapping my fingers loosely around her throat, I lean my face closer to hers. "Now... you're gonna hold my cum in your mouth and listen to me very carefully." She looks back and forth between my eyes and nods her head. "I woke you up because we have a little problem, so I'm going to break my own rule and ask you to make a choice right here... right now."
