The Beauty Of Death (COMPLETE)

Admire

Amara-

I hummed, satisfied with how he was pounding me.

He grabbed my hair in one hand, my throat with the other.

"Look at you." He whispered, as I was currently bent over our bathroom vanity, my head facing the mirror, watching us.

"Watch yourself as you please me, bent over, taking my cock like the good little wife you are." He chuckled, his aura smoking, it was so dark, oozing off him like vapor.

I smiled, watching him thrust into me, every muscle in his body working to fuck me.

He hummed, going slower, every inch of him moving in...

...then out.

Tugging on my hair harder, his hand gripping my throat firmer.

...in...

...out...

Like a sadistic torture.

...in...

...out...

"Please-" I cried, my voice cut off with his grip on my throat.

...in...

...out...

"Desperate." He smirked.

"I am! Please- I need- oh shit!" I cried when he lifted me off the vanity, I was standing straight up.

He released my hair, that hand trapping my own hands behind my back.

The only way this worked height wise was because of my heels, I swore I could feel him touching a rib that's how fucking deep.

But still...

...in...

...out...

I began crying, desperate for a quicker rhythm.

"Please sir, I just want you to go f-faster." I whispered.

He hummed in my ear, "be an obedient girl and keep your hands behind you for me."

"Yes sir." I whispered.

He let my hands go, his hand moving around me, down to my clit.

He sighed in my ear.

Then he picked up the pace, quick, deep, fingers on my clit.

I gasped, groaning as my knees almost gave out.

"All or nothing, after all, you're just my little fucktoy." He grunted, kissing my neck.

I agreed.

This is where I wanted to be, a universal bubble of safety and pleasure.

Then his hand moved from my clit as he stuffed his fingers into my mouth, pulling my head back against his shoulder.

"I'm so proud of you, my girl. You do it so good." He moaned, almost panting beside me.

I loved the way it sounded.

My eyes fell back, unable to focus any longer.

I squirmed, on my tiptoes even in these heels as I tried pulling away, not ready for the orgasm coming for me.

He grabbed my hips, plowing into me harder.

"You don't get to walk away." He sneered as I felt my body tense, a warm, euphoric heat running over me in waves.

It was so intense, no sound came from me.

"That's it, cum on my cock Amara." He moaned.

I tried recovering, but my legs were weak, my eyes unable to focus on one image.

I took some breaths as he slowed the rhythm.

"Tired, my love?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Awe, my poor girl, so exhausted. Being used like the good little whore you are." He pulled from me, I cried, feeling so empty.

"Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet." He gently led me back to the bed, chuckling at my attempt to walk straight like my knees aren't attempting to give out under me at any given moment.

He helped me to the center of the bed, I was on my back, pillow under my head.

He walked away from me, opening a drawer before handing me a vibrator.

I looked at him.

"What?" He asked.

"What's this for?"

"You. Well... me too. But you." He shrugged.

"Why?"

"So many questions." He murmured.

"W-what do I do?"

"Use it."

"Yeah I know but like... are you done?" I asked.

"Gods no. I haven't had enough. But I know my voice alone can make your thighs rub together tightly under any table we both sit at." He smirked, grabbing a chair from the corner of our room, placing it against the wall across from me.

"I'm a sucker for a woman's body. The way you arch, your breasts perk and change shape as you wiggle through an orgasm. The way your toes point till the point of release." He sighed.

"I could go on for hours about all the things there is to admire. But for now I want to see it. I want you to make yourself cum. I want to watch from a father distance." He leaned back against the chair, his hard cock in his hand as he gently worked it.

"Come on, Amara." He said.

"Okay." I whispered.