Clandestine [C.H]

45

Calum Hood

"Good. On your back, mouth open," I instruct her, helping her get off of me. She does as she's told, no argument, and shifts onto her back, her mouth ajar as she looks at me. I jut her closer to me and waste no time pulling her pants down, tossing them to the side. "You're absolutely beautiful, I could look at you forever." She smiles and shifts her eyes away from mine. "I said mouth open."

Her smile fades as she quickly goes back to following instructions. Her hips roll as a small groan comes from the back of her throat. I climb over her, using my wounded forearm to hold myself up. She keeps her eyes on mine as I come down for a soft kiss before harshly taking hold of her jaw and spitting into her mouth. I push her jaw shut and shift my hand to her throat, digging my fingers into her skin. "Swallow."

She nods and gulps, making her throat move beneath my hand exactly how I wanted.

"No moving, no noises."

She nods. "Got it."

I grab her jaw again, squishing her cheeks together. "What did I just say?" I reprimand her harshly. When she doesn't respond, I give her cheek a small slap, not enough to hurt her, but enough to up her breathing. "Hm?" No response. "That's what I thought. Good girl."

I kiss her once more before kneeling between her legs. Her eyes follow me, keeping me in her vision the entire time. I look down to see her already soaked through her underwear, begging to be taken care of. I gently run my thumb over the delicate fabric covering her pussy and watch her shudder, her eyes screwing shut. She's always so perfectly responsive to my touch, I could watch it all day.

A smirk crosses my lips and I shift her thong to the side, exposing her. Her back arches slightly, but she quickly stops her movements. I let it slide. After not touching her for a couple of seconds, purely torturing her, I place the flat of my thumb right against her clit, pressing down.

Her hips jut from the touch and a small, very faint, sound comes from her mouth. Her eyes immediately meet mine, fear evident within her irises. "Bad, Charlotte, you're not following instructions," I say calmly.

"I'll be better, I swear," she says quickly, wanting to keep it going.

"Ssshhh, it's okay, Little Devil, a small practice run for you," I explain and she lets out an audible breath, dropping her head back down. "Let's try again."

I let her sit in fear for a minute, keeping my touch away from her. I go for it again as her breathing calms, running my index finger from her clit down to her opening and quickly slipping my finger into her.

"Ah!" So responsive. Her legs shift and her back arches at the touch. "Shit," she mutters to herself, so quietly that I almost missed it; key word being almost.

I quickly pull out and flip her over as if she were a rag doll. I grab her hips and lift them before slapping her ass. She yelps at the pain, moaning straight after. I flip her back around. "Try again."

I go for it again, I run my finger up her slit before pushing into her. I watch as her jaw drops open and nothing but a silenced sound comes out. Her head rolls back and her back arches as I thrust the two fingers in. She stops herself and breathes heavily, I let her have it, she's trying too hard.

"You're doing so well, baby," I praise her before slipping my middle finger into her.

I move my fingers in her, pressing up and shoving until I'm knuckles deep.

She loses it and a full moan of relief comes from her mouth. She stills as I still. After a few seconds, she lifts her head to look at me, the second our eyes meet she's on her stomach with her ass in the air. I slam my hand down before gently rubbing over the red area. She yelps as I hit her other cheek, and I can't help reveling in the red hand mark that has appeared from my touch.