Forbidden Desires

Despite the sound of the music, the girl heard soft whirring sound emitting from near her right ear. She anticipated the touch of something that vibrated against her skin. Maybe a vibrator. She was not sure.

He let her drown in her own thoughts trying to contemplate what he was going to her. He knew from experience, it increased her arousal. Not that he cared about her ȯrġȧsms, but he needed her wet and drench milking his ċȯċk when he finally decided thrust himself inside her. Clench around him.

Delayed gratification. It always helped him be done with this ordeal faster. Not ponder upon the empty feeling in his heart. It seemed the void this time had drained all of his soul.

When, she was positively aroused by the sound itself he brushed his vibrating forefinger against the shell of her ear.

“Do you feel it Tessa? What me to fuċk you with it?”

“Hmmmm…” she murmured inanimately.

“Good… the little whore approves! But this is not about you! This is about what pleases me!” Sky whispered with uncontained anger. Realizing how much worse his temper was than when he had fuċkėd his wife like this or even two days ago when he fuċkėd Bianca.

“Yes, sir.”

Sky traced the curve of her lovely fair neck with the twin vibrating fingers. Moving along the line of her jumping pulse. His head bend down to stroke the pulse under his tongue, still vibrating to life under his fingertips.

Feeling thump under his tip, the arousal announcing itself under his touch. His fingers moved lower the back of his knuckles moving along the side of her brėȧst and lower still, cupping her brėȧsts in his palms. Feeling their light weight against them.

Hearing the vibration resonate along the underside of right brėȧst. Her breath became impossibly harsh.

“Mmmm you like it… I wonder what would happen if I touched you nɨppŀė with this?”

Sky moved to stand in front of her, lowering his lips to her left nɨppŀė, taking it in his mouth as he held the right between his forefinger and thumb. His tongue circling around it, tasted the nasty taste of her skin while feeling the pulsing nɨppŀė. His teeth and fingers pulling them, kneading them as the muscles of her thɨġhs began to tense to a breaking point.

She finally lost control of her body as loud mȯȧns escaped her lips, screaming like a whore. Her eyes rolled back and the tension coursed. She felt his fingers suddenly plunge between her parted lips. No warning given as he twisted his fingers deep inside. Twisting and turning the vibrations till he curled it to brush her G-spot. He stopped there, letting the pulse intensify. Pushing over and over till she found herself falling over.

“Scream for me you fuċkɨnġ whore. Scream till everyone can hear you. Hear how you spread your legs for me. Let me have you. Scream!”

Sky didn’t stop pumping his fingers, watching them move in and out of her as she rode her ȯrġȧsm. Looking down at himself he realized he still wasn’t hard.

“Bend and hold your buŧŧ cheeks open. Seems I am not done punishing you yet.”

She knelt down on her knees, resting the upper half of her body on the bed, thrusting her buŧŧ out before sliding her fingers to hold it open. Sky looked down at her with a mixture of arousal and disgust. The sight made him marginally hard.

Moving back to the drawers he retrieves a brown leather crop, keagel beads, an anal plug and a bottle of lube. The girl couldn’t look back but, she heard a material slap against Sky’s palm. Immediately responding to it again. One would not have believed she had just achieved an ȯrġȧsm by the way her brėȧsts started to push against the bed.

Sky stood behind her, his thumb tracing the rosy bud of her ȧss before inserting it inside. She stifled back mȯȧn to the touch of his thumb.

“You have had someone take you here… haven’t you? I can feel it in the way you respond to my fingers. Oh what joy it is to fuċk a sŀut like you, Tessa… debase you… humiliate you. Do you want people to watch you? I bet you do. Maybe you want many more ċȯċks between your legs. I was never enough for you was i? But then again… you weren’t with me out of love were you? You filthy common whore!”

Removing his thumb Sky applied lube on his fingers pushing them inside her ȧss, spreading them inside her walls. Finally, replacing his fingers with the anal plug he moved to make work of her ċunt.

Examining her sėx he announced, “I don’t thing I need to lubricate you here… you are drenched on your own…”

And then he inserted inside her the keagel balls.

“let nothing slip out. Or we will have to start all over again!” Sky warned.

She felt the leather trace the rosy bud once before it left. She heard the gushing wind and the slap against the anal plug before she felt it. Pushing the beads and plug further inside before sliding back into place. A shallow hard thrust.

The first few beating a few moments apart. Letting her acquaint herself with the pleasurable pain. Making her beg for more.

“You want more? Fine…”

Torrents of slaps of the leather traced her entire buŧŧ, thrusting the beads and plug each time. Tingling her skin as blood rushed to buŧŧ and arousal drenched her thɨġhs. The fullness and the thrusts becoming too much to bear when suddenly they stopped. His fingers removed the keagel beads from inside only to be replaced by his ċȯċk. Stretching her more than anything could. He thrust but for times. Four deep and hard strokes, grunting with each of them before topping both of them off the cliff into a mind numbing ȯrġȧsm.

His body rested on top of her for a few minutes as he removed the plug out her ȧss.

“Clean the toys and you can stay in here the night. There are some clothes in the last drawer. You can wear them and leave whenever it is you want.”

“Aren’t you staying?”

“No Tessa. The only woman I share the bed with is my wife and that too because I have to. We had sėx. We both came. You more than me. Let’s end it there.”

With that Sky left.

But, nothing helped him. His fingers curled in a fist as he punched the tiles on the wall. The first punch was hurt his knuckles, shooting up a wave of pain, dissipating a fraction of his anger. So, he didn’t stop. He punched again and again, till blood oozed down his wrists from the cruelty his knuckles endured. Till the pain numbed the anger.

And then there was nothing. A simple deep pit that buried the anger and the guilt Sky felt. Unable to accept that he was broken. Unable to accept that he hated himself for doing this to Sierra again. He might not love her, but as Aiyana said, she did deserve his respect. His fidelity. She might never have him because Tessa took away from Sierra what would have been rightfully hers but he would try to give her a part of that happiness. She deserved happiness. Not the humiliation and anger that Tessa left behind.

What he was least willing to accept was that the anger might have been the aftermath of Tessa breaking him but Sierra would never truly have him because he was in love with Aiyana. Without knowing it he had fallen in love with her in that past few months.

What started out as ŀust and changed to friendship was actually unrequited love.. And maybe that’s what truly broke him.