Her tears were almost immediately taken over by moaning; loud intense moaning. I was intrigued at the fact that pain brought on this arousal from her. I pulled my fingers out of her tight, wet hole and moved my hand away from her pearl. I walked around to the front of her and fell to my knees. I had yet to taste her and if she was as sweet as I was expecting, maybe I would make a regular habit out of it. Turning her on with pain and pleasing her orally afterwards.
I gently used my fingers to move her lips apart and expose her beautiful wetness and gently blew on her clitoris. She inhaled sharply and I saw it become harder. I smiled. Disobedient or not, Riley was definitely my favorite.
“Are you enjoying this, Riley?” I asked.
She nodded her head and I watched her breathing become uneasy. I reached around and grabbed her immaculate ass with both of my hands tightly and gently used the tip of my tongue to begin licking her. Because her arms were tied above her head, I wasn’t going to fully please her, but I just needed a taste.
I plunged my tongue inside of her before I pulled out and shoved two fingers inside of her. I began to lick hungrily at her clit but I knew that I would have to be fast. If she pulled or bucked too much, she would dislocate her shoulders again. Her moans were enough to make me crazy. Certifiably insane; I pulled my fingers out of her and moved my mouth to cover her so that I could taste her fully and pulled my throbbing dick out of my pants. I started to tug on myself while I continued to lick her. I wanted to be inside of her again desperately, but that was a privilege she would have to earn back.
I was, however, surprised when her body started to shake. Was it this easy to make Riley come? I continued to stroke myself and lick her as her breathing began to intensify. Within a matter of mere seconds, she started to moan loudly and her juices began to flow over my tongue. I licked her dry, making sure not to spill a drop. Then I stood up, still tugging until it was my turn. I gasped loudly as I shot my semen all over her perfect belly.
I stood there for a moment, trying to steady my breathing, before I pushed myself back into my pants. I didn’t bother to clean her up; it served to add to the humiliation and lesson. Instead, I grabbed her clothes and my shirt and walked out of the room, firmly closing the door behind me.
Sixteen
I was woken up the next morning by the obnoxious sound of someone banging on the front doors. I sighed and tossed my quilt off and walked quickly down the hall and made my way down the stairs. I rubbed my face tiredly before I pulled the door open to see who even stepped foot on my property to begin with.
“Yes?” I asked the young couple that was standing outside my door.
“I’m sorry to have woken you up sir,” the raven haired male with glasses said. “We got a flat tire and I was wondering if you had a phone we could borrow?”
“Yeah,” I said stepping aside and letting them in. The girl he had with him was young, eighteen at the most, and had blonde hair and big doe green eyes. Freckles covered her face, arms, and shoulders; pretty much every square inch of her skin that I could see and I was suddenly reminded of my “test conquest.” The one my mentor had given to me before he retired so to speak from this lifestyle.
Anberlin; she looks just like Anberlin, I thought as I led them to my study. This was one of the rooms that I didn’t have a code pad for so I just pulled the door open and waved them in.
“There’s a phone over by that table,” I said nodding to the right.
“Thank you,” he replied. I watched them both, her huddling at his side, and him lifting the receiver to make his phone call. I sat on the edge of my desk and crossed my arms over my chest watching her more so than him.
Some things in life could be considered pure coincidence, but this I just couldn’t brush off as such.
Anberlin’s twin turned slightly to glance at me over her shoulder and I felt an urge starting to rise inside of me. It wasn’t the urge that I had with Riley, it was more of a “how did you manage to escape” urge. I walked around the desk and sat on the chair, powering on the computer. I wanted to go through the galleries I kept on it; I was very meticulous with my record keeping and to think that this could be Anberlin and not a twin, was making me a little angry.
The young man turned to look at me, “Excuse me sir? Your phone doesn’t seem to be working.”
“I know,” I replied, pulling up the folder I was looking for. They stood there and stared at me; I knew because I felt their eyes on me as I sat intensely staring at the pictures that were now beginning to fill the screen.
“Do you have another that we can use?” he asked a bit nervously.