Teach Me Dirty(74)

“That’ll make me come… if you keep… if you keep doing that…”

“I hope so.”

His thumb worked crazy magic on my clit, and he f*cked me so slowly with those two wet fingers, and I didn’t know how to move anymore, I was just a mess of juddery legs and squelching, and if I’d have been able to care I’d have been embarrassed, but I was too excited to be embarrassed.

“Oh God, Mr Roberts…”

“Mark.” he said. “Say it.”

And it felt so weird, and naughty… it felt naughty to call him by his first name. “Mark,” I said. “Oh God, Mark… that’s nice… that’s so nice…”

“That’s my good girl.” He was staring at me, watching my pleasure, watching my ragged breaths and the way I wanted him and the way he was making me squirm, and I loved it. I loved his eyes on me. “Take your time, Helen. Don’t rush this.”

I didn’t need to take my time, I was getting that urgent feeling, that tension in me, like I needed something, like something was going to happen, and I couldn’t stop it, and I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to stop it.

“Mark, please… don’t stop… don’t stop…”

“Good girl, Helen.”

I could hear myself, and it was so wet. I tried to shuffle down the bench, but I couldn’t move, my arms were pulled tight, and I liked how it felt when I fought it, I liked knowing I was trapped.

“Don’t stop… don’t stop… don’t stop…”

“That’s it, Helen, that’s it.”

And I was moving my hips, and he moved with me, knowing my body better than I did as I started to jerk and hiss and lose my mind. I made noises and I didn’t care, didn’t care how loud I was, or how stupid I looked.

He didn’t stop touching me until I was floppy and spent, with my legs hanging over the bench like blobs of jelly and my pulse loud in my ears. And I giggled, I giggled at how good it felt and I didn’t even know why.

I giggled until he slipped his fingers into my mouth. And then I went quiet.

“Suck,” he said. “Taste yourself.”

I tasted weird, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

My heart did a little jump as he pulled his fingers from my mouth and sucked them straight into his.

“You’re going to be a good girl now, aren’t you, Helen?”

I nodded. “Yes. Whatever you want.”

“I want you to trust me. Can you do that?”

I nodded again.

He flipped me on my front in a heartbeat, and the rope twisted and pulled my wrists just a little bit tighter. I was off balance, the edge of the bench hard against my hip bones as my thighs strained for stability. I heard Mr Roberts’ belt loosening, and then I felt him. He was hot and thick, and he felt so big as he rubbed his cock against me from behind.

“Relax and breathe.”

I tried my best, but he wouldn’t go in without a real push, and I had to hold my breath and bite my lip while he worked his cock inside me.

“That’s good,” he said. “So tight.”

He forced my thighs further apart with his and I let out a little whimper as he sank all the way in. And then he moved. Fast. And it was hard, and deep and I could feel it in my tummy, and it hurt at first, but I didn’t want him to stop, and he didn’t stop, and when he shunted me onto the bench a little further something changed and it didn’t hurt at all.

It felt weird… and there was that urgency again, that feeling that something is brewing… but it was stronger… and it was inside me, deeper than before…

“Take it, Helen, take it hard, good girl.”

“Harder…” I said, and I didn’t even know why. “Fuck me…” I lay my cheek against the wood of the bench and listened to him thrust and groan and slap his flesh against mine. “Please, Mark… f*ck me hard…”

“Christ, Helen… that’s beautiful…”

“Fuck me, Mark… harder…”

“Say it again.”

“Harder, Mark, f*ck me harder…”

“Did you like the dirty talking on the video, Helen? Did it make you wet?”

Oh God, the embarrassment. It exploded inside me. But I nodded.

“Say it, Helen… tell me what you liked.”

“I liked it… I want you to tell me… how it feels… I want to hear you say…” I screwed my eyes shut and pressed my forehead to the bench.

And his breath was on my ear. “You want me to tell you how good your tight little * feels, Helen? You want to know how hard I want to f*ck you? How deep I am inside your beautiful little cunt?”

“Oh God…”

I felt him smile. “I thought so. You really are a beautiful sweet thing, Helen Palmer. I think you’ll probably be the ruin of me.”

“Please… more…”

I squeaked as his hand wrapped around my throat, and his other twisted my hair, pulled it back until my arms were stretched so tight.

And then he f*cked me hard enough that the bench hurt my hips, and I could hear the hiss of my breath. His hand tightened around my neck, and I loved how it felt. I was nervous but not scared, and it was exhilarating and wild and beautiful.