I heard her release a throaty moan, and I left another sharp pinch on her beady nipple.
"Someone sounds desperate," I mocked, my mouth near her soft white ears, which were flushed pink at the moment.
The deep flush spreading everywhere, from the tip of her ear to her visible cheeks that were smooched against the mattress, and even her neck and bare back.
I felt her hot body between my legs, my cocks raging to life as I stood above her on my knees.
"I haven't even started the repeat fully yet," I whispered, low and deep. The sound seemed to make her physically recoil as she, for the first time, flinched under my hand as if trying to rise up.
I kept her pressed firmly to the mattress as I retreated the hand that was playing with her tit back.
She, even while trying to get up, almost subconsciously pushed her tit out, as if trying to find the sensation again.
I knew for sure after the last night that Miss Evelyn was a very sensitive woman, making her lose her sanity from sheer pleasure, especially when her mind was foggy. That was child's play for me.
As I kept her head pushed into the mattress with my left hand, my right hand trailed from her side to her bare flushed back. I could feel the goosebumps rising on her soft supple skin.
"Wh-ahh... What are you doing?" Her voice was low, moany, and muffled as she tried to speak.
"Didn't I already say so?" My hand trailed lower as I felt her whole body stiffen. "I'm trying to make you remember."
I finished, grabbing handful of her soft butt cheek roughly in my palm.
"Make you remember that you don't forget a promise made with Adrian Voss." A small smack landed on her left ass cheek. I could feel her going still, as if she couldn't process what was happening.
"Make you remember that you don't take drinks from strangers." Smack.
"You don't just take your pleasure." Smack. "And forget about it in the morning." Smack.
I continued until her ass was as pink as her ears and her whole body was trembling, before finally stopping.
"And finally, so you'd know," I pushed my hand between her ass, which felt like it was scalding hot now.
"That you only cum when I let you." My hand clamped over her wet, warm, and twitching pussy, hidden between the well-trimmed hair.
She trembled all over, an unrestrained and loud moan leaving her mouth, just as I plunged my index finger inside her warmth.
"Remember now," I started, pushing and retreating the finger in and out of her surprisingly tight pussy.
"Remember how you begged me." My voice was still cold, still mocking, and still controlled, regardless of how uncontrollable and raging my cock felt, as it tried to tear itself out of my boxers.
"Ahh, ahh, mhnnn..." she moaned, her body rocking along my finger, as if a lost ship trying to find its anchor on a raging sea.
Alas, I wasn't about to make it so easy for her.
Just as I felt her pussy clamping, I pulled out completely.
She lifted her ass into the air, as if missing the contact.
"Remember," I whispered in her ear, before biting into her soft warm shoulder ruthlessly. The slightly salty and tangy taste of her filled my mouth as I didn't go hard enough to draw blood, just barely enough to leave a deep red mark behind, that wouldn't go away anytime soon.
She moaned loudly at the stinging pain of my mouth and my thumb ruthlessly pinching her clitoris.
She was lost in the haze at the moment, but I knew the moment I let her breathe, the moment she climaxed and finally came down from her current high, she'd try with all her might to run away, as any sane woman would.
So I didn't let her off. I kept plunging two, then three fingers into her pussy, kept stretching her tight weeping pussy out, while my thumb kept playing and pinching the engorged clitoris.
She was moaning wantonly now, her breath choppy, as I, for what must have felt to her like the millionth time, pulled my hand out just in time to deny her the orgasm. She started thrashing beneath me, her moans coming in weeping cries, her throat sounding parched.
As she kept repeating one word, "please."
"Please."
"Pl-ahhhh..."
"Sobb... Pleeeaasseee..."
"Now you remember, you remember the magic word now." I smiled.
"Keep trying, try again." I kept talking as I licked at the third red bite mark on her back.
"Go on, remember what we talked about."
She finally seemed to break down as she screamed, "Promise... I made a promise."
I once again started pushing my fingers inside her pussy, which made an audible squelching sound with its sticky, wet warmth coating my already wet fingers.
She almost seemed to mewl as the moan left her mouth.
"What promise?" I asked. She seemed not to have heard me.
But instead of repeating myself, I started pulling my hand back. She violently pushed her whole body back; of course, she couldn't do so because of my hold on her, but she tried.
"Marriage, promise, marriage!" She screamed, and just like that, I pushed all three fingers inside her completely, and my thumb pressed on her throbbing clitoris.
"Good girl," I whispered, my own voice sounding like a miniature moan, not that her clouded mind could hear the undertone, or hear anything at all.
"Go on, cum for me." Just as the words left my mouth, her body went into complete thrashing.
Warm wetness gushed out of her pussy, coating my whole hand and the bedsheet beneath as her whole body trembled violently. She rocked her whole body, riding out spasm after spasm of aftershocks rocking her system, as her voice was a mixture of unimaginable pleasure and a foreign kind of intense pain mixed together.
I could tell from her expression, it was pleasure so intense it was breaching borders with pain for her.
And then after what seemed like an hour, she finally went still.
I pulled my fingers out and raised my wet hand up.
Then I moved her head to the side, as the right side of her face became visible to me.
The sheets under her face were wet, and so was her face, with tears, saliva, sweat, and everything in between.
I laid down above her completely, engulfing her frame beneath my body, though I didn't put any extra weight onto her, just barely enough of it.
I soothed her hair with my left hand I pushed my right hand against her wet pink lips.
"Last lesson of today: good girls clean their mess." I said as I pushed her mouth open with my hand.
She was almost like a lifeless doll. "Open up." Just as I said it, the opening of her mouth was the only sign of her being alive.
As I pushed my fingers inside her warm mouth, her small soft tongue lapped up her own juices as if subconsciously trained.
Just as I was enjoying the moment, I felt her soft, pliant body become stiff again.
I knew that she had finally regained her senses.
And I also knew that she had felt the outline of my raging cock beneath my boxers, the outline that was perfectly lined and engulfed between the warm and caressing softness of her reddish pink ass cheeks.