"Lakshmi…" I groaned, my voice muffled.
"Yes?" she replied innocently, pausing just long enough to drive me crazy. "Do you want more?"
I nodded frantically, unable to form words. She chuckled, low and throaty, and resumed her ministrations, this time pushing her tongue inside me. The intrusion was unexpected but exhilarating, and I arched my back, pressing myself closer to her.
"Such a needy little bastard," she teased, her breath hitching as she worked me open. "You love this, don't you? Being at my mercy?"
"Yes," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
She rewarded me with a bite to my ass cheek, sharp enough to make me yelp but not hard enough to hurt. "Good. Now stay still."
I obeyed, trembling as she positioned herself behind me. The tip of the strap-on pressed against my entrance, and I tensed instinctively.
"Relax," she repeated, her hands massaging my hips. "I won't hurt you."
Her reassurance calmed me, and I took a deep breath, willing my muscles to loosen. Slowly, she pushed forward, the pressure intense but not unbearable. Inch by inch, she filled me, her movements controlled and deliberate. By the time she was fully sheathed, I was panting, my nails digging into the cushions.
"How does that feel?" she asked, her voice thick with desire.
"It's… a lot," I managed, my voice shaky.
She laughed softly, leaning over me so her chest pressed against my back. "You'll get used to it." Then, with a firm grip on my hips, she began to move.
The rhythm was slow at first, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me. But as I adjusted to the sensation, she picked up the pace, her movements becoming more forceful. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with our ragged breaths and the occasional groan.
"You're taking me so well," she murmured, her voice laced with approval. "Such a good little motherfucker."
Her words sent a jolt of heat through me, and I moaned, burying my face in the cushions. She responded by ramming into me harder, her thrusts now deep and relentless. My body shook with each impact, and I could feel myself losing control, my mind consumed by the sheer intensity of it all.
"Lakshmi…" I panted, my voice breaking.
"What is it, bastard?" she demanded, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling my head back. "Tell me what you want."
"I…" I hesitated, unsure of how to articulate the storm of emotions raging inside me. But she didn't wait for an answer. Instead, she leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, "You want to cum, don't you?"
I nodded frantically, desperate for release. She tightened her grip on my hair, forcing me to arch my back even more. "Then ask nicely."
"Please," I begged, my voice cracking. "Please let me cum."
She rewarded me with a particularly hard thrust, hitting a spot that made me see stars. "Good boy. Cum for me."
Her permission was all I needed. With a cry, I let go, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. She kept going, riding me through my orgasm until I was completely spent, collapsing onto the couch in a trembling heap.
For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the sound of our labored breathing. Then she leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear once more.
"Still think you're in charge, bastard?" she teased, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
I didn't have the energy to respond, but she didn't seem to care. She untangled herself from me, standing up and stretching languidly, like a cat basking in the aftermath of a hunt.
"Clean yourself up," she said, her tone casual now, as if nothing had happened. "And don't forget—you owe me."