With A Wink

I parked my car, and dug around in my purse for my sunglasses. Finding them, I slapped them on over my eyes even though it was dark. My boot hit the asphalt with a click.
I really should have gotten a pair in black or something, I thought to myself, eyeing the pink boot distastefully. I suppose it would have been okay if I was wearing pink lingerie or whatever, but I wasn’t. It was a deep shade of navy blue, which I consider to be neither sexy nor cute nor pure and innocent and virginal and shit. But you know what they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
You may think that this is all irrelevant banter, and it most certainly is. Did I kill off your erection? You’re dripping pussy? I’ll do my best to remedy that issue later on if I did. ;) (Yeah, that’s right, winking emoticon. Bam.)
I tapped on the door of the deserted building. It slid open with a creak. I dug out a fistful of paper bills and handed it over.
“Thanks dolls… don’t spend it all in one place,” I said to the men I had arranged to kidnap my darling husband.
The room was sparely barren, except for a lone chair with a slumped figure in it.
“Lauren!” he said in an obvious panic, “What’s going on?”
“Shhhhh,” I murmured, stroking his hair softly, “Aren’t you the one who’s always telling me to relax?”
“What? What’s going on? Did you do this? I swear, Laruen-”
“Hush Kitten.”
I pressed my lips against his to dissuade him from protesting anymore. Slipping into the kiss, I straddled him on the chair, pressing my breasts against his chest, clenching my fists in his hair.
“Maybe,” he said breathlessly when I took my lips away “I’m getting over the fact that you like… had me assaulted.”
“Did I not tell you to shut-up?”
“No?”
“Well, I’m saying it now. Shut up.”
“What?”
“Mmmm… I want some time away from being all sweet and innocent,” I replied with a pout.
“Will you at least untie me first?”
I slapped him across the cheek. “I told you to be quiet.”
He winced and didn’t say anything.
“I’m going to suck your dick,” I stated matter-of-factly as I unbuttoned my coat. (Like… normal coat, cause I still need to get one of those mysterious trench-y things into my arsenal.)
His mouth opened, but he thought better of it and closed it again.
“Aww… see, you learn fast,” I murmured, helping him out of his pants. I kissed his cheek, still flushed from its experience with my palm and rubbed his cock with my hand, feeling it swell and engorge under me. I ran my fingers up and down its length a few times, and then wrapped my hand around it, my thumb barely meeting my index finger.
With my other hand, I pulled the scrunchy out of my hair and let my dark tresses fall around my shoulders.
“Aaron,” I glanced up at him, “Did you remember to buy the cheese I asked for?”
“What?”
Poor baffled soul. I slowly tightened my grip around his dick, cutting of his circulation momentarily.
“Ow.”
“Well, I did tell you not to talk,” I replied, “What did I say I was going to do?”
He smirked as I glanced up at him. I ran my tongue from his balls to the head of the dick, and then returned his smirk and wrapped my lips around his hard cock, running my tongue along it. Taking my time, I swirled my tongue around the head and then lazily traced a figure 8 pattern up the shaft. I slid my fingers in between his as I started to suck on his balls. Slowly at first and then harder and harder until I felt his grip tighten on my fingers. I grazed my teeth along his balls then.
“How are you, babe?” I asked between strokes.
He groaned a little bit.
“Do you want your ass fucked?” I inquired.
“Surprise me.”
I slipped his dick back into my mouth and tilted my head back as I spread my legs and pressed my panties to the side and sunk a finger deep into my soaking cunt. His cock slid deep into the warm moistness of my throat, his balls against my lips. His nails pressed into my palms as his cum frothed out into my mouth, dripping down the side of my lip. I swallowed, reveling in the salty after taste.
I heard Aaron gasping for breath and I smiled and added another finger into my slit.
It took all my will to pull the fingers out. I stood up, still shaking from burning desire.
I jammed my index finger between his lips.
“Lick them, Bitch,” I hissed.
He obliged and sucked my index finger and then my middle one.
“Good?”
He nodded.
I smiled and began to untie his wrists. There’s only so much you can do while your partner is attached to a chair.
“On your hands and knees, doll.”
I smiled when he obliged.
“I’ll rape you.”
“You filthy cock sucking cunt.”
I slapped his ass hard, leaving a burning, red handprint.
“What did you say?” I demanded.
“Nothing,” he replied.
“That’s right, bitch.”
“We’ll really have to teach you a lesson, now won’t we?” I demanded.
He didn’t reply.
“Answer me.”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
I pulled out a large dildo.
I pressed it slowly against his ass and watched it slide in. I twisted it around slowly. I was dying to stick my fingers into my pussy again… but waiting made it all the better. As I slowly pressed it further in, my breathing grew labored and I was trembling with desire. In the background, Aaron was moaning about something, whether in pleasure or in pain, I was unaware. I was locked into my own little world of heated lust, lost in the thralls of sexual desire. I began to pull it in and out, increasing my speed as I went. I ripped my panties of and jammed in three fingers, I was drenching wet. I slid my fingers in and out in the same rhythm of the dildo. We came together. Passionately. Wonderfully. In a moment of absolute stillness and bliss.
“You know,” Aaron said, wrapping me up in his arms, “I’m going to have to make you pay for this one day.”
“I look forward to it,” I replied with a wink.