Chapter One - Encounter
He released a low, deep chuckle from the back of his throat, his large, strong hands gripping like a vice around Alyssa's dainty wrists. The hallway she was being dragged down was dark and dingy, with a deep hue of burgundy paint down the walls with splinters of cracks running through them. "Now, to my room", he growled softly, his dark chocolate eyes gleaming over with a cold, rough blackness like empty pits. His smile was gleaming with anticipation, or some delicious delight. His fingers clamped down like a vice as he opened the heavy door; the walls were a deep hue of blood red, drinks laid out on the vanity; they were evenly spaced out in a chaotic order. His palm softly let go of her thin wrists, Richie calmly walking over to get a drink; his mind was firing on all cylinders of what he could do with his new firey, fine, beautiful specimen of a woman. His sadistic tendancies were bubbling beneath the surface of his skin.
Alyssa stood up, confidently walking over to him, feeling a kind of ache bubbling away inside of her as her pussy flowed it's sticky and sweet juices. He stood tall, his eyes dancing as he took all of her in; he couldn't help the growing pain. A gentle groan spilled from the back of Richie's throat as he cupped her face sweetly and Alyssa tried to stand on the tips of her toes in order to reach him. Suddenly, in a manner of loss of control, he kissed her deeply, his tounge lunging deep inside of her delicious mouth as she moaned out of pure pleasure and appreciation. "Eager?" she grinned, pulling away as his hands wandered down to her shirt, slipping it off Alyssa's delicate body gently. She felt an unreal heat, making her shiver softly, wanting him.
"Seems we're the eager one now...." he chuckled lowly as his skilled fingers unbuckled her bra quickly and easily, flinging it by the door. She bit her lip softly whilst his hungry tounge licked ravenously down her breasts; licking the sweet smell of her burnt Richie's senses to shreds with anticipation. Hit thumb moved southwards, pulling, tugging and twisting at her nipple and then slowed down, rolled it around lazily as it became a pebble of perfection under his touch. A confided smirk appearing on her flushed face; her eyes were dark and hungry.
Richie nodded, taking her to the bed at the back of the room and laid her down softly, on which she felt her clit begin to grow wet and sopping as he drew closer, reaching out for him as he took some scarves, smiling slyly.
"Now, you listen to me. My rules, okay?" he grinned darkly as he took one of her dainty wrists when she nodded eagerly. Alyssa's wrists we're tied to the posts of the bed, trying to stay submissive, otherwise he would punish her and he did not care by what means. Richie chuckled, eyes gleaming like Dexter as he gently undid his belt and peeled off his boxers, revealing his throbbing length.
He quickly moved his attention to his squirming slave, tearing off the rest of her clothes roughly as he felt her sweet and sticky juices flowing onto his hand.
Alyssa stood up, confidently walking over to him, feeling a kind of ache bubbling away inside of her as her pussy flowed it's sticky and sweet juices. He stood tall, his eyes dancing as he took all of her in; he couldn't help the growing pain. A gentle groan spilled from the back of Richie's throat as he cupped her face sweetly and Alyssa tried to stand on the tips of her toes in order to reach him. Suddenly, in a manner of loss of control, he kissed her deeply, his tounge lunging deep inside of her delicious mouth as she moaned out of pure pleasure and appreciation. "Eager?" she grinned, pulling away as his hands wandered down to her shirt, slipping it off Alyssa's delicate body gently. She felt an unreal heat, making her shiver softly, wanting him.
"Seems we're the eager one now...." he chuckled lowly as his skilled fingers unbuckled her bra quickly and easily, flinging it by the door. She bit her lip softly whilst his hungry tounge licked ravenously down her breasts; licking the sweet smell of her burnt Richie's senses to shreds with anticipation. Hit thumb moved southwards, pulling, tugging and twisting at her nipple and then slowed down, rolled it around lazily as it became a pebble of perfection under his touch. A confided smirk appearing on her flushed face; her eyes were dark and hungry.
Richie nodded, taking her to the bed at the back of the room and laid her down softly, on which she felt her clit begin to grow wet and sopping as he drew closer, reaching out for him as he took some scarves, smiling slyly.
"Now, you listen to me. My rules, okay?" he grinned darkly as he took one of her dainty wrists when she nodded eagerly. Alyssa's wrists we're tied to the posts of the bed, trying to stay submissive, otherwise he would punish her and he did not care by what means. Richie chuckled, eyes gleaming like Dexter as he gently undid his belt and peeled off his boxers, revealing his throbbing length.
He quickly moved his attention to his squirming slave, tearing off the rest of her clothes roughly as he felt her sweet and sticky juices flowing onto his hand.
Comments
Post a Comment