Benny Watts Imagines

Now My Dear

Benny got back to his apartment after his short trip to get his car fixed. He'd been gone a few hours but that just made him miss his little lady all the more. Benny walked into the dimly lit apartment, the scent of sex hanging heavy in the air. His eyes locked onto Lina, suspended in a web of rope and desire, her face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure. He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he took in the sight before him.

Lina laid on their bed, on her back completely naked. Her hips were propped up with pillows, her legs spread as wide as possible so her cunt was completely exposed with her unable to hide it at all. Rope bound her body in intricate knots. Her hands were bound behind her back. A gag in her mouth, muffling her humiliated moans of his name

"Ah, my little lady," he whispered, his voice low and husky, "you look stunning like that." He dropped his keys on the counter and began to walk towards the bedroom, his eyes never leaving hers.

she whimpers and gasps unable to resist shifting her hips,

Benny's gaze followed the movement of her hips, his eyes burning with intensity as he watched her squirm against the restraints. He reached out a hand, running his fingers over the ropes that bound her, feeling the tension in them. "You want to move, don't you?" he asked, his voice dripping with seduction. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. "Tell me what you need, little lady." Benny's hand slipped down and rubbed her clit in clockwise circles

Lina's body arched off the bed, her hips bucking wildly as Benny's fingers danced across her sensitive flesh. She strained against the ropes, her moans muffled by the gag, but her eyes locked onto his with a desperate plea for release.

Benny's grip tightened around her clit, his thumb pressing down on the top of it as he continued to circle it with his index finger. He felt her muscles tense beneath him, her entire body coiled tight with anticipation. "Oh, yeah," he whispered, his voice husky with arousal, "you're so close already, aren't you?"

she whined and whimpered,

Benny smirked down at her and slipped a single finger inside her fucking her slowly with it watching her writhe in desire,

she nodded her cunt dripping with arousal as he works,

His fingers danced across her slick skin, teasing out every last drop of pleasure from her writhing form. With each gentle touch, she seemed to climb higher and higher, her breathing growing more ragged and urgent. But just when it seemed she couldn't bear the tension anymore, Benny would pause, holding her suspended on the precipice of climax.

Her eyes flashed with frustration, begging for release, but he merely smiled and resumed his maddening rhythm, driving her further still towards the edge. She was screaming as he fingers her so aggressively forcing her closer and closer to her orgasm but any time she gets to the brink he stops completely letting her get more and more frustrated as he edges her. Her face twisted in a mixture of agony and ecstasy, Lina's body convulsed beneath him as Benny expertly manipulated her delicate folds.

benny growled and clamped his lips on her clit licking and sucking as his fingers worked.

Lina's body arched off the bed, her hips bucking wildly as Benny's tongue ravaged her sensitive flesh. The sound of her own muffled screams filled the air, mingling with the scent of sweat and sex that hung heavy over them.

Benny's fingers moved in perfect sync with his lips, coaxing out a torrent of pleasure from Lina's trembling form.

She strained against the ropes, her muscles tensed to the breaking point, as he devoured her like a starving man.

Benny's fingers closed around Lina's nipple, pinching it hard enough to make her gasp. He rubbed the tender bud back and forth, watching with a keen eye as her face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure. His grip tightened, sending a jolt of electricity through her body, and Lina's hips jerked upward, seeking friction against his still-moving fingers.

A low moan built in her throat, threatening to spill out as Benny continued to toy with her nipple, his touch both brutal and exquisite. A shuddering wave washed over Lina's body as she finally succumbed to the pressure building inside her. Her muscles locked down, releasing a torrent of fluid that splattered against the bed, creating a sticky puddle that reflected the dim light of the room.

Benny's fingers slowed, then stopped altogether, as he watched with rapt attention the spectacle unfolding before him. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he gazed upon Lina's spent form, his chest rising and falling with a slow, measured breath. He reached up, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his gaze never leaving hers as he spoke in a low, husky tone, "Ah, my sweet little lady," Benny's gaze lingered on Lina's flushed face, his expression softening into a look of quiet admiration. He slowly withdrew his fingers from her still-quivering body, his movements deliberate and unhurried. As he stood up, his eyes never left hers, drinking in the sight of her sated form. With a gentle smile, he reached out and stroked her damp hair, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "Now, my dear," he said, his voice low and soothing, "we're just getting started."