Haunted

Heal - UNEDITED

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"Don't make a sound," Justin's voice was rough like he'd just woken up.

Clara grinned, despite his harsh tone. With his hand over her mouth she wouldn't have been able to make much noise anyway. Instead she arched her back so her ass pushed against his erection.

"No, don't get all coy either," Justin's lips were right against her ear. "You do exactly what I tell you or you'll be very, very sorry. Do you understand?"

Clara nodded. She wanted to be able to see him but Justin was lying behind her so she closed her eyes and tried to feel what he was doing so she could picture it. His hand moved away from her mouth and she felt him tugging his boxer briefs off. Then his fingers were sliding up her side.

"Open your mouth," Justin ordered. Clara licked her lips but opened her mouth a tiny bit, not entirely sure what to expect. She trusted him, but it wasn't until his fingers slipped in that she fully relaxed. "Lick these," Justin said. "Be nasty or you might be sorry," he warned. Clara grinned again and made sure to get his fingers nice and wet as he pulled her panties down with his other hand.

As she suspected, almost as soon as Justin pulled those fingers out of her mouth he was spreading her legs to push them inside her which meant he'd finally moved somewhere she could see him. While he worked his fingers he used his tongue to trace the outline of her pussy lips and clit.

"Fuck," Clara moaned as Justin finally let his tongue flick over her clit. She bit her tongue right after that when all the wonderful feelings ended at once.

"What did I say?" Justin grabbed her wrists and yanked them over her head. "You like this, don't you? You like being punished," he accused.

Clara knew better than to respond. She licked her lips again and waited, knowing exactly what Justin would do now. She felt him moving higher and then his knees were on either side of her shoulders.

"Open your mouth," Justin ordered and Clara did, waiting for him to fill her mouth with his hard cock. "That's right," he coached as Clara worked her tongue against it while he fucked her mouth. "Mm," he moaned.

But it didn't last and Justin was soon pulling out of her mouth to get her shirt off. Clara bit her tongue as he took it off because she'd just had a thought and didn't want to break the rules but she had to know.

"Did you lock the door?" she asked.

"Get on the floor," Justin gave her a gentle shove. Clara tried not to smile. "Of course I locked the fucking door," he hissed. "I knew you liked this too much," Justin sighed and wiggled a finger inside her pussy. He pulled it out, scraping some of her wetness out with it. "Now you'll really be sorry," he insisted.

Clara took a deep breath and braced herself for what would happen next. It had taken him years but Justin had finally discovered a position that gave Clara absolutely no pleasure. She had to admit it was one of the most uncomfortable positions to spend any time in but she also knew it made her feel excruciatingly tight so as much as she disliked it, she knew Justin loved it which in the long run meant she ended up enjoying it a little. Not that Justin could ever know that.

"Mm, fuck," Justin groaned, pushing down on her as he began pounding away. He let out a series of high pitched gasps. Clara knew if she could have seen his face he would have had on that sexy, dazed look of his that usually did her in. But her face was down so she had to imagine the look as Justin came, moaning and digging his nails into her hips.