Lisa’s teeth pressed against my neck and I arced, pushing my breast into her palm.  Her fingers drew a line down the swell of my mound and I wiggled away from them, pressing against her.  I’d had orgasm after orgasm, my clit pulsed, but I knew she would make me come again.  “Again, Dee.”  Her voice was rich, firm, and there’s no room for argument.  My cunt squeezed and I was wetter still at her certainty.  I nodded and arched, reaching back over my shoulder for her.  Her grip on my breast shifted.

I gasped as she caught my nipple between thumb and forefinger and started to squeeze, a steady increase of pressure.  I was caught there against her, between her hands.  “My wanton slut,” she said against my neck.  My cunt was slick and hot and swollen and her fingers slid around my clit in such a way that it felt huge. “Oh god,” I whispered.  Lisa’s fingers trapped that tender flesh easily and she started to squeeze it just as she did my nipple.  My hips bucked and a tortured moan escaped my lips.

“Please.”  I begged but I didn’t know what I was asking for.  Lisa knew.  Her hips thrust against mine, forcing my cunt against her fingers.  We’re slippery with sweat, I was sticky with candle wax and I could smell her come all over me.  My skin was tender, my cunt, ass, all stretched and sore, and I know she would keep using me until I was limp.

“Such a whore you are,” she growled against my shoulder and her hips jabbed at mine.  Lisa held my clit so hard that I couldn’t believe I didn’t scream.  “So easy to use, so ready for more.”  Her hands were cruel and her mouth more so.

My hips rocked.  My clit was hard and she started tugging at it as if it were a tiny, little cock.  It hurt.  It was exquisite.  I could feel the orgasm trapped behind her fingers, the pressure building, and I knew this one would tear me apart.

“No,” she snarled, her voice harsh, ragged at the edges as if she would tear apart too. Her free hand came up and I groaned as her fingers closed around my throat.  “Not until I tell you,” she said.  “Your orgasms are mine.”  The constriction sent hot sparks up and down my spine and my hips jumped.  Her fingers clutched, squeezing around my larynx and I started to shake.  “You’re mine, Dee, mine to fuck, and use, and take.”  She pulled my head around and my eyes went wide as she glared at me.  I hung on the edge and her fingers ceased their torment.  “Come.  Now.”  Lava rushed up my spine and into my cunt.  My lips stretched and I screamed, bucking back into Lisa, my body jerking so wildly she released my throat and held me to her until at last I tumbled back down off the insane high of my orgasm.

Somewhere between one breath and another a sob broke loose and Lisa cupped my mound and curled me to her as the tears flowed. “Such a good girl,” she whispered against my lips and we both felt my cunt flex in response .