David’s breath hitched at her words, a shiver of excitement running down his spine. He knew he should be afraid, but the threat in Sarah’s voice only seemed to fuel his arousal.
Sarah’s other hand snaked around to grip David’s crotch, cupping his bulging erection through his pants. “Mmm, looks like you’re already hard for it, you dirty little whore,” she purred, her fingers squeezing his throbbing member.
David let out a strangled moan, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily. He knew he was lost, consumed by the forbidden attraction to his own mother.
Sarah pulled back, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “From this moment on, you’re mine, David. My personal slut, my plaything. And I’ll use you however I please.”
As the words fell from her lips, a chill ran down David’s spine, mingling with the heat that always seemed to course through his veins when he was in Sarah’s presence. He could feel his face burning, his tongue darting out to wet suddenly dry lips. He knew then that he was truly, irrevocably damned.
Sarah’s hands, those deceptively soft hands, gripped his shoulders, holding him steady as she leaned in close, her warm breath washing over his ear. “You’ll learn to crave this, David,” she whispered, the husky timbre of her voice sending shivers through him. “Crave my touch, my punishment, my…ownership.”
David let out a ragged gasp, his head falling back as he surrendered to the primal urge that had taken hold of him. His hips rocked forward again, helpless to resist the carnal hunger that had been awakened within him. He could feel his cock straining against his pants, aching for release, for the touch that only Sarah could provide.
“You’re going to be my good little slut,” Sarah murmured, her fingers trailing down his chest, sending sparks of pleasure dancing across his skin. “My obedient toy. And I’ll reward you, of course, when you please me. But when you don’t…oh, the punishment will be so much sweeter.”
As she spoke, her hand dipped lower, cupping the bulge in his pants and giving it a rough squeeze. David’s moan was loud and ragged, his body arching into her touch as he fought to stay on his feet.
“Look at you,” Sarah purred, her fingers deftly unfastening his belt and yanking down his zipper. “So eager, so desperate. You want this, don’t you, David? Want me to use you, to take you hard and dirty, to make you scream my name?”
“Yes,” he managed to choke out, too far gone to be embarrassed by his wanton admission. “God, yes…use me, Sarah…make me yours…”
With a wicked chuckle, Sarah tugged his pants and underwear down, freeing his aching erection. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly, watching with a satisfied smirk as pre-cum beaded at the tip.
“Not yet, my pet,” she said, withdrawing her hand just as he was about to erupt. “We have all night, and I have so many plans for you…”