Chapter 27

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Julian

My cock was swellingthe moment my angel pushed her glasses up her nose and started reading my words onscreen. My mind had run riot, fingers taking on a life of their own, and there had been nothing I could do to tone it down. The fruits of my efforts were so graphic they were virtually toxic.

I’d forgotten what it felt like to be utterly consumed by creativity, my senses swept up in the tornado of my subconscious as my characters took on their own form. The intensity of the writing experience had increased tenfold from any of my earlier efforts. My muse had possessed my soul. I could never do Rosie’s beauty of character justice, but I’d tried my hardest.

The erotic content in front of her wasn’t the only thing I’d been writing today, but I wasn’t ready to share that. For now, it was all about the perfection of defiling her sweetness on the pages.

I took a seat beside her at the table, focused on her expressions as she read. Her eyes were transfixed by the screen, breaths turning shallow as she scrolled. She was immersed in my words, just as I was immersed in her.

I knew which part she was reading as she stiffened in the chair. Her mouth opened, and she flashed me a glance.

“Too much?” I asked.

“No, just… different.”

It was just the tip of one extremely filthy iceberg. One chapter of many already brewing in my mind.

I’d laid myself absolutely bare for her in this scene, exposing my true, deviant nature. Her acceptance would be nothing short of a stunning miracle. To act out the scene for real would be like heaven on a seedy platter, but I had faith in miracles for once in my life. Rosie’s cheeks were bright pink as she kept on scrolling, but she didn’t pause or hold back. She soaked my words in without hesitation.

I wondered how wet her pussy was for me. The thought of her picturing my fantasies made my dick throb, and I had to bite my tongue to hold back from asking if she wanted to touch herself. I noticed how she began to shift in her seat, squirming. Her legs opened, just a touch, and she rocked a little. Grinding.

“You really want to do this to me?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Have you done it before?”

“Once, a long time ago. It would be a very different experience with you, though.”

Her eyes were magical.

“Why would it be different?”

“Because you’re an innocent little angel, and your cunt is considerably tighter.”

Those magical eyes sparkled at my words.

“Would it hurt?”

“Maybe. That depends on how wet you were. How desperate you were to take it.”

She smirked as she looked back at the screen, her Lilith side embracing her.

“I’d be very wet.”

“And would you be desperate to take it?”

She paused, like a devil, her nerves peeping through her smile as I watched, hawk-eyed. Then she nodded, with a dirty smile.

“Yeah. I’d be desperate to take it.”

I palmed by hard cock through my trousers. I knew which part she was reading, adoring how she circled her hips again.

“You really want to see me like this?” she asked, descending further into the filth.

“It would drive me beyond crazy to see you like that. To see insideyou like that.”

She looked disappointed when the scene onscreen came to an end. She click, click, clicked for more, but there was none to be read. The rest of my work was hidden in a separate document.

“Well, that was hot,” she told me, then fake fanned herself, in an attempt to make light of it, but there was no making light of it. I wanted her too much. I grabbed hold of her chair leg and pulled her closer. Her breath hitched as I put my face in hers.

“Are you going to be that needy little slut while I film you? Do you want to be a good girl and take what you’re given?”

“You really want to do those things to me?”

“You know I do. You know that dirty little heroine is you.” I took her face in my hands, squeezing her cheeks. “How did it feel to read about yourself? Did you like it?”

Her voice sounded so cute with her cheeks gripped.

“I loved it.”

“Liked reading about your own pussy being used like a fuck toy? Stretched and raw? Taking what it’s given? I swear, I’ll be giving you a lot to take.”

She nodded, managing to smile.

“Do it. Show me.”

“You’re going to let me own your cunt like that?”

She gasped as I let her cheeks ago, then moaned as I ran my fingers up her thigh. Her panties were soaking under her skirt, just as I’d hoped they’d be.

“You know I want it, Julian. Give it to me. Those words are just promises until you make them real.”

The beast was alive in me. The possession took control.

“Get ready, then. Naked. On the sofa. Now.”

She didn’t need telling twice, jumping up from her seat and stripping bare as she crossed the room. The marker pen scrawl of Julian’s Slut was still visible on her stomach, just smudged, and it made it hornier to watch her as she tugged her sopping wet panties down her legs.

As for me, I had some surprises to show her. Thank fuck for next day delivery.

I retrieved the box from the bedroom, and she was already sitting on the sofa, naked with her legs spread wide when I returned. I placed the box on the coffee table and pulled out the new toys for her viewing, one by one. Some of the dildos were considerably bigger than she was accustomed to, but she didn’t baulk, her legs stayed open wide.

“Wow, you’ve been busy,” she said.

I leant in and dropped a kiss on her lips, sliding a finger over her wetness.

She reached for me, tried to kiss me back, exhaled hard when I pulled away.

“Not as busy as you’re going to be,” I said.

It wasn’t just sex toys I’d purchased last night, thinking about the day ahead. I’d chosen some other props as well, and ways to record the action in progress.

The white fishnet stockings were still packaged. She pulled them free, not hesitating to slip them on and up her beautiful pale thighs. I loved the way her skin was still a mottle of love bite bruises through the white mesh. It offset the innocence like a dream.

“Thanks,” she said. “These are… sexy.”

“Another thanks that’s really not warranted.” I smirked up at her as I set up the phone stand on the floor between her legs. “But you’re very welcome.”

She gave a filthy wave and a giggle as I clipped my phone in and set it to record. The view was perfect. Up close and personal.

Rosie offered her wrists the moment I took the new rope from the parcel, but I didn’t bind them together this time. I wrapped her wrists separately, lifted her feet to the sofa cushions and bound her wrists to her ankles, exposing her vulnerability. She wouldn’t be moving anywhere. I was glad the chesterfield was a big brute. It had enough depth to accommodate her sweet little body, with her head propped against the back cushions. Her knees were bent high, and her arms were stretched to accommodate, and I was the filthy pervert in control of it all.

I was the master in charge of her perfect princess cunt. Those words made me smile as I thought them, the exact same words Rosie had just read. She knew the situation. She knew what was coming. And her master was going to make it beautiful for her.

I took out a huge bottle of lube and placed it on the table. I took out new marker pens, and then I went for the piece de resistance as her eyes followed me through to the kitchen. She knew what I was going for.

“I really can’t believe that will go inside me,” she said as I placed the utensil on the coffee table with the rest of the toys.

“Do you trust my experience?”

She nodded, sweetly. “Yes.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

I looked adoringly at my beautiful slut, well aware of how delightful she would look onscreen. Nervous and innocent.

“Let me own your cunt,” I said. “Will you be a good girl and take it?”

She looked me right in the eyes as she answered me.

“I’ll always be a good girl and take it for you.”

I’d be testing out that statement tonight.

I was suited as usual, fully clothed with the camera still rolling as I took a detour to wash my hands in the bathroom. I knew the suspense would only add to her heightening nerves. Her eyes followed my every movement as I took my position back up between her legs, but she couldn’t push her own glasses up her nose. They were at an angle, making her look even more adorably cute. I loved them like that. But needs must. I pushed them up her nose for her so she could watch what I was doing.

“Thanks,” she said and then her eyes were on me as I trailed a finger from her lips all the way down her stomach to her pussy. I eased her pussy lips open to show off her glistening clit for the camera, one finger on either side of her slit.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” I told her. “I can’t wait to show you how filthy your cunt looks onscreen.”

She closed her eyes and moaned as my fingers teased, so horny she squirmed. My words must have worked their magic on her dirty imagination. Now to bring those fantasies to life in the flesh.

I warmed her up with my tongue against her lovely slit, sweeping. I tickled her clit with the tip, stopping when she started begging me to suck at her. No. She wasn’t having that yet. Her torment hadn’t even begun.

She tried out her bonds while I lubed up the first of the dildos on the table, but they didn’t give her so much as an inch, wrists bound tight to her ankles. I hitched her legs higher, and she was like a ragdoll, subject to however I wanted to position her. Perfect. Just as I’d imagined while writing the scene.

I worked her pussy with three fingers nice and deep before I gave her the first of the dildos. I curled my fingers into position inside her, teasing the sweet spot, and they were still inside her when I pushed the fake dick in along with them. It was only a small one, but it was enough of a stretch that she cried out.

Her pussy was getting used to be taken, but she was still a tight little girl.

I was blessed with experience enough that my fingers didn’t just take on a life of their own on a keyboard – they took on a life of their own on Rosie, too. I brushed her clit, and twisted the cock inside her, my fingers still curled deep as I found a rhythm, stretching and working her until she was a whimpering bitch with her eyes closed tight.

“Tell me how good that feels,” I said, and her hands fisted in her bonds.

“It’s crazy good.”

“You’re a dirty bitch, aren’t you? You want your cunt used deeper? Harder?”

She looked at the camera between her legs.

“Make me the girl in the story,” she said. “I want my cunt used like hers. You know I do.”

Hearing the word cunt from such an innocent mouth always drove me insane, and I took it out on her. I fucked her with a new rhythm, faster and harder, and my good girl took it, panting and bucking until it was time for more of a stretch.

She moaned so beautifully as I eased the dildo and my fingers from her. And moaned again when she caught sight of the next toy in my arsenal, smiling nervously as I slicked it up with a whole palmful of lube. It was in my hand as I lapped at her. I pressed the head of it against her as I gave her the blessing of my lips around her clit, sucking.

“Fuck…” she said. “God yes…”

She’d earned it. I used my mouth in tandem with the thick, heavy toy I eased into her pussy, and she was still fisting her hands, bucking against me as best she could. I circled the thick rubber dick inside her as I sucked, loosening her pussy as she moaned, and I felt her disappearing into the sensations, lost to everything but slutty pleasure as I made her come, slowly, slowly, slowly until she was a horny, slippery wreck, her beautiful body shuddering so nicely.

“Fucking hell,” she said as I eased the big dildo from her, the gape of her cunt like an eager mouth. Such beauty to behold.

She would take my fantasies, and I knew it. I could see it in her happy, dirty smile as I showed her the slick dildo and ran my tongue up it, savouring the taste.

Her eyes were wide, breaths still short. She knew what was coming next. I was following the script to the letter.

I pushed the dildo back into her, deep in one thrust. She squirmed and whimpered, and I fucked her with it, thumping it deep, loving the way she squelched for me. I let her clit recover before playing there again, rising myself from the floor to suck at her nipples as the dildo slammed her cunt.

I picked up the pace with the dildo, and she fell into it, panting so hard, and it was a divine delight to lick my tongue up her face as she shuddered and cried out and came for a second time.

This time I yanked the dildo from her, ensuring both myself and the camera caught sight of her gaping hole.

“My God, Rosie you look…”

“Adorable,” she said, repeating the word I’d used in the chapter.

“Exactly that,” I said.

“When are you going to fuck me?” she asked, smiling in the lusty headspace.

“You know when,” I said. “We’ve barely even started.”

“Can’t blame a girl for trying,” she said.

She had definitely been soaking in the story. She knew what lay ahead.

“I want your cum in me,” she said, nerves lost to the pleasure. “I want you to fill me up like you promised.”

“You’ll get everything I promised,” I told her. “Just be a good slut and take it.”

My fucking God, how I worked her. Toy after toy, slick with lube. I kept her clit on the edge, not caring how much she panted or begged for another release. Her next climax was going to be from within. I changed the angle of the latest dildo, sharp, and she was crying out with every thrust, tense with the need to come.

Her orgasm was a wet one. She bucked like a good slut, head twisted to the side as she groaned for me. She was feral, hissing like a desperate bitch, such a contrast to the cute girl who bounced off in the morning for college.

She was still gasping as I pulled the dildo free, spilling wetness out all over the leather of the sofa. My kinks took over as I grabbed a fresh marker pen and wrote dirty bitch across her tits, hoisting her up to show the camera, and then I spat over the words, smearing them as she watched me.

Now it was my turn to take her cunt. I dropped my pants and pulled her towards me, making sure her pretty cunt would still be visible for the camera. My cock slid in right to the hilt, and she was so slick she was like tight silk around me as I pounded her. I wanted to fill her up with cum. I needed to see it dripping from her. I craved to see it inside her, just as I wanted the camera to record the divine. But not quickly. I wanted to savour every fucking second.

She let me take her like a good slut, bound tight, subject to every movement I made. I kissed her as I fucked her, my hips pistoning faster as my own body sought its release. I had to battle my animal urges, trying to fight the need to run riot and let myself free, but her cunt was too tempting, too needy, and I lost myself, spurting right the way inside her with guttural cries.

Fuck, she sucked me dry.

She knew what was coming next as I pulled out and dropped to my knees, back between her legs. I checked out the camera screen to make sure she was still in good view, and she watched me from that vantage point, her face so pretty.

I loved the trepidation in her eyes as I picked up the whisk from the coffee table. I tapped it against my palm so she could hear the promise of the rattling wires. It looked so fucking intimidating that her mouth dropped open, but she kept her legs spread, arching to invite me.

Dirty little bitch.

Her cunt was soaking wet from lube, cum, and her own juices, so I didn’t need to prepare the metal. I teased her with it, running it up and down her slit, pressing with promise. She was going to look so fucking filthy on camera.

Her pussy may have been a wet dream, but it was still tight, despite the preparation. The metal wires of the whisk held firm as I began to push them inside her. I loved how they bore into her sweet pussy, looking so perversely gorgeous that I was groaning at the sight.

Rosie was groaning, too. Biting her lip. Holding her breath.

My fantasies were coming to life.

I was going to open up Rosie’s tight young cunt with a kitchen whisk and show her slick, pounded insides for the camera. The depths of her would be so visible, showing her cunt off for the dirty wonder it was. I had filthy white lights behind my eyes at the thought.

The camera would see my cum pooling deep as well as the pink insides of her. That’s what I needed. That’s what I craved. To defile the beautiful angel like she was my plaything of a toy.

She whimpered and tensed up as the whisk stretched her. The widest thick head of metal was going to be the hardest part.

“Relax,” I said. “Trust me with your cunt.”

She nodded, but her eyes were closed.

“Look at me. Eyes open.”

She did as she was told, keeping her pretty eyes open wide as I eased the whisk in deeper. The wires were giving way to her tightness, just a touch, and her cunt was taking it. Her cunt was being splayed and exposed, and she was an angel of a temptress, letting me use her.

Her pussy tightened around the metal, sucking it deep when it was all the way inside, and she whimpered so beautifully.

“How does it feel?” I asked her, and she sucked in a breath before she could answer.

“Dirty.”

“It looks dirty, too.”

I eased it out, slowly, positioning myself so I could take full advantage of the sight. The camera light was on, and the bright pinkness of her deep pussy was gorgeous. My cum was there and as obvious as I’d dreamed, thick and white, dribbling from her as I pulled the whisk out to its peak. The effect of the stretch was at its maximum. She was open and wide, her poor tight pussy taking it like a goddess. It was as though she was splayed by a dirty speculum, but this one was more severe as it moved in and out, my hand firm on the handle.

I twisted it as I fucked her, relying on my skill to keep her on the edge. I read her body like a bible, every movement of hers a revelation, and she relaxed, giving in to me, succumbing her body fully to mine. I felt it in her – pure, filthy trust. I saw the reverence in her eyes as she smiled.

She loved being the whore version of herself I’d written on the pages. There was a pride in her that made my heart sing as she lived up to the seedy fantasies I’d laid out in words.

Her pride was all warranted. She was the greatest little angel of a slut that had ever lived. Of that I was sure.

“Good girl, Rosie,” I said to my goddess to reinforce her achievement, and then I used my dirty, hungry tongue as a reward, making her come all over again.