Chapter 12: Beg for It

Continued from chapter 11:

She picks up the feather from where she left it on the bed.

"Time for something a little less painful," she says, a giggle escaping her lips, "but just as wicked."

I gasp as I feel the soft tickle of the feather trailing across my marked skin. I squirm in frustration, unable to escape, and surrender completely under this giggling girl. Cassidy Kendall, having painted me with fire, now paints me with laughter, humiliation, and surrender. The feather dances across every inch of my exposed body until I'm crying, squirming, and completely erect beyond my wildest dreams.

Cassidy's laughter rings out, bright and musical, contrasting sharply with the heavy atmosphere of the room. She is relentless, her movements quick and unpredictable as she darts the feather across my most sensitive areas—the arches of my feet, the soft skin behind my knees, the tender hollows of my armpits.

"Oh, look at you!" she chirps, her eyes dancing with mischief. "So much fire just a moment ago, and now you're just a wriggling little mess! Does it tickle, Ero? Don't you hate how much you love it?"

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She doesn't give me time to answer. The feather dances over my stomach, swirling around the angry red welts she just created, sending jolts of agonizingly pleasurable sensation through my nerves. I shriek and wail as Cassidy completely takes me apart with her tickling, my body writhes helplessly under the assault.

"You're just my little wiggle worm," she giggles, targeting the bottoms of my feet, the sensitive head of my penis, my testicles, and the tender skin under my armpits. My skin prickles with sensation as I thrash against the silk scarves binding my wrists and ankles.

Cassidy's laughter becomes almost manic as she watches me lose all composure. She is a whirlwind of motion, the feather never staying in one place for more than a second. She leans over my face, her hair brushing against my cheeks, and whispers between bouts of giggling.

"You look so ridiculous like this!" she breathes. "My big, strong man reduced to a shrieking puddle!"

She punctuates this by dragging the tip of the feather right along the sensitive seam where my thigh meets my groin. My hips jerk uncontrollably at the touch.

Suddenly, she drops the feather entirely. The silence that follows is deafening, broken only by my ragged breathing and the sound of my own heartbeat thundering in my ears.

"That got me all worked up," she says with a smile, her eyes dark and gleaming. "Just what am I going to do with you next?"

She reaches under her robe and wriggles out of a pair of shiny silk panties, setting them aside with deliberate care.

"You'll be wearing these later," she giggles, her tone playful yet commanding.

Cassidy looks fierce as she climbs up my body. Her thighs straddle my chest as she positions herself over my face. I can just see her looking down at me as her perfect pussy, dripping with arousal, slowly lowers itself toward my mouth. The scent of her—musky, sweet, and entirely intoxicating—fills my senses as she settles herself over my face.

She doesn't give me a moment to adjust before she begins to grind her hips in slow, deliberate circles.

"Mmm, yes... just like that," she moans, her voice dropping an octave as the friction begins.

Her fingers tangle deep into my hair, using my head as a living toy. She isn't gentle; she pushes down hard, forcing my mouth open wider, demanding total immersion. She starts to ride my mouth with a rhythmic intensity, her wetness coating my lips and chin. I give her my tongue, letting it dance across her folds, gently sucking on the hard nubbin of her clitoris. She may be in control, but I'm giving her all I have from my position of surrender.

Cassidy throws her head back, a long, low moan escaping her lips as my tongue works its magic. Her grip on my hair tightens, fingernails digging into my scalp as she grinds harder against my face. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head, the muscles taut with tension.

"Fuck, Ero... just like that... don't you dare stop!" she commands, her voice raw with need.

The taste of her is overwhelming—sweet and tangy, flooding my senses as she rocks faster, chasing her pleasure, using my mouth like a personal toy. Suddenly, she pulls back slightly, denying me contact. She looks down at me, her eyes dark with lust and something more primal.

"Beg for it, Ero," she says, her voice dripping with anticipation. "Beg me to let you make me cum. Show me how badly you want to taste my release."

"Miss Kendall... Cassidy," I beg, my voice muffled and desperate. "Please put your pussy on my mouth and let me feast on it. I want to drink from the fountain of your pleasure as you find your victory on my tongue. Please... Please, Miss Kendall. Give me the honor of bringing you to orgasm."

A wicked grin spreads across Cassidy's face at my desperate plea. She savors the moment, drinking in my submission like fine wine.

"Such a good boy," she purrs, her voice dripping with condescension and affection. "So polite when begging for the privilege of pleasing me. Very well, Ero. Since you asked so nicely..."

Without warning, she slams her hips back down, smothering my face completely with her dripping sex. Her juices flood my mouth and nose as she begins to grind in earnest, riding my tongue with wild abandon.

"Fuck yes, just like that! Eat my pussy like it's your last meal!" she cries out.

To be continued in chapter 13...

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