There Arose Such a Clatter: Tales from the Naughty List

by C.M. Nascosta

predilections

sardonically,

piousness

“Of course not, but I do like to create the illusion of hope . . . did it work?”

“I wonder how much of a punishment it is when your cunt is dripping, sweetling.”

“It seems to me, sweetling,” he purred into her ear, a red snake of a tongue darting out to taste the skin of her neck, “that what you’re most in need of is a good fucking.

“I’m going to stretch this hungry little cunt of yours,” he smiled, a flash of fangs and glimmering red eyes, “and fuck you the way you should have been fucked all along, sweetling, hard enough to knock the naughtiness right out of you.”

He fucked her like a toy, gripping her hips and raising her up and down the long, thick length of his cock like a sleeve.

Her hair was long and thick, and he would curl it around his hand like Santa with his reins, using it to direct her head as she sucked him like a grocery store candy cane, a favorite evening activity, holding tight as he pushed in further, not allowing her escape as she gagged.

I would use your mouth like a cunt, like a toy for my pleasure.

Is that what you want, little one? For your throat to be my cock sleeve? To have my burning cum running down your chin while I spank your ass raw?”

She’d not come pestering him again, he was sure of it, and if she did, he’d make good on his promise once and for all. * * * He had no idea when he’d lost his ability to reliably predict the truth.