Page 94 of Unhinged Kallie

“Do you see it?”

“Hmm? See what,” I asked, my eyes glued to her fingers as she played with herself. I licked my lips, knowing what she would taste like and wanting every last drop.

Stretching out her leg a little more, she pointed. I blinked as I stared at the dark mark, unsure what I saw.

“It’s your name,” she finally said.

“You tattooed your pussy with my name?”

“I did. Do you like it?”

My already racing heart began pounding out of my chest. “Fuck yeah, I love it, except that some fucking asshole had their fingers on your pussy,” I growled, pissed off by the thought. All I could picture was some horny guy with his fingers on her taking his sweet fucking time to finish the piece.

She slid a finger inside and moaned. It was like ringing a dinner bell, and a raw need to bury my cock inside her washed away the anger.

“Relax, I went to a female artist, and no, she’s not into girls.”

“She better not have enjoyed it at all,” I said. “You’re mine, your pussy is mine and only mine.”

“Only yours,” she said. “Forever.”

“Yes.” I couldn’t peel my eyes away from her pleasuring herself. Her fingers slid in and back out.

“Mmm, this feels so good.” In and out. I could see her pussy getting wetter and the glistening on her fingers as she pulled them out to rub her clit. “I wish this was your cock instead.” I licked my lips and pulled on the rope again, even though it was useless. She shoved her fingers back into her pussy, and I ached so badly that the precum was forming in little droplets and falling to the floor. “Oh yes, Carter. Shove that big cock in me. Oh, I’m so close to coming all over you.”

“Untie me,” I growled, the need like a fire spreading through my body and making everything ache.

“Why? So you can stuff your cock in me?”

“Yes,” I groaned as she continued to pump her fingers. She was up to three, her hips bucked to meet her hand, and her moans filled my ears. “Carter, yes, oh yes, right there. Fuck me harder,” she wailed and then screamed, her back arching as she came.

A small squirt of come shot from my cock, from just watching the show, but it wasn’t enough to ease the aching and throbbing.

Standing, she looked at me and smiled. It was as if an angel had birthed her, but she was all devil under the sweet surface. Her hips swayed as she walked toward me and rubbed the juices on her fingers all over my cock.

“Ah,” I cried out with the extreme pleasure one little touch caused.

“Do you want to fuck me now? I can let you loose, and you can bend me over the bales, take me from behind, and spank me like the bad girl I am.”

“Yes, fucking let me go. I’m going to pummel that pussy of yours.”

“You don’t care who could come walking in?” Her thumb circled the head of my cock. Kallie could be over the top and dramatic when she wanted to be, and when it came to teasing the fuck out of me, she was the queen. She stuck her thumb in her mouth and moaned.

“No, I don’t care,” I said, just as my worst nightmare happened. The door opened, and Cain stepped into the doorway. Even facing away from him, I knew who it was by the shadow on the wall. It was as like I’d just been dumped in the middle of, Texas Chain Saw Massacre. This was it and I thought I knew terror, but nothing compared to this moment. My cock had never shriveled up and tried to hide so fast.

“Oh shit,” Kallie and I said at the same time as she jumped behind my swinging body so she was out of sight and started quickly getting dressed.

I looked over my shoulder, and my breath froze in my chest. My eyes locked on Cain, her father, the serial killer who would end my life for touching his daughter. No logical words came to me as he marched closer. My heart pumped faster with each step he took. The fear was so strong that there was a good chance I would pass the fuck out. That would be better. At least then, I wouldn’t feel him killing me.

“Carter, Kallie,” he said, and it was so hard to tell if he was angry or just so beyond angry that he had zero emotion as he spoke.

“Sir,” I said and nodded as he came to stand beside me. There truly couldn’t have been a more awkward and horrifying moment.

“Don’t be mad at Kallie. It’s all my fault,” I blurted out as he stared up at me. He looked me up and down and then peered around my body to Kallie, who’d turned a bright red. She was chewing on her bottom lip, and I would’ve said she was adorable as fuck under any other scenario.

“Hey, Dad, it’s not Carter’s fault…um…I can explain. I know what it looks like and….”

“No, it’s my fault. I told Kallie to tie me up,” I said, and his eyebrow raised along with my blood pressure.