“Not bad,” I said. “Not bad at all.”
Haley didn’t reply. All her energy was being spent keeping her legs tight. But she did glare up at me with an evil look while her breath escaped from her mouth in shallow gasps.
“You do realize you can’t win,” I said. “You’re going to fold again eventually.”
“Not if I can help it,” she said, her voice a raspy, wheezing mess.
“Then I guess I’ll just have to make it so you can’t help it,” I said.
“Go ahead and try,” she spat out.
I laughed softly. Haley certainly was quite the trooper. Most women would have folded long ago. But I didn’t tell her that, of course. To do so would ruin the mood.
“If you insist,” I said instead. Then I let my hand wander up her chest to her throat.
Haley’s eyes widened slightly. Whether it was in surprise or pleasure I wasn’t sure. Not that it mattered at this point.
Still continuing to bang her pussy with my fingers, I gripped her throat between my thumb and forefinger and started to squeeze.
Haley’s face turned red from the lack of oxygen, then started to go pale. But still she held on, keeping her legs tight by sheer willpower alone. But it was only a matter of time until her body gave in, even if her mind didn’t. Fifteen seconds later the time came.
Her eyelids fluttered and then started to close. She released her hold on her heels and her arms flopped down onto the bed, followed by her legs.
I released her throat but continued slamming my fingers inside of her pussy as she came back to the waking world. The transition must have been an intense one, as an orgasm rocked her body shortly after I let go of her throat.
She bucked against my hand a couple of times, then tensed up, her pussy squeezing the blood from my fingers. She reached out and grabbed my arm with both of her hands and held it in place, deep inside of her.
“Don’t move,” she said desperately, still short of air. “Don’t you dare fucking move.”
I almost pulled my fingers out of her to pay her back for what she’d done earlier that day (if she’d been telling me the truth, of course) but ultimately decided that would be taking things too far.
Her body seemed to freeze in place for just a moment, then released just as quickly. A torrent of juices came pouring out of her pussy, drenching my hand and wrist. She moaned and cursed under her breath as her entire body quivered and shook.
“Holyfuckingshit,” Haley said, turning it into one long word. She released my arm and tried to refill her body with air.
“I take it you liked that?” I said.
Eyes wide, she nodded vigorously.
Smiling, I pulled my fingers out of Haley’s pussy. They were shining with her juices, glistening in the light. I admired them for a moment then said, “Open your mouth. I want you to taste yourself.”
She did so without comment. Smiling, in fact.
I slipped all three fingers into Haley’s mouth and she licked them clean, staring right at me the entire time. After I’d pulled them back out I told her to grab ahold of her ankles once again.
“Whatever you say,” she replied.
I tilted my head slightly. “Not even a cursory protest?” I asked.
“After making me cum that hard? You can do whatever you want to me and I won’t complain,” Haley said.
“That’s all it takes?” I said. “One little orgasm and you’re putty in my hands?”
“It wasn’t little by any means,” she said. “But yeah, basically that’s all it takes. You do me right and I’ll do you right.”
“But what if I want you to still be a punk?”
“Then I will,” she said. “But earlier you said you wanted tonight to be real, not some game, right?”
I reluctantly nodded. She had me there.
“Well, this is real,” Haley said.
“Fair enough,” I said, deflated a little bit.
“What’s the matter?” she said.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I was just enjoying treating you like shit earlier.”
“Who says you can’t still?”
“I could,” I said. “But it wouldn’t be the same.”
“Of course it would,” Haley said. “The only difference would be that I’d be telling you how much I like getting smacked around instead of pretending like I don’t.”
“So you actually do like it?”
“I fucking love it,” Haley said. She grabbed her heels and spread her legs wide, holding them tight. “This is how you wanted me, right?”
I nodded and slipped my cock into her. It felt great, especially after so much foreplay leading up to this moment, but I simply wasn’t as into it as I was earlier. Despite Haley’s insistence that she still wanted it rough, I was having trouble getting back into the mood. The momentum had been quelled.
Haley sensed my reluctance and took matters into her own hands. Literally. She released her hold on her heels and brought her arms back towards her chest.
While I continued sliding my cock in and out of her, Haley grabbed one of her tits in each hand and started to play with them. At first she groped and fondled them, but it wasn’t long before she was attacking her nipples, squeezing and rubbing them between her fingertips until they were hard, and then going after them even more aggressively.
I watched, transfixed, as she started to smack her own tits, slapping them hard enough to make herself flinch. I was definitely starting to get back into the mood.
“You like that, don’t you?” Haley said, her eyes locked on mine.
