He looked up at me, his eyes seemingly more piercing blue than I’d noticed before. Perhaps it was the desperation making his eyes shine more brightly. He murmured something. If he was begging to be set free, I couldn’t understand him due to the gag in his mouth. He’d made me so wet earlier just by kissing my neck, so I’d fastened my panties snugly in his mouth. I knew the taste would make him desperate for me, and it seemed to be working. He murmured something again.
“Are you begging for more?”
He nodded yes.
“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. Say, ‘More please, Miss Molly.’” I teased.
Four muffled words barely escaped his mouth before I struck him across the face. “That’s better. Maybe next time you’ll do better to remember your manners,” I chided. I believe the next thing he attempted to say was, “Yes, Miss Molly.”