Fly for Your Lives (MissFluffy)

Jackson’s tongue explored Sam’s inner walls eagerly, the male licking at every single inch of her pussy before focusing on her clit, starting to flick his tongue back and forth over it.

Sam arched her back again, “ah!” She moaned out, reaching up with her bond hands and gripping hold of the headboard, bucking her hips eagerly.

Jackson pinned his ears back to get himself comfortably closer to Sam. The male used his fingers to open her pussy lips wide, and then began to lick inside of her.

Sam moaned out, wanting desperately to look back at Jackson, although given how her wrists were tied, the position would be next to impossible to manage. She however did move so that she was on her knees, her ass in the air and her face presssd against the bed whilst her moans filled the cabin.

Jackson snickered to himself mid-lick as he returned to treating her to stroke after stroke of his experienced tongue, running it over her pussy lips over and over again now that she was being obedient. With his face buried in the white fox’s ass while he ate her pussy, there was nowhere he would rather be.

Sam shivered when she was praised, gasping when she felt him return to eating her out. She instinctively stretched her legs out eagerly spreading them a little, trying to move onto her knees while gagging herself with the pillow near her head to ensure she didn’t accidentally talk again.

“Good girl,” Jackson purred sensually, leaving her on her belly and returning to the vixen’s hind end. He spread her legs and began to eat her out again, this time from behind.

Sam nodded quickly although she didn’t have time to correct herself before he hit her with the belt, she whimpered out feeling the sting of the leather still imprinted on her back, “yes sir” she said softly, ducking her head.

“Do not call me Jackson. Call me Sir.” The lynx instructed with a huff, before whipping her across the back with his belt.

Sam gasped when he rolled her over, although she didn’t fight him allowing him to position her how he wished. She parted her lips as she waited for him to give her permission to speak before whispering, “I spoke, it was wrong, I’m sorry Jackson” she said quickly before pressing her lips into a tight line.

Jackson rolled Sam over again, pressing her head into the bed so that she’d rest it there, and look from the bed out towards the rest of the room instead of at the wall. The lynx then padded back into her field of view, his leather belt once again held taut in his hands. “Tell me exactly what you did wrong.” Growled the male, walking around behind her, out of sight unless she moved her head.

It took Sam a few moments to realise what she’d done, she hadn’t realised that she wasn’t allowed to speak at all. She thought about apologising but she figured it would do more harm than good. She bent her knees and placed her feet on the bed as he moved to stare down at her, she shrunk down instinctively. Her pussy was aching with need for him but she was more concerned about what he intended to do now.

Jackson’s ear gave an annoyed flick, and the male’s head rose from between her legs, his red eyes disappointed as he glared over Sam’s breasts at the vixen. She’d forgotten his rules. Now, she needed to be punished.

After a moment the male stood up, leaving her needy pussy alone again and glaring down at her.

Sam moaned out as he started to lick at her pussy, her back arching off the bed slightly, “Jackson..” she moaned out his name, eagerly pulling at the binds on her hands, although to no avail.

Jackson had no intent of stopping now that he’d started, stating to lick faster when Sam spread her legs wider to reward her submissiveness. So far, she was doing a great job of going straight to the primal part of the lynx’s brain, and he showed her this by lapping at her pussy lips with his skilled tongue.

Sam had still been squirming on the bed, desperate for him to touch her, freezing and melting into the bed with a moan when she felt his tongue tease her entrance, she looked down at him eagerly, bending her legs a little to allow him more access.

Satisfied, particularly when Sam declared that she was his property, Jackson smirked up at her before looking down and drawing his tongue over her pussy lips, glancing back up after the first, slow lick to gauge the vixen’s reaction.

Sam groaned at the way he stated that she could do better, looking down at him she strained against the binds holding her arms together and above her head hard, freezing a little when she heard a slight rip, trying to cover up the noise by complying with his demand, “Please Jackson..” she looked down at him innocently, “I belong to you, make me cum, please!” She whined out still bucking her hips in need.

Jackson’s expression changed into a half-smile. The lynx’s eye contact didn’t waver from hers, even as she tried to bring her appetizing-looking pussy closer to his face. “You can do better,” he said simply, waiting patiently for her to try again and loving watching her squirm in the meantime.

Sam smiled a little at the command, straining to look down at him with her arms still tied tightly above her head, she however, flexed her legs trying to pull him closer, “please Jackson, I need it...need you”she started, trying to squirm down the bed a little.

Luckily for Sam, Jackson loved having his ego stoked, and he cast a challenging glance up Sam’s body, loving his head to meet her eyes over her breasts. With his smoldering gaze on hers, the captain issued a simple command to the tied-up corporal.

“Beg for it.”

Sam shivered at the way he praised her, calling her a good girl had her getting even wetter. Sam gasped as Jackson dragged her toward him on the bed, her arms still tied above her head she moaned at the sight of his head between her legs and as badly as she wanted to beg him, she remembered his warning about speaking without permission.

“Good girl,” purred Jackson, his voice still husky and deep as if he was growling as well. The lynx hadn’t gotten any action in some time, and he was eager to use the corporal for his own pleasure. If she was good, maybe she’d get something out of it too. Hell, even if she was bad she might enjoy his punishments. Without saying anything else, he slunk to the end of the bed, getting on his knees and then dragging Sam towards him until her legs were over his shoulders and his head was right between her inner thighs.

Sam watched as Jackson turned his back on her, although she caught a glimpse of how red his eyes were at the moment, she wondered if his eyes were so bright because he was horny or because he was angry, she figured it was probably a mixture of both. She didn’t want to risk saying yes and risking him taking that as a comment even though she was simply letting him know she understood so instead she nodded quickly to satisfy his warning.

“I wish I did,” Jackson huffed, smirking down at Sam in response. She had proven to be a very atypical recruit in a lot of ways both sexual and not. The man turned his back to her briefly before turning back around towards the vixen. “That is your one warning.” The lynx growled in a low, threatening, and yet erotic tone, his eyes burning again like they had when he’d grabbed her by the neck in the bathroom “Speak again without my permission, and I’ll make it hurt.”