Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
"What about being a bad girl? Do you ever want spankings if you misbehave?"
"Maybe." Her chest heaves. "Yes."
My cock whines right now. Most people are like that. If they like being good, they love being bad. But then I'm already hard enough to tear my slacks. "Is there anywhere you don't want me to go?"
"Anywhere?"
"Your mouth, your cunt, your ass?"
Her eyes go wide. "Well, I… I haven't." She licks her lips. "I've never had anal sex."
"But you're willing to try?"
"Not right away."
Something to earn. My balls tighten. I want to earn every bit of her trust. I need to find some patience, but I'm struggling. "You need to pick a word."
"Coffee bean."
"Coffee bean?"
She nods yes. "Something I don't like."
I can't help but laugh. She's perfect. "Okay, coffee bean." I offer my hand.
She takes it. Shakes. Steps backward. "Is there some way we… transition."
"You'll know."
"How?"
I let my voice drop to the demanding tone that makes her shake. "You will."
She does. Her nipples tighten. Her head tilts with a nod. It's like her body responds before her mind does. Still, she fights me. "You really think I'm going to beg?"
"Yes."
"I'm going to beg you to touch me." She moves a little closer. "You're not going to beg me to touch you?"
I nod.
She stares back at me, waiting.
I like making her wait.
I let my eyes roam her body. I haven't seen her like this in years.
She's older now. A woman, not a girl. Still, as she'd say, a ruler. But curvier. Her breasts are bigger, her hips are rounder, her ass is fuller.
Her hair is shorter now. Usually, it's in a straight line at her shoulders. Right now, it's pinned back. That shiny clip is keeping her dark strands out of her face.
Perfect.
I take a step backward. Bring my eyes to hers.
She shudders. Her tongue slides over her lips. Her chest heaves with anticipation.
"What do you want, princess?" I ask.
Her nails scrape her hips.
"Do you want to come on my hand? Or maybe you'd like me to carry you to my bed, tie you to the frame, and fuck you until you beg me to stop?"
Her chest heaves with her inhale.
I sit on the beige couch. The fabric is too plastic, comfort sacrificed for water resistance, but it serves its purpose well.
I take an extra cushion. Place it on the ground in front of me.
Her eyes follow the green fabric.
"Kneel," I say.
"Kneel?"
"Don't make me ask twice, princess."
"Or?"
My head fills with thoughts of punishing her. Pulling her into my lap. Spanking her until her ass is red and her cunt is dripping.
I will.
But not yet. Not today.
"Or you won't get what you want," I say.
"And what do I want?"
I motion to the cushion. "On your knees."
She practically falls onto the cushion. Then sits back on her heels and looks up at me, waiting for her next order.
"This is what you want, isn't it, princess?"
Her eyes go wide.
"You want my cock."
Her nod is slight.
Blood races south. I need her already. I need her now. "Do you want me to pin you to the ground and fuck you? Or maybe you want me to come in that pretty mouth?"
Her tongue slides over her lips. "Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes, sir."
I stand, so I can stare down at her. That's what she wants.
To feel like she has some modicum of control.
Or maybe she wants to feel like I'm using her. Maybe she wants to feel like a vessel for my pleasure. I'm not sure yet. But, fuck, it's going to be fun finding out.
"You want to feel my cock, princess?" I move close enough to take her hand.
Her fingers stretch forward, reaching for me.
I make my grip tighter. So tight she gasps. "When I ask you a question, answer me."
She looks up at me.
"Do you want to feel my cock?"
Her eyes meet mine. "Yes, sir."
I bring her hand a little closer. Almost to where it needs to be.
Fuck, I'm already shaking.
She looks up at me, her expression half confusion, half desire.
Then her gaze moves down my body and the confusion in her eyes fades.
All desire.
"Do you want to taste my cum?"
Her eyes fill with surprise, but she doesn't hesitate. "Yes." She licks her lips. "Yes, sir."
"Do you want me to fuck your pretty mouth?"
"Yes, sir."
"Ask me."
"Ask you?"
I nod. "Say, please, will you fuck my mouth, sir."
Her dark eyes go wide. It's like she's about to say who the fuck do you think you are? Or maybe you're cheating, you asshole.
I am. This isn't fair play at all.
But then I don't play fair. She should know that.
She sucks in a deep breath. "Please."
"Please?" I raise a brow.
"Please." Her eyes meet mine. "Sir." She says it like it's a dare. I'm not going to beg that way. Resist me if you can.
I bring her hand to my cock.
She sighs as she cups me over my slacks. She runs her thumb over my length, pressing the fabric into my skin.