“Terrifying.”
He leaned in for another kiss. “Can Daddy give his babygirl a reward for her bravery?”
I nodded. “Please!”
He squeezed my hand. “Then show me where you want that right now,” he whispered. “And do not close your eyes.”
Terror filled me. Hell, I never kept my eyes open when I masturbated, and here he was, wanting me to watch him.
My hands trembled as I guided him to the waistband of my jeans, unbuckled my belt, and unfastened the button. He slowly slid the zipper down but didn’t go any further, and I realized what he was waiting for.
With my hand over his, I slid it inside the waistband of my panties, spreading my thighs so I could press his fingers against my clit.
“There, baby?” he whispered.
My heart pounded in my chest. “Yes, please.”
“Show me.” His hand slipped out of the way, now covering mine, coaxing me to play with myself.
“I… I’ve never…” I swallowed and heard the dryclickin my throat. “Not in front of someone else.”
“Never?”
I shook my head.
He nuzzled his nose against mine. “Then lucky me. I get a first with you.”
Fire coursed through my veins and at first I mistook it for hyperventilating, maybe about to pass out, because my ears roared too. But it was just my racing pulse, the tingle not only in my clit but insistently centered in my pussy as my need built.
Jack shifted position slightly, so he could more easily whisper in my ear. “That’s it, baby. Show me how to make you feel good.” He pulled his hand away only so he could catch my other and press it against the bulge along the front of his jeans before slipping inside my panties again.
“Feel that? After you come for me, as your reward I’m going to let you play with that however you want to.”
Oh shiiiiit!I forced my eyes to stay open as my fingers sped up, frantically frigging myself because fuckin’ A I wanted to play with that as-yet unseen considerable hunk of meat still hiding from me.
He pulled his hand away again, reaching up and lightly grazing his nails against my nipples through my shirt and bra, smiling as I whimpered at the extra sensation. “I thought about making you do this the first time while sitting on my cock, so I could feel you come around it, but I know the first time I fuck you I won’t be able to hold back so I thought I’d be mean and make you wait for that.”
He caught my chin and held me in place, eye-to-eye, those gorgeous gray-blue eyes of his staring into mine. “Come for Sir, baby. Because this is just the first of countless orgasms you’re going to have over the next few days. And some of those will be while you’re tied up in my ropes and begging me to stop while I use my tongue and cock and all sorts of evil toys on you to keep you coming.”
That’s what did it—the delightfully filthy thought of being tied up and used for his pleasure, helpless, begging—captured and ravished and completely owned by him.
His lips crashed over mine, swallowing every cry I made, his hand cupping my other one over his erection and squeezing, every bit of pleasure ricocheting through me amplified by the heat of his body pressed along mine. And when I finished and stilled my hand, he continued kissing me, teasing, lightly exploring even while pressing my other hand, molding it around the shape of his erection.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Suuucha good girl. And now you get to pick your reward.”
Chapter Eight
Jack
It took every last ounce of self-control I had not to sit up, yank Emmy’s jeans and panties off, and bury my face between her thighs.
That could be round two.
For round one, I’d promised her a reward, and I was not about to welch on that.
Especially since I knew she was eager to see me come and, frankly, I wasn’t picky about how that happened, whether she’d want to watch me jerk off or go down on me or ride me.
#goodwithit
