“You’d probably like chasing me down.”
I shrug, jostling her more in the process. “Yeah, you might be right about that.”
No point in lying at this point.
She lets out a loud groan of protest again. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I reach the top of my stairs and take her into my bedroom, tossing her onto my bed. Dropping down on top of her, I use my body to cage her in so she can’t escape. It doesn’t stop her from trying to squirm away, so I drop my hips onto hers. She squeaks and I smirk, my forearms resting on the bed next to her head, trapping her beneath me.
“A lot is probably wrong with me, but right now, this is aboutyou.”
She swallows roughly. “What about me?”
“You’re going to pay for everything you’ve done that I’ve told you not to do. I warned you what would happen. I told you to come here and not hide in your room, but what did you do?”
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, and I can tell she’s trying not to smile.
I grip a fistful of her hair, tilting her head back with it. “What did you do?”
“I did it anyway,” she breathes.
“Yeah, and what did I tell you would happen if you did that?”
She squirms again underneath me. I push down harder with my hips, pulling her hair back making her gasp.
“Tell me,” I demand roughly.
“You’d punish me,” she says reluctantly.
“Mhm, and how do you think I should do that this time?”
Bailey shrugs. “I don’t know what kind of masochistic shit you like to do with your victims.”
“If I’m a masochist then you’re right there with me. I know how your pussy floods for me.”
“You don’t know anything,” she retorts weakly.
“No? Sounds like I should check then.”
I slide down her body, and she doesn’t protest as I grip the hem of her shorts, and start to pull them down. My eyes look up to watch her reaction, waiting to see if she’s going to stop me as I reveal more of her body. I move back, pulling the fabric off her legs, and pushing them open so I can see her bare in front of me, exactly how I expected her to be. Wet and ready.For me.
“Hm,” I hum. “You going to try and deny what I canclearlysee?”
“Depends on what you’re going to do about it,” she challenges, and I smirk. My dick is hard as stone behind my zipper, just like it has been since I tossed her over my shoulder.
Her fire only spurs me on even more. Instead of answering her with words, I toss her legs over my shoulders, and bury my face between them I lap up her arousal, groaning at the sweet taste of her.
She moans, arching her back, so I press her down with a firm hand on her stomach while I suck her clit into my mouth andshe buries her hand in my hair, pulling roughly like I did to her. It only has me working harder to pull the first orgasm from her.
The first of many.
Because that’s her punishment. She wants to deny how she wants me, to continue to play games with me and be a brat. I’m going to prove to her how badly she wants me. How her body craves me, and how I can make her feel good over and over again. Even when she doesn’t think it can continue, I’ll prove her wrong.
Her body is my playground.
I flick the sensitive bud with my tongue, and she seems to like that the most because her mewls of pleasure increase as she starts to writhe under me, and I keep holding her exactly where I want. Her cries get louder and her thighs tighten on the sides of my head.
It doesn’t take long before she’s yanking me harder against her, crying out with her release. I work her through the orgasm with my tongue, and when she loosens her grip, I know she’s coming down.
