“Which is?”
“I can’t resist a guy in uniform.”
“Is that an invitation?”
“Most definitely.”
Her legs splay wide around my hips, and her skirt ruffles up as my big hand moves up her thighs. Her panties are already damp, and the heady smell of her arousal makes me salivate.
She starts playing with my belt buckle and pouts, her green eyes bright with lust. “Sherriff, I’m just about to be a very bad girl.” She unbuckles me right there in the hallway and frees my already hard cock.
“You may have to tie me up to stop me.” She pulls my belt out and hands it to me.
I eye her with uncertainty. “You want…”
“Well, unless you have handcuffs?”
I hesitate, and she tilts her chin, eyes sparking a challenge.
“Tie me to the bedpost. And then, sir, you can have your wicked way with me. Because I have been such a bad,badgirl.”
Oh fuck. I have never done anything like this, but with Clem, it sounds too good to resist. To think of her helplessly squirming while I tease her into submission, makes my libido sing.
It’s been an intense morning, and we both need to let off some steam.
“Tell me I’m a bad girl,” she demands.
“You’re a bad girl. And for that, you deserve to be punished,” I growl.
And with that, I toss her over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry, and her little ass is so inviting, I dare to push up her skirt and paddle it with the flat of my palm. She kicks her legs out gleefully and squeals, “More!”
Grinning lasciviously, I smack her ass cheeks a little harder. Seeing the red mark, I soothe it with my touch, then slap her again, just a little harder every time, the sound ringing along the tunneled-out walls.
She giggles, and I scent her arousal grow stronger as my own increases.
I stride into the bedroom, haul her off my shoulders and throw her—gently—onto the bed, where she squirms and writhes, watching me out of hungry eyes. I rip off my clothes, then wriggle her out of her skirt and blouse until she’s left in just her pretty, lacy panties.
And then I take my belt. “Arms above your head,” I order.
She pouts. “What if I don’t obey?”
“Then I’ll have to make you, wench.”
I hold the belt between my teeth, grab her arms and push them above her head. Not that I need to use any force; there’s no resistance here.
I wind the belt around her wrists and then fasten it to the wooden slats of the bed head. And there she lies, opened up like a flower, her nectar tempting me, ready to feast on.
But I’m determined to torture her until her lust is at bursting point. Or maybe I’m torturing myself; my cock thrusts in front of me like a huge green sword.
I kneel on the bed and straddle her, arms braced on either side of her. I kiss her lips, licking at her, feasting, tasting, my tongue darting in and out of her mouth as she purses her lips and tries to drag me deeper.
I move down her body. She whines as I edge kisses along the swell of one breast then taste her hard little nipple, rolling my tongue around it until it peaks and she is begging for more. I move to the other, do the same thing, curving my hand under the swell of each breast to bring them closer into my ministrations, laving her nipples, soft then hard, and she tells me she feels it right in her clit.
Good. That’s exactly what I want.
I move down her body, my tongue grooving each rib, licking over the soft swell of her belly and lower, to the gentle mound from where the dark hair springs. I push her legs wide with my big palms and place a leg over each of my shoulders as I press my face into her greedy little cunt.
She pushes right off the bed to meet me, but her tied hands limit her.
