“Turn around and place your hands on the wall,” he ordered.
Like a good little girl, she silently added to his demand. As she pressed her palms against the cool, rough surface and waited, every book-boyfriend-loving ounce of her hoped like hell his next words would be dirty. Dirty. Dirty.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, “and don’t make a sound unless I give you permission.”
She smiled as she spread them. What exactly would he do to a good little girl who disobeyed a command? Perhaps she—
He was behind her in an instant, his lips finding the sensitive curve of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin in a sharp nip causing all thoughts to flutter away. “You were very naughty today.” His words came out growly with an undertone of something she couldn’t quite decipher.
She swallowed hard but said nothing.
He palmed her ass, gave it a sharp squeeze and then slapped it.
She yelped.
He slapped it again. “I said no sound.”
She bit her tongue to keep from verbally responding, but her body was singing yes, yes, yes.
Much to her delight, his fingers expertly sought her, parting her with practiced ease, as he positioned himself teasingly at her entrance. His shaft brushed against her, the contact electrifying, sending waves of near-unbearable pleasure through her, threatening to undo her completely before they even truly began.
She moaned.
He stilled. “Sophie, did you hear me say no sound?”
“I did.”
“And yet, you continue to make them. I have half a mind to make you suck me off and then send you on your way unsatisfied.”
Would he do that? “Please don’t?”
“Please don’t tell you to get down on your knees and suck my dick like a good little girl?” he asked. “Or don’t send you away like a bad little one?” As he spoke, his thumb rubbed against her clit.
Sophie considered her answer the best she could what with being on the brink of an orgasm. “Please don’t send me away unsatisfied.”
His thumb slowed its movement.
She whimpered. No one had ever edged her before.
“If you don’t want me to stop, what exactly do you want me to do?” He positioned his shaft at her opening.
“Fuck me now, punish me later.”
He responded with a low, husky rumble of laughter, and then complied, entering her slowly. “Tell me if it hurts.”
“Only in the very best way,” she said breathlessly.
He circled one hand around her, his thumb once again finding and deliciously teasing her clit, moving with a rhythm that could only be described as a masterpiece.
Just as she teetered on the brink of losing control, he pulled back.
“Damn it,” she exclaimed. “I was about to come.”
“I know,” he said, spinning her around to face him, scooping her into his arms, and carrying her inside. “I want to see your eyes the first time I make you orgasm.” He didn’t pause until they reached a massive bed, where he gently dropped her onto a soft mattress.
In an instant, he was over her again, his presence commanding as she opened her legs to welcome him back. Wrapping them around him, she anchored her feet at the ankles. “I’m not letting you go until I get what I want.”
“As you wish, princess,” he responded. “But later, we’ll talk punishment.” With those words, he entered her.
