“This is all for me, isn’t it, Clover?”
All I can do is nod my agreement.
He leans forward and sucks a nipple into his mouth, his rough hands spread across my back, holding me in place. I’m mesmerized as I watch every move he makes. His eyes find mine when he releases my breast and his tongue flicks over the tight bud, showing me what he wants to do to another part of my body.
He taps my right calf, and with his guidance, I place it on the bed next to him. His eyes leave mine then, and he pulls my underwear to the side. We both watch as his finger disappears into my dripping wet core. I whimper and place my hands on his shoulders to steady myself.
He inserts a second finger, his eyes never leaving where his fingers glide in and out of me. “You are a god-damned masterpiece,” he says, as his thumb brushes over my clit.
With my leg up on the bed, I’m on full display for him and he looks at me as though I am the most valuable piece of art he’s ever seen.
“Now, beautiful, you’re going to come on my hand. Then, when I feel it’s time, you’ll come in my mouth and then on mydick.” His sapphires are back on me. “You’re mine for the night, and you’ll come when you’re told. Understood?”
I nod absently as he continues to work my pussy with his hand.
“Words, Daisy. I need to hear you say it.”
My orgasm is building and the leg I’m standing on is weakening. One of my hands latches on to his hair, pulling his head back.
“Yes, Owen. I come when you tell me to.”
“What else?”
“I’m yours for the night.”
“Yes, you fucking are.”
He leans forward, taking my other nipple between his teeth as his hand works at a leisurely yet effective pace. Once he’s finished with my breast he kisses his way to the skin above my heart.
“Mine.”
The word is a whisper, but my breath hitches at its meaning.
Not giving my fear a chance to take over, he picks up his pace, thumb assisting his fingers against my sensitive bundle of nerves. His eyes clashing with mine once again, he orders, “You are going to leave my hand dripping, sweetheart. I want to feel your pussy grab hold, and I want you to let yourself feel every fucking ounce of pleasure you deserve.”
His words have me balancing on the edge of my climax. But I don’t fall.
Not yet.
He hasn’t given me permission.
“You’re right there, aren’t you, Clover? My sweet, sweet Clover wants to come, doesn’t she?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“What do you say?”
“Please. Please, Owen.”
“Good girl.” His pull on my panties increases, making sure there’s nothing in the way of his view.
“Owen...”
“Not yet. Hang on, baby. I know you can do it.”
He keeps up his relentless pace, and when I think I can’t take anymore, he adds a third finger. The fullness is too much, and when I’m sure I’m going to disobey him, he gives me the permission I’m dying for.
“Now, Daisy,” he demands. “Feel it all. Every bit of your release. Feel how good I make you feel. Give it all to me.”
