“This what you gonna do when you’re missing me?” I ask her.
“I’m not gonna miss you,” she spits back out, eyes still closed, panting as she saves a horse, making this thing her cowboy.
I’m about to call her out on it, but she corrects herself.
“Just your cock.”
Chuckling dangerously, I step closer to her.
“You really shouldn’t be pushing me right now, little liar.”
“What are you gonna do about it?” she asks, braver than she’s been since the shit hit the fan.
I want to see more of that from her.
Gripping her hips, I hold her in place over the mount, flush to the toys, having to take what they’re doing to her, but unable to move to get relief of any kind. No more and no less than what I allow.
Lips to her ear, I whisper, “I might just have to punish you.”
The noises she makes tell me how much she likes that idea, but she’s not supposed to like punishment.
Pushing on her, I lean her forward, tilting her body just right so her ass is hovering off of the edge of the mount, cunt still swallowed by two toys.
My tongue traces down her spine, making her break out in a shiver until I pull away, lips grazing over the sensitive skin of her low back as I speak again.
“You haven’t asked about my decision,” I say threateningly.
She shakes her head, but says nothing, just groaning as I apply more pressure so her clit gets extra attention from the toy slowly sucking beneath her. If I upped the speed on that thing, she’d break right now. I can feel it in her breathing, the way her pulse is flitting, even if I can’t feel the way her pussy is clamping down, I know her tells by now.
“You haven’t asked me to stay,” I continue, nipping at the skin of her hips as she struggles in my hold, whimpering.
I let her wear herself out until I’m ready to continue, teeth clenching as the thoughts swarm. She hasn’t so much as asked what my plan is. Not offered to help me figure out a way to stay. Certainly not begged me not to go, the way I wish she would.
“In fact, you’re acting like it’s justfinewith you if I take off and never come back.”
Perched on my knees like this, I can see her head toss and shake, but she still doesn’t use her words the way I want her to.
Leaning forward, I press my teeth into the pretty pale flesh of her ass, imprinting them there as she moans, probably flooding the lucky toy that’s still impaling her.
Sliding my mouth over, nose grazing her skin, I stop when the gemstone handle is between my teeth, and I bite down, pulling back and removing it.
“Shit!” she gasps, body wracking with a chill. But still, she doesn’t say more.
Spitting the plug out to the side, I rise back to my feet, slipping my cock between her ass cheeks, without getting too close to her hole as I lean back over her.
Slapping her hip, I order her, “Move.”
When she starts grinding on the mount again, desperate for more from the toy that’s barely puffing on her clit now, her ass cheeks stroke my cock with each thrust of her hips.
Reaching for the lube, I hold it up high and squeeze the bottle, letting a fat dollop squirt out, falling onto both of us from up above. She groans as the cold liquid makes impact, and I let her motions spread it for me, the slip between her cheeks getting easier with the added lubrication.
“You think I could fuck this pretty pink cunt and walk away?” The words sound as angry as I feel, that she thinks she isn’t enough to keep me here. That she won’t eventry.
Fuck the job.
Fuck the restaurant.
This woman is what I need. This exhilarating, agonizing woman, who gets her kicks by trying to infuriate me, and actually managed it by denying what’s been blooming between us all fucking summer.
