I whined in protest but listened to her, slowing my movements.
“Good,” she praised. “Now say it. Tell me how desperate you are.”
“So desperate,” I forced out. “For you. To come. I’ve been thinking about this since that phone call. It’s all I think about.”
“Is that so?”
Her eyes scanned my face before dropping down to my nipples. I let out a choked moan and pushed my chest out to her. My body was begging for her touch. My skin hot and sensitive just at the idea of it.
“Please, Emerson. Touch my nipples.”
“Only because my slut asked so nicely.”
I let out a cry when her fingers came to pinch one.
“More, Emerson. Please. I’m such a slut for you. Give me more. I need it. Your slut needs it.”
She leaned forward, her lips coming to my collarbone.
“So she can learn,” she whispered and dragged her tongue against my skin.
She started rolling my nipple between her fingers. I jerked my head back, my orgasm right there. So close I could almost?—
“Nowstop.”
Chapter 7
Emerson
It was almost painful to tell her to stop.
Especially when she looks that good riding my thigh.
But she’d caught an attitude, and if I didn’t address it the first time, what use was I?
I pulled away to watch her reaction. Her eyes were open wide, her movements frozen as her body caught up to the command before her mind did.
“Wha—”
“Your punishment,” I said. “You didn’t think I’d forgotten, did you?”
“I didn’t think?—”
“That I’d leave you hanging?” I asked as I ran my fingers down her body and forced them between her cunt and my leg. “Maybe you shouldn’t assume so much.”
Her gasp was like music to my ears, and fuck, I knew I was supposed to be punishing her, but moving away felt like I’d be punishing myself.
So I slipped two fingers inside her instead. She was so wet. So warm. So inviting. Her cunt squeezed them so perfectly as she threw her head back.
“Ride them, my pretty slut.”
Her hips jerked against me as she attempted to find her rhythm again.
“Remember how good this feels—and how I can make it stop—next time you try to do whatever you want and be a brat, hm?”
Her eyes flashed, telling me she would definitely be doing that again, and I tried not to let it show I was excited about all the ways I could punish her for it.
I curled my fingers inside her, massaging a spot that made her cry out. I had to stop myself from going further. It was painful when all I wanted to do was ravage her.Delayed gratificationand all that.
