“Beg me for it.”
“Please, Kane.”
My fingers tease the top of her thighs, mere inches from her dripping pussy. “Please what?”
“Please, Daddy. Show my pussy some attention.”
When she calls me that, I can’t deny her any longer. As much fun as this game is, my cock’s ready to explode inside my jeans. I probably will come before I fuck her at this rate.
“Turn over Vi.”
Her head tilts, giving me a fiery gaze with pinched eyebrows.
“I want you on your back with your legs spread so I can give your greedy pussy all the attention it deserves.” My hand palms my dick over my jeans, stroking the beast to keep him satiated for now.
Vi lies on her back on the table, lifting her feet up, her leggings wrap around her purple fluffy socks. My lip curls in the corner. Then she drops her knees to the side, opening herself up like a flower, showing me that pink little bud.
“Good girl.”
Her leg trembles as I stand to her side, running a finger down her inner thigh, coaxing my way to her heat. Her arousal fills the room, tension crackling between us. Every muscle in my body is on fire, screaming for some release, but I’m playing the game. The longer I play, the longer she stays here. There’s no fucking way she’s leaving tonight. I would’ve been happy with the odd visit, but not after this.
40
VIOLET
His eyes flit between mine and my raging sex. My empty walls pulse, desperate for him to fill me up and give me that burning stretch I’ve missed for so long. Lying here on his table, I wonder why I ever left. I belong here. He is my family. Whether I’m tied to him in blood or not is irrelevant. I belong here with him. He’s my deliverance.
Another shiver courses through me as his finger reaches the juncture of my thigh. Molten silver-blue eyes flash to mine.
Slap.
My body jolts at the stinging palm on my plump pussy. I’d forgotten all about the game. My legs clamp shut before he can deliver another blow, but the tightening of my thighs only makes my core ache more.
“Open up, flower,” he growls. “Seven more to go.”
With shaky knees, I let them drop back against the table, but my fingers curl around the edge of the wood, along with my toes.
Slap. “Two.”
Pain and pleasure rock through me, tangling together in a duel.
“Three.”
The flesh on my pussy burns with his stinging slaps, but the sparks of lightning in my clit as each one strikes is euphoric.
“Four.”
I lift my pussy to meet his palm this time, desperate for the touch of his hand and hoping it will linger. Another rapturous sting causes me to cry out.
“Your greedy pussy wants more, huh?” He smirks. His other hand strokes the hair from my face. “Shh, shh. Only four more to go, petal. You’re doing so well.” His ravenous eyes focus back on my centre. “Five.”
I cry out his name. My whole body vibrating with the need to come. “Please let me come.” I tense my legs, lifting my bottom from the table to meet his palm again.
“Six. Your pussy looks so pretty all pinked up.”
I’ll come from his words alone if he keeps talking to me in that low, dark tone.
Standing at my side, he takes my hand in his and brings it to the bulge in his jeans. “Feel what you’re doing to me.”
