I’m ready, Babygirl. Tell me everything.
She exhales a slow breath before answering. “I’m not a masochist.”
A laugh escapes me thatthisis the first thing she thought I should know. “Alright. I can assure you, I’m no sadist. What else?”
“No butt stuff.”
I cock a very curious brow. “Butt stuff?”
“There’s no way you look like…thatand don’t know what I mean when I saybutt stuff.”
How many times can two people say butt stuff in one conversation?
“Oh, I know exactly what you mean. I just find it curious you called itbutt stuff,” I chuckle.Four times apparently.
Her hands fly out and slap me in the chest. “Will you stop fucking with me, already? Are we doing this or not? I promise I’ll use my safeword if I need to. I know how to use it. I’mnotnew at this.”
Fuck me.This is the second time she’s checked me and this never happens. Any other woman would have been on her knees and begging to suck me off by now. This tiny pixie of a woman couldn’t care less who I am and I think it makes me want her even more.
“Well?” Her voice is tinged with annoyance.
I stand to my full height and lower my sweats to the floor, allowing my very hard length to spring free right in front of her face. Her jaw drops and if I wasn’t so ready to fuck her through this mattress, I’d fill it.
“I have two rules. One… for the duration of what we’re about to do, you will call me Sir. Two… you don’t come without my permission. Do you consent?”
Her throat constricts slowly as she swallows, still staring at my dick. She eventually nods.
I run my hand down the length of my shaft to relieve some pressure. “I’m going to need you to use your words, Little Pixie. That’s the only way this is going to happen.”
Her eyes quickly lock with mine. “Yes, Sir.”
6
Demi
Theoretically, I know cocks come in all shapes and sizes, but I’m suddenly unsure if I’m in over my head. Surely, there’s no way that thing will ever fit inside of me. I can’t believe I’m about to do this and I don’t even know his name. I’m pretty sure now, that he was part of the wedding earlier, but I didn’t pay enough attention to anything that was going on. It all happened so fast and if I’m being honest… the groom scared the shit out of me.
“Lay back and put your hands above your head,” he orders. The tenor of his voice runs straight to my clit. Physically, he’s definitelynotmy type, being a man and all, but his bossy nature is pretty much the definition ofmy type.
I do as he says and his hands land on my hips, the contact sending a shiver straight through me.Why do his hands feel so good against my skin?Hooking his fingers into the top of my thong, he makes a point to drag them–agonizingly slow–down my legs before tossing them over his shoulder.
“Fuck.” The word is breathy as his eyes linger on my pussy. My very, very wet pussy.Fuck, indeed.“You have such a pretty cunt. I can’t wait to devour it. Slide back for me… Until your hands touch the headboard.”
Again, I follow his command as he moves to retrieve something from the other side of the room. By the time he returns, my pulse is racing. If he doesn’t fuck me soon, I swear–
My eyes follow his every move as he crawls onto the bed and shoves my knees apart causing me to gasp. Once he’s settled, I catch a glimpse of what he has in his hands. A tie.
He binds my wrists almost too quickly.Oh, he’s good.When I hear something snap in place above my head, I try to twist my neck to see what he’s actually done.
“Nuh-uh,” he tuts. “Eyes on me, Little Pixie.”
My eyes close against my will. I need to collect myself. When they open, he’s hovered above me.
Watching.
His hard cock brushes against my inner thigh and for the first time in my life, I’m so close to begging him to relive the pressure that’s building in my core and stop this slow, agonizing torture.
“Are you going to keep toying with me or are you going to fuck me?”Okay, so no begging yet. Jesus, Demi.
