I start the torture again, sending her closer and closer to orgasm, but always drawing her right back, until at last she gives in.
Her body is shiny with sweat, and she’s been sagging helplessly against me for a while, when she moans, “Please, Logan… I’m a… I’m a brat…”
“A naughty little brat,” I prompt.
“A… a naughty little brat…” She sniffs.
“Please make me come, sir,” I taunt.
“Logan! Please… please make me come… sir… oh, fuck!”
A few more hard thrusts, and her body comes undone on myfingers. She falls to the floor, then tries to get back up, but I push down on her, forcing her to kneel in front of me.
“Suck.”
I push the fingers that were in her pussy into her mouth. She recoils at the taste, so I grab her hair with my other hand, keeping her in place while pressing my fingers between her lips. At last she accepts them, though she doesn’t look all that thrilled to be licking them.
“Suck them clean, brat.”
The vision of her sucking on my thumb earlier dances in front of my eyes as I watch her lick them clean, hollowing out her cheeks as she sucks.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise. “My very good girl, Lia.”
She lets go of my fingers to mouth something under her breath.
“Hmm?”
“Asshole.”
I let out a surprised chuckle, then reach down to tweak her left nipple. “Careful, Lia. Unless you want to end up in the cell.”
“I thought there was nothing I could possibly do to change that outcome,” she grumbles.
My tweaking turns into a hard pinch.
“Ow!”
“Seems to me that you’re acting pretty damn bratty for a girl who’s days away from meeting her maker. Huh, Lia?”
She shuts right up, her skin so pale that her freckles seem to glow.
I have to turn away so I don’t give in to the incomprehensible urge to reassure her.
Luckily, my phone buzzes just then, so I go to grab it from my back pocket. It’s a message from Everest:
Tell me when you’re done fucking so we can come back.
I scowl and answer:We’re not fucking. Don’t come back.
Meanwhile, Lia has slowly started to stand up. I turn back around and growl, “I didn’t give you permission to stand. On your knees, brat. Hands over your head.”
The eye roll she gives me should make me furious, but instead it soothes the strange knot that had formed in my stomach after her silent reaction to my previous words.
Then my phone rings, and I answer at once, relieved not to have to figure out what that’s all about.
“Yeah?”
Despite her eye roll, Lia did obey me and is kneeling on the ground. I walk back to her, pulling up a chair and settling down in front of her, all while listening to an associate talk on the other end.
