Page 23 of Indecent Obsession
I stroke my fingers in and out as she shivers on my lap. “Let’s make this a lesson in control, trouble.”
“What does that mean?” She’s got that sad tone to her voice, like when she doesn’t get her way. It makes me smile.
“Meaning I won’t punish you more for coming, but let’s see if you can start to hold off those orgasms.” I draw my fingers out of her pussy. “Okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
I spank her.
“Three, sir.”
My fingers thrust into her and she barely makes it three thrusts before she’s crying out.
“Fuck, trouble. You’re terrible at this.” I spank her.
“Four, sir.” There’s that stubborn side I’ve been waiting for. It’s in the tone of her voice and the way she holds on to me. She’s determined.
I almost take it easy on her, knowing she’s going to fail again. I go right for her clit this time, ruthlessly circling it, knowing she’s already warmed up for it. She tenses against me.
“Come for me, trouble.”
She cries out and slumps against me.
“Good girl.” I smooth my hand over her ass.
“I’m not a dog,” she grumbles.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you don’t like it.” I bring my hand down on her ass.
“Five, sir.” She draws in a deep breath and clenches.
I shake my head. Tensing won’t help. “Up.”
“What?” She lifts her head to look at me. Her cheeks are flushed.
“Up. How and when, trouble, or did you forget?” Patience isn’t her virtue. But I need to change things.
Her pale green eyes narrow on me with distrust as she stands.
“Take off your shirt and bra.” I lean back on my hands to watch her. How many nights did I imagine having her to myself like this? Having her naked in my room, begging me to fuck her?
She tosses them on the ground and stands naked with her hands on her waist, waiting. Her fingers drum on her hips. Fuck, she’d make a lousy submissive if I wanted someone pliant and completely under my control.
She doesn’t seem to want to give me control without questioning me at every point. But only for me. I didn’t fail to notice the way she caved for Dante. She wants to do what he says, but for me, she’s all fire.
I smirk, pretty sure I prefer her fire. “Straddle my lap.”
Her red eyebrow arches but she does as she’s told. Her pussy glistens with her wetness. If I stroke her, she’ll come, probably before I’m ready for her to.
I straighten and she shifts a little when her nipples brush my shirt. They’re sensitive. I want to see if she can come from just breast play.
“Trust me, trouble?”
Her eyes meet mine and I can see that determination in them. She wants to be what I need. She craves it, but she doesn’t realize she’s already everything I ever wanted. I can’t forget that this isn’t forever though.
“Yes, sir.”
“Hands on my shoulders.”
