Page 51 of Mistletoe Mistake
When I said nothing, she gave me a sheepish, almost shy grin. “I got a little carried away too. Sorry if the 'Daddy' thing was a bit too much.”
Blood rushed back down to my drained dick at the reminder of what we had just done. Before my mistake, it had been incredibly hot. “I didn’t mind. I had no idea that would do it for me, but apparently, from you, it does.”
I couldn’t imagine many things that wouldn't sound sexy coming out of her mouth. Her little act had turned me on so much that, clearly, I hadn't been thinking straight.
Gemma pulled her skirt down, though it still didn't do much to cover her. “So, do you want me to stay in this, or should I put something else on?”
She really wanted to keep going? I still couldn't quite believe that she was taking this so well, but if she wanted to continue like nothing had happened, I certainly wouldn’t argue. Refocusing my thoughts, I put the issue out of my mind and answered her question.
“Definitely stay in that.” My eyes narrowed as I looked her up and down. She really did look like a wet dream come to life with her innocent-looking pigtails, her see-through top and that fucking short skirt that didn't leave much to the imagination at all. “We're going to change the game though.”
Compliant as always, she nodded, waiting for my instruction. I still planned to have her on her knees before we were through, but I needed a little more time to recover so I'd have to improvise in the meantime.
Before she suggested the stepfather scenario, I assumed we would do a teacher/student scene, and I still liked the idea. After tucking my dick back into my pants and pulling up the zipper, I took a couple of steps away from her, getting into character before turning back with an impersonal, commanding tone. “Take a seat, Gemma. You're late for class.”
Without hesitation, she scurried over to the couch and sat down while I looked around as if I had an entire room of students to address.
“Now, as I was saying before Gemma so rudely interrupted us, our topic today is self-stimulation. Female self-stimulation, in particular.”
Though Gemma's lips twitched, she did her best to keep a neutral expression.
“I can assure you all that there is nothing sexier than a woman who knows how to get herself off.” Still addressing the ‘class’, I walked over to one of the chairs in the living room and stood behind it. “Of course, the best way for you all to learn about this will be through a little demonstration. Gemma, since you obviously like being the centre of attention, why don't you come up here and walk us through it.”
She crossed her legs and pouted at me. “What if I don't want to?”
My lips curled in amusement. That bratty persona would play in perfectly to the next thing I had planned, so I happily rolled with it. “I don't think you want me to send another note home to your stepfather, do you? I've heard he can be rather strict.”
She tried her best not to show her amusement, but her eyes sparkled anyway. “No, sir.”
With a sigh, she stood up, tugging her skirt down, and walked over to flop down into the seat in front of me. Circling her, I adjusted her in the seat until she was perfectly displayed. Her legs, I lifted up over the arms of the chair, spread wide apart, and I tugged her hips down so they rested near the edge of the chair. I pulled her shirt up to show off her breasts and, grasping one of them in my hand, I gave it a rough squeeze as Gemma gasped in surprise.
“Just making sure you're ready. Now, I'll take a seat and you can lead the way.”
With that, I walked over to the couch and sat down in the spot she had just vacated with a perfect, unobstructed view of her beautiful body.
Her eyes still on me, she reached down, almost hesitantly, to brush her fingers across her taut, exposed nipple.
“Explain to the class what you're doing, Gemma,” I ordered. “Tell us how you turn yourself on.”
That seemed to embolden her and give her a clearer idea of what I wanted. She started to pinch her nipple more forcefully as she wet one of her fingers in her mouth and used it to rub the other nipple, narrating her actions the whole time. Her eyes never left me even though my gaze was focused on following her hands, particularly as they drifted lower, moving toward her swollen clit. By the time she started pumping her fingers into herself, her hips writhing on the chair, I had to unzip my pants again. My palm ran slowly and firmly down my dick as her breathing grew more shallow, her eyes a little more unfocused.
"Tell us what you think about, Gemma," I instructed. "When your fingers are inside yourself, what are you imagining?"
Her eyes went straight to my dick. "I'm imagining it's you, sir. That my fingers are your cock, fucking me hard."
“Dirty girl,” I admonished her, my throat tight around the words. “Just for that, I want you to show everyone how you come. Let them all see you fall apart, but not until I tell you.”
She whimpered, that fucking perfect sound of hers, as her legs began to tremble.
“You can wait, gorgeous. Just a little longer.”
Her hips shuddered as she tried to hold back her release.
“Five. Four.” I started counting down slowly as she bit her lip, trying so hard to get the timing right. “Three. Two...”
I held the space between the last two words for longer than necessary and she cried out in frustration. “Cole, I can't. I need...”
“One.”
