Page 19 of Satan's Naughty List
“I said…” I pause, lifting my chin in defiance. “No.” A slow smile peels onto his face, head shaking while he narrows his eyes. He steps back, looking down at his watch before tilting his head back and forth, contemplating. He shuffles further away, smirking at me as I balk.
“That’s too bad,” hetsks, crossing his arms over his chest. His pecs push out, the muscles in his biceps bulge. This man is easy on the eyes, and he’s all mine. Twisting on his heel, he starts heading toward the exit. Before I can even think it through, I run and jump. I should have known that he would expect it since he twists around just as I make contact. Instead of getting on his back like I planned, he hauls me over his shoulder and smacks my ass harshly.
“Hey!” I shout, swatting him as he walks. “That’s not fair.” Propping my head on my hand, I pout as he spins around and takes up toward the voyeur rooms. He laughs loudly, the pressure of his shoulders shaking dig into my stomach. His large palm starts massaging my soft bottom through my jeans before he swats it.
“Life isn’t fair, suck it up.” He sends another few swats to my ass before we finally reach our destination. I expect him to put me down, but he opens the door and swiftly drops me on the bed. I shout in surprise, watching his tight ass walk away to shut and lock the door. He checks the panels to make sure they’re not see-through and shuts the curtains.
“Nomad,” I breathe, unable to formulate any coherent words.
“You have thirty seconds to get completely naked and present to me.” He reaches down and thebeepsounds.
The timer started.
My clothes come flying off of me, and I pile them on the chair next to the bed. He’s extremely particular about having clothes just lying around.
I sink onto my knees and place my hands on my thighs just as the beeper sounds.
“Just in time,” he purrs, the sounds of his shoes tapping toward me. His hand lands on my head, petting my hair while my eyes remain on the ground. The knowing clink of his belt rattles in the room before his jeans sag down to his knees.
Reaching to the nape of my neck, he grips tightly at my hair and tips me backward. My mouth hangs open on instinct. His tattooed hand fists his cock, tugging on it tightly as he works himself to my presentation.
“Such a good boy,” he coos, dragging the tip over my lips. I stick my tongue out, and he taps himself on it. Closing my mouth around the head, he hisses and steps backward. My jaw opens again, tongue hanging out and waiting for my next move.
He steps back up, dragging it across my face as I take it.
“You look so good with my cock,” he groans, dragging the tip back over my tongue. “You’ll do good to suck it like your life depends on it but don’t make me cum. Understood?”
“Yes sir,” I hum, sticking my tongue further out. He slides himself into my mouth with a groan.
“That’s a good fucking boy,” he grunts, pulling away and snapping his hips forward. The head of his cock hits the back of my throat. I do my best not to gag, letting my stomach clench as he fucks my mouth. Hollowing my cheeks and moving my tongue around, I work him over without moving my body. My hands grip my thighs tightly to avoid grabbing my own dick. He knows how much I love to suck him off and rub one out of myself. That’s just the turn on for me.
Opening my eyes, I peer up at him from under my lashes. He’s already staring at me with a wicked grin.
“What did I do to deserve you?” I can’t help the whimper that slides from me at his sweet words. Usually he’s degrading me, which I love to hear, but when he says nice shit? I could cum without even touching myself. Pulling back, I let the saliva drip between us and pre-cum dribbles from the head of his cock.
“I love you,” I hum, slurping the spit away. He shakes his head and goes back to using me for his own pleasure. Just how I like it.
“You want me to tie you up? Spank you? Fuck you?” I nod as he makes dirty suggestions. “The bite of handcuffs would be perfect for you.” He steps away completely, letting our mixed juices tumble from my mouth and onto my chest. Bending down, he meets me with a dirty kiss. He takes what he wants from me, not even slowing as he yanks me to my feet.
“How would you like me, sir?” I ask, blinking at him innocently. I know he’s got a bit of an innocent kink which was just another thing that attracted him to me.
“I can’t decide between ass up or cock up,” he comments, raking his eyes over my form. Standing a bit taller, I roll my shoulders back and flex my abs. My dick salutes him already, but it jumps at the mention of itself. “I was going to worship your body, make you come a few times. Then you went and decided you wanted to be a brat. Now, do I edge you or do I give you so many orgasms you pass out?”
The saliva that was pooling in my mouth suddenly dries up. Opening and closing my mouth, I probably resemble a fish out of water. I mean, I may as well be at this point. He’ll fuck me seven ways to Sunday whether it’s by denial or not.
“I even debated on letting you have my ass for the first time,” he lilts with false sadness, bringing his hand to my shoulder and dragging it down. It takes everything inside of me to not move, to stay silent.
I’d been begging him for years to let me have his ass, but he always tells me that he is more of a giver than a receiver. There’s no denying that he waits for my pleasure, always lets me cum before he lets himself go. I’ve had good pussy before, but I’ve not had any ass besides eating it out. I’m missing out, I know.
Goosebumps prickle across my skin as he skims around my cock, not touching it, yet drifting his rough fingers around it. If I wasn’t already in trouble, I’d have demanded him grab it and jerk it. He and I both know that I love to be submissive, yet I’m still bratty. I like to say that it keeps him on his toes. He likes to say that it’s because I don’t listen.
Win, win.
“I’ve decided,” he professes, skating his hand over my stomach and latching onto my throat. “You’re going to wish you didn’t talk back.”
Fuck.
“Wait-”
