by Sam Mariano
Naturally, she’s reluctant. She remains where she is, still covering herself to the best of her ability. “You already—It’s not night time yet, I’m supposed to get a break until night time.”
“This is a break. I won’t fuck you—unless you do a shitty job. If your mouth is inadequate, I know your pussy won’t be. With incentive like that, I suspect you’ll bring your A game—unless you want me to fuck you, of course. In that case, I’m happy to oblige.”
Glaring and flushed, she flings back, “You know I don’t.”
I nod once and pat the top of my thigh. “Then come over here. I won’t ask again.”
Despite her reluctance, she gives up trying to hide her body from my gaze and crawls across the bed toward me. She eyes me the whole time, like a gazelle approaching a lion, wary that I’ll pounce.
She should be wary. I want to pounce on her.
Jesus, she looks good crawling across my bed. My cock strains against the fabric of my pants already, my heart kicking up a couple speeds. I keep my hands to myself until she’s about to climb off the bed, then I catch her around the waist and pull her into my lap, facing me. She’s uncertain since I said I wanted a blow job and she can’t exactly give me one like this, but I can’t pass up the opportunity to kiss her first. Or to have her straddle me, bare naked while I’m fully dressed. Fuck, she is beautiful.
She can’t decide how to respond to me as her bare ass rests in my lap, my hands on her hips. I pull her against me so she can feel how hard I am already. I haven’t had her in this position before since she isn’t a willing participant here, but the temptation of her body so close is more than I can resist. I shouldn’t show her so much tenderness, but I gather her closer and lean forward to brush my lips across her collar bone, then every few inches until I get to her shoulder. I kiss my way up her neck, pushing my fingers through her hair and cradling the back of her head. Her body does everything I want it to, yields when it should, bends when and where it should. My lips wander everywhere, like pioneers charting newfound land. I wish I hadn’t told her I’d only fuck her if she gave lousy head. I’m already craving more than her mouth but I don’t want to give her a complex.
Holding her close, I palm her right breast and watch her face. Her eyes are closed, her breathing labored. I fist my hand in her hair and tug. She gasps, her eyes fluttering open, but I crush her lips against mine before she can object. Her mouth opens to grant my tongue access, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders for support. Mia’s fingers lightly dig into my shoulders as I explore her mouth, pulling her chest against mine. I resent the fabric that keeps me from feeling her breasts as they press against me, but then I forget to resent anything because a faint moan slips right out of her. It’s like injecting straight desire into my veins—I don’t take time to consider that she looks quietly horrified, I just reach between her legs, needing to touch her. As soon as my finger moves inside her, she curls into my shoulder. Her hand drops between our bodies, catching mine and guiding it away.
Just as I’m about to push her hand away and touch her anyway, I feel her warm breath on my neck and she murmurs a heartfelt plea in my ear. “Please. Please don’t.”
Fuck. Another thick wave of desire rolls through me. I need her. She doesn’t object as I place a hand at the small of her back and pull her closer, butting my cock against her. My clothes are the only layer of protection she has from me, and she knows how flimsy that is.
Now that I’ve given her an inch, I expect for her to push for more. She asked me to stop and I did—now she may try for more control I won’t give her. That’s my thought, at least. I’m pleased when I use her hair to tug her head back and bury my face in her neck—she does not object.
“Touch yourself,” I command.
A little breathless and a lot reluctant, she murmurs, “What?”
“One of us is going to get you off. If you don’t want it to be me, I suggest you do it yourself.”
Now she tries to pull away from me. “I don’t want to do that.”
I yank her right back, kissing her hard before murmuring against her mouth, “I don’t care.”
“Please,” she says, since it worked so well last time.
There it is.
Smiling faintly at her attempt, I let her know that’s not an all-access pass. “I do like you begging, Mia, but I rarely grant requests. You’ve already hit your quota today. Argue with me and I’ll hold you down and finger fuck you myself.”
“Jesus,” she mutters. She doesn’t test my threat though. Her hand drops between her legs, her whole body flushed and I watch her fingers go where I so desperately want to go myself. I can’t believe I have her naked in my lap, on my bed, and I can’t fuck her.
“Don’t be shy.” She’s trying to hide from me, even sitting right here in my lap. She keeps her eyes closed and her head down like this is a punishment instead of a reward. I don’t like that at all. I’m quickly becoming president of the Mia’s Body Fan Club, and even the notion of her feeling an ounce of shame because of it makes me want to shoot someone in the face. It wouldn’t do any good, I just have anger and I have to do something with it.
“What do you think about when you touch yourself?” I ask her.
Somehow her blush deepens. “I’m not going to tell you that.”
“I want to know,” I tell her, catching her breasts in my hands and squeezing.
“Then learn mind-reading,” she tosses back.
Since her eyes are still closed, I don’t hide my smile. Since I can’t let her get away with that, I give her nipples a hard, punishing pinch. She gasps at the jolt of pain, her eyes opening and locking with mine.
“Mouthy girls get punished,” I inform her.
“That’s not fair. I don’t even want to be here. I shouldn’t have to obey your every command.”
My sympathetic nod drips with irony. “Life’s not very fair, is it? Would you like a reminder of the alternative?”
“No, I remember.” Now she pouts at me while she fingers herself in my lap. This girl is going to drive me out of my fucking mind.
I release one of her breasts to reach for her neck, tugging her close so I can kiss that pretty pout right off her lips. Her spirited moment must have passed because her mouth opens for me without hesitation. The rapid movement of her hand between our bodies as she pleasures herself pushes me far enough, but she tempts me further when she moans into my mouth.
She breaks the kiss, recoiling in response to her own slip-up. I can tell she doesn’t want any pleasure out of any of this, but that’s stupid. There’s no reason for her to deny herself a moment of pleasure—plus I really want to watch her come. We both lose if she’s ashamed of her sexuality.
Tenderly petting her hair, I guide her face to my chest protectively, tucking her under my chin. It’s the most privacy I can give her right now—the most privacy I’m willing to give her—but she goes right into my embrace.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You never have to feel ashamed of your pleasure, not with me. I want to watch you come, Mia. I want it so damn much. I want every moan, every movement, every shudder. I want to watch all of it.”
She sighs against me, then shocks the hell out of me by dipping close and initiating a kiss herself. That’s the first time she’s ever done that, but I’m damn sure not complaining. I lean back slightly, bracing my hands behind me on the bed, and Mia obeys me—boy, does she obey me. She closes her eyes like she can’t bear to witness it herself, but she lets herself get into it, rubbing herself against me while she plays with herself. My own fingers dig into the sheets as she grinds her pussy against me, breathing hard, her face taut with frustration as she thrusts her fingers inside herself.
I’m so hard it fucking hurts, but I can’t take my eyes off her. Even with hers closed, even if she still has to hide from me, this level of obedience was so unexpected that I don’t even know how to respond to it.
Once she gets into it, s
he gets herself off. She cries out with pleasure, arching her back and kissing me as she rubs herself through her orgasm. Once she’s spent, she shudders and weakly collapses against my shoulder.
Slowly releasing a breath, I let a hand come up to her back, offering her a comforting caress as she recovers. God, I love her curled up against my body, weak from her own release. I could stay like this for the rest of the day.
I’m tempted to, frankly, but then Mia eases off my lap and slides down into the floor. I watch her look at the zipper of my pants like she’s about to go to war with it. She takes a deep, fortifying breath, then her finger closes around the tab and she drags it down, darting a glance up at me as she does.
I hold her gaze as she undoes my pants, then I stand and let her drag them down. She moves up higher to reach now that I’m standing, then she swallows and licks her lips. Her small hand wraps around my length and I close my eyes—but only briefly. I want to watch her. I love watching her.
She eyes up my dick like it’s an opponent she has to face-off with, then she darts another look up at me. “If I’m not good at this, it isn’t intentional. I don’t have an enormous amount of experience. I’m sure you’re accustomed to a… higher level of proficiency.”
I smile faintly. “A higher level of proficiency, huh?” She nods. “How inexperienced are you?”
“Let’s say very inexperienced.”
“How many blow jobs have you given?”
“I can count them all on one hand,” she states.
I nod. “Gotcha. Don’t worry; I’ll happily be your guinea pig. We’ll get you leveled up in no time.”
Rolling her eyes at me, she runs her hand gently from base to tip. “How generous of you.”
“I can be very generous,” I assure her. She pointedly ignores me, staring at my penis again. I don’t know why she’s so intimidated. I’ve watched her go down on Vince before and she didn’t hesitate like this. Maybe because he’s younger and less experienced himself. Given I’m obviously not, she’s not feeling confident in her own capabilities. “Just do whatever feels right,” I tell her. “It all feels good. You really can’t do this wrong; I was just warning you so you wouldn’t get the dumb idea to bite me. I wasn’t expecting you to deep throat on night one.”
Eyes widening slightly, she tells me, “I don’t know how to do that.”
I smile down at her. “You don’t have to—tonight. Just do what you’re comfortable with. Do whatever you want to do. I’m in no hurry. I’m sure you’re sufficiently capable of getting me off, but I’ll guide you if you need it.”
“Do you last as long with oral as…?” Mia trails off, apparently unsure how to refer to whatever the fuck it is I do to her. I can’t help smirking at her confusion. Poor girl, she’d need all kinds of therapy after this if I let her live. It’s almost an act of mercy that I’ll kill her after she talks; there’s no recovering from me.
“After watching you play with yourself, I think I can safely assure you I’m not going to last as long as I usually do.”
She licks her lips again and starts to move in, but she stops halfway, her gaze drifting to my thigh. Releasing her grip on my cock, she runs her soft fingers over an old scar—a long, jagged scar. Her brow furrows with concern and she glances up at me. “From your sister?”
I nod my head.
She leans in and kisses it.
Damn, if that doesn’t nearly bring me to my knees.
Thankfully she doesn’t look up at me after that, she just turns her attention back to my cock, leaning in and running her tongue along it like she’s licking a lollipop. I’m still feeling a bit off-kilter, but she effectively distracts me when she takes me into her mouth, bracing one hand on my hip and using the other to work my cock near the base. She doesn’t take me too far into her mouth, not quite halfway, but it doesn’t matter. The knowledge that she wants to please me is as intoxicating as the sight of her on her knees with my cock in her mouth.
I let her do her thing for a few minutes, then I reach down and work my fingers into her hair, making a loose fist and using it to guide her head. More of me slides into her mouth now and she tries, but her gag reflex isn’t accustomed to my size. Her blue eyes dart to mine almost apologetically when she gags. I offer a faint smile of reassurance and continue to guide her head; I don’t make her take quite as much of me this time.
When I do come, I expect recoil as she tries to pull back, but she doesn’t; she keeps her mouth sealed around me and swallows every last drop.
Mia eases back on her legs now that she’s done, looking up at me for approval.
I give it to her, reaching down to give her cheek a tender caress. “Good girl.”
I note hunger in her eyes, a desire for more—not of my cock necessarily, but maybe the approval it earned her. This is the kind of nuance I couldn’t pick up on the cameras, the kind you can only get firsthand. It’s potentially useful knowledge, so I tuck it away for later.
Now I pull my pants up and fasten them, watching her. I consider giving her a little more, but I don’t. I’m supposed to be making her hate me, not figuring out and feeding her kinks.
I guess I could do both.
No, I need to stay focused.
I don’t know.
Before I can get lost any further down this rabbit hole of distraction, I take one last look at her sitting there looking up at me, her perfect body bare for me. More than her body is bare right now; she’s experiencing some vulnerability and confusion. I should stay and do something with that, but I don’t.
Without another word, I leave.
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I haven’t quit thinking about Mia’s mouth around my cock by the time I get back to my study, which is damned inconvenient. The last thing I need is to be haunted by visions of her blue eyes looking up at me, brimming with conflicted feelings.
Out of curiosity, I decide to pop into my security room. I already have my room pulled up on the main monitor from last time I checked in on her, but now I frown because she’s not on the screen. I look up at the other monitors, checking my sitting room. She shouldn’t be in there, but I check anyway. I gave Adrian specific orders to keep her in my bedroom now. I don’t want her running into Vince again. He’s not home right now, but it’s just better to keep her in my bedroom.
She’s not in the sitting room, either. I check the hallway and see Adrian is still guarding the door, so he didn’t go rogue and decide to rescue her. He wouldn’t do that this close to getting Elise, though I’m sure he’s tempted.
I rewind the footage to see where she went. I rewind too far, and there she is, kneeling on the floor in front of me, sucking my cock. Jesus Christ. I hurry to skip ahead, but my stupid cock is already under the mistaken impression it’s going to get more of her sweet mouth.
Ignoring my baser urges, I watch her after I left. She remains on the floor for several minutes, unmoving. A faint wince tugs at me. I knew making her participate like that would take things up a notch, make her feel it differently, but actually watching her sit there, struggling… well, it’s unpleasant.
Thankfully, she pulls herself together. Gets up off the floor and wanders around the room. I stifle a groan as she pops into my closet and comes out wearing one of my dress shirts. Nothing else. Jesus Christ.
Now that her body is covered, she takes the empty food tray to the door and hands it to Adrian. She closes the door and goes back in my bedroom, then glances at the bathroom door. Her gaze drifts back to the bed, then the bathroom door again. She finally turns back around and goes back to the door to talk to Adrian. They stay right in the doorway, which is damned inconvenient. I turn up the audio, but they’re too far away on this screen and talking quietly, so I can’t hear what they’re talking about. After a brief conversation, she nods and steps back into the bedroom, closing the door. Then she goes in the bathroom, which presumably is where she is now.
What did she say to Adrian?
I switch to the hallway monitor, but again, since t
hey were right in the doorway between rooms, I can’t make out what’s being said.
Goddammit.
I consider going up there again, but to be honest, I’m not sure I can keep myself out of the bedroom if I do. Instead, I switch back to live view in the hallway and call Adrian.
“Yeah?” he answers, none too friendly.
“What did Mia say to you?”
“What?” his voice is sharp, but faintly confused.
“Just now, when I left the room. She opened the door to talk to you after she gave you the food tray. What did she say?”
Adrian pauses briefly, then spins around to look up at the camera. “Jesus fucking Christ, you just left her and you’re already spying on her? Don’t you have actual work to do?”
I kick back in my seat, smirking at the screen. “Yes, and I can get to it if you answer my question instead of monitoring my behavior.”
“She asked if she could have a razor. I told her no. It was titillating.”
“Why did she want a razor?”
“I figured it might be so she could slice open one of your arteries while you sleep. I advised her that you’re a light sleeper, so she probably shouldn’t try it.”
I grin at the idea of her trying to murder me in my sleep. I can’t actually see her trying, but the resulting struggle would be very appealing. “She’s fun, isn’t she?” I remark, lightly.
“Yes, I love protecting you from the woman you’re victimizing. Makes me all warm inside.”
Adrian tries to rain on my parade with his droll tone and disdainful comments, but it doesn’t work. I wish I had a camera in the bathroom. This girl is like an infection in my brain today; I don’t know why, I just want to go back to the bedroom. Even if she just pouts at me and hates me—it’s even cuter when she tries to rationalize me, tries to make excuses for me.
Well, sort of cute. I’m not sure I’m the first person she’s had to make excuses for. There was nothing in Adrian’s work-up to indicate she had any official history of any type of abuse, but there’s always the possibility it wasn’t reported. I’ll have to look into that some more.