by Measha Stone
He stopped himself from licking his lips. No need to frighten her even more than she probably already was.
“Other than me, has any other man seen you naked?” he asked, making his way back to her.
She shook her head, bowing it.
“No. Look up.” He would not allow her to hide within herself, or to cower from him. The woman with the determination and steel in her spine, that’s who he wanted in his bed. He may bend her to his will, and he would dominate her every move, but he did not want a wallflower in his fucking bed.
When her eyes met his again, he half expected to see tears shining there, but saw none. The blush had even faded.
“Now, answer me with your mouth,” he said, lifting her chin with his fingertips. “While I still allow you to have use of it.”
The blush returned. Beautiful. She knew exactly what he meant. Or, at least, she thought she did. So many ways to take away her use of her mouth. A gag. His cock. The thought of putting his dick between her lips made him shudder.
“No. No one but you,” she answered, and it took a moment for him to register what she was talking about. He needed to stop fantasizing and start doing.
“Does that mean you haven’t been touched, either?”
“I’ve never had sex before if that’s what you mean.” She rolled her shoulders back. A pretense of bravado if he ever saw one. She may want him to think she was proud of holding onto her virginity for so long, but he knew better. She’d been held back by her mother in every way.
“Hmmm.” He dropped his hand from her chin and lightly traced the muscle of her neck down to her collarbone, noticing the sweet shudder run through her. “But you’ve touched yourself. You’ve had an orgasm before.” He didn’t ask; he simply stated what he thought to be fact.
“Does that matter?”
He chuckled, slipping his hand farther down into the valley between her breasts.
“No, but I want to know. Have you played with your tits before?” He went for crude. “And remember, you agreed to give me your full submission. If you lie, I’ll know, and you’ll be ass up over my lap instead flat on your back.”
Her tongue ran across her bottom lip. Was she unsure how to answer? Could she possibly be ashamed at having touched her beautiful breasts?
“Yes, I have.” She breathed out the words as though it took a weight off her. “Of course, I have.”
He waved at the bed. “Lie back on the bed and show me.”
“I—”
Stilling her with a finger over her lips, he shook his head. “No more arguing or overthinking. Right now, you’re going to do exactly what you’re told to do without hesitation, or I’ll go in my playroom and get some of my less pleasant toys.”
She gave a gentle nod, and he helped her climb onto the bed, enjoying the strain and pull of her leg and ass muscles as she moved. Fuck, she was gorgeous.
“On your back. Move up on the pillows. There’s a good girl,” he said. Sitting on the bed beside her, he pulled her leg toward him then lifted it and moved to sit inside her spread limbs.
Her face reddened so easily, so purely, it took his breath away.
“Show me.” He rested his hand on the inside of her thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin.
He took a moment to enjoy his fill of her. The softness of her curves, the gentle flutter of her stomach as she tried to control her breathing. She may be panicked, but she wasn’t trying to get away or take back her promise.
Running his hand from her knee down her thigh to her sex, he grinned at finding no patch of curls.
“You’re bare,” he said more to himself than her, and touched the spot where many women had silky hair. She sucked in her breath when he moved lower, stroking her lips. Wet. As they should be. His inspection aroused her.
“I—” She tried to close her legs, but a harsh slap to her inner thigh stilled her. “Ow!”
“It will be much worse if you disobey again. Keep your legs spread. I want to see your cunt,” he chastised in a firm voice.
Her eyes widened, and she made fists at her sides, but she didn’t speak. Good girl. He didn’t want to spend the evening disciplining her. As much as he enjoyed the act, he wanted to fondle and lick every inch of her. Show her there was much pleasure to be had in obedience.
Using his thumb and his forefinger, he pried open her lips, finding the pink, wet flesh of her pussy. Her swollen clit begged for a kiss, but he had already given her directions. It was time for her to show him she would behave as promised.
“Go on, Azalea. Show me how you play with yourself. Show me how you pet your pussy when no one’s around to see or hear.”
She averted her stare, creeping her hands from her sides to between her delicious thighs. He watched her, thinking to give her some solace in that he wasn’t staring directly at her face. Let her hide a bit, for now, but soon she wouldn’t be able to hide from either of them.
Keeping her lips spread, he watched her fingers slip between his hands and find the nub. A soft moan escaped her the moment the pad of her finger brushed the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“That’s it, good girl, play with your clit,” he whispered, as though she were an animal in the wild he didn’t want to disturb.
She pressed her middle finger down on the swollen bud and moved in circles. He chanced a quick glance up at her and found her eyes closed. Perfect.
“Nice.” He released her lips and sprawled out on his stomach, with her pussy mere inches away from his face. “Keep going,” he ordered, when she paused. His movements had drawn her out of whatever aroused fantasy she’d slipped into.
He could make her keep her eyes on him. He shouldn’t let her dive into her mind in order to escape him, but she had such an innocence about her, corrupting her too soon might break her. And he didn’t break his toys.
Her finger disappeared from her clit, and he followed her movements as she stuck it into her mouth, sucking on it briefly. His cock ached beneath him when her wet digit went back to rolling the hard clit around and around.
“Fuck.” He breathed out, blowing his breath onto her exposed sex.
She moaned and rubbed herself with all of her fingers. Round and around she went. Her hips came off the bed slightly but enough for him to see the juices starting to coat her sex. The girl was soaked.
Tired of being the standby, he grabbed her. Her eyes flew open, and he kept her locked in his gaze. Not saying a word, he took her hand and brought it to his mouth. He ran his tongue over her fingertips, taking off every bit of her arousal and groaning over the sweetness of it.
“My turn,” he said with a gruffness and put her hand on her belly. “Now, you keep your hands out of my way.”
He lowered himself to her sex, inhaling the aroma before flicking his tongue lightly over her clit.
Her sharp inhale of breath drove him closer to the brink. A man could hold himself back for so long before erupting into action. Scooting down a fraction, he slid both arms beneath her ass and brought her off the bed, feeding himself with her pussy.
“Oh. Oh,” she moaned when his tongue darted into her entrance. So much heat, so much delectable flavor. He ran his tongue up her slit, suckling on her clit before sinking his teeth into her.
“Oh fuck,” she breathed. He didn’t look up at her, but he could feel her moving. She was half sitting, half lying down to watch him.
Let her. The watching made it easier for her to lose herself in what he was doing to her. What he would be doing to her, what he’d been waiting to do since he’d laid eyes on her at Tower.
“Peter.” She lifted her hips toward him. Whether she did it on purpose or not didn’t matter. His girl was seeking her release.
He pulled back from her, looking up the length of her body at her aroused expression. Bottom lip tucked between her teeth, hair framing her perfectly blushed face.
“What do you want, Azalea?” he asked, rubbing his chin over her clit, knowing any touch at this point dragged her to the edge.
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War raged in her expression. She wanted to ask for her release, wanted to scream at him to make her come. He knew it. But then there was the sensible, stubborn Azalea fighting it.
“I’ll make you come. All you have to do is ask.” He nuzzled her sensitive bits again, enjoying the way her eyelids fluttered and her breath huffed from between her swollen lips. Someone had been biting down hard to keep from crying out.
“Don’t make me,” she pleaded so softly, so prettily his cock twitched. She didn’t understand how much her distress turned him on.
“You don’t have to. If you don’t ask, you won’t come. But I’ll keep you in this state, this high of arousal on the peak of explosion for a very, very long time. You’ll wish you’d asked.” As always, he meant what he said. If she didn’t ask, he’d edge her to the brink of insanity. She’d be begging for release, but the time would have passed when he would grant her request, and the poor girl would go to bed so aroused she probably wouldn’t sleep at all.
While staring at her, he slipped one hand from beneath her ass and gingerly glided a finger into her pussy entrance.
“Oh!” She gripped the bedsheets and tried to wiggle away, but he whipped his free hand out and pressed down on her belly, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.
“None of that. Be a good girl and take my finger. Just one, I promise.” He pushed his middle finger all the way into her passage, feeling the heat and squeeze of her channel. “See, no pain. Only pleasure.” He kissed her lips then moved back to her clit.
“Peter. Oh god. Peter. Okay, okay.” He kept his gaze up at her while he suckled her clit again. She threw her head back and leaned against her elbows. “Please. Please, make me.”
He gave her a final lick then released her. “Make you what?”
Did she just growl? He grinned up at the fiery woman glaring down at him.
“Please make me—argh—” She fought herself much harder than him. “Please make me come.” Her face flamed red with the words, but he could see the arousal in her body ramp up at being made to say them. Her nipples tightened, her tummy tensed, and her pussy gripped his finger even tighter.
“Do you want to come hard?” he asked, no sense in wasting the opportunity.
Her eyes widened at his question.
“Do you want me to make you come hard, or soft. Like one of those little orgasms that leave you unsatisfied. You’ll need to specify.” He was being an ass, but he didn’t much care.
When she didn’t respond he curled his finger inside her and stroked the inner walls until he found her sweet spot.
“Hard. Make me come hard. Please!” she begged. Oh, how pretty she was when she pleaded him.
He continued to stroke her while thrusting in and out of her.
“Imagine this being my cock. Me fucking you so hard you can’t remember to breathe. That’s going to happen, Azalea. I promise you that.” He wouldn’t be able to wait very long, but he wouldn’t fuck her tonight. Not when he had her so pliable and accepting. No, tonight he’d teach her obedience was rewarded in the most pleasurable of ways.
He licked her pussy again, up her length and down while he finger fucked her, nipping at her clit but not giving it his full attention. Not yet, not until the walls of her pussy trembled.
“Please. Please, Peter. Please make me come,” she chanted in a heavy whisper. He doubted she even recognized it was herself saying the words.
Her body tensed, and he moved his ministrations to her clit, sucking it between his teeth, biting down and flicking his tongue over it all at the same time.
She exploded.
The scream she released was completely intelligible, and her hips bucked up at him while he continued to fuck her harder and faster with his finger, driving her through the waves of her orgasm.
Slowing his movements, he brought her back down from her high. Removing his finger, he licked it clean then placed a gentle kiss on her sex.
Her chest rose and fell hard as she gasped for air, her face more flushed than before. She’d come hard for him. Such a good girl.
“No, don’t move.” He laid a flat hand on her thighs when she moved.
“We aren’t done yet.”
Chapter 11
Azalea tried to catch her breath and focus her mind at the same time. It wasn’t working. Peter looked tense. Not quite angry, but not his relaxed self.
She realized she was still spread out for him, completely naked and completely vulnerable. Her first reaction was to snap her legs closed, but he knelt between them, making it impossible. He wasn’t exactly the easiest man to move.
“Have you ever watched a dirty movie?” he asked, reaching out to her.
“Like porn? No.” She shook her head.
He chuckled. “Of all the things to lie about, you choose that?”
Her damn cheeks heated again. How could a man make her blush so fucking easily? It was though he held some remote to her emotions and could flick them on or off at will.
Of course, she’d seen porn movies. Her mother blocked some but not all of her Internet access. Finding spanking and kinky videos hadn’t been hard, and she’d been surprised she’d been able to access them.
“We’ll discuss honesty in the morning. For now, I want you to answer truthfully.”
Fine. Asshole.
“I’ve seen a few videos.” Okay, not totally true, but it was all she would give him.
“It’s going to be a long discussion, I see.” If he hadn’t smiled when he said it, her heart might have been able to slow down. But when he flashed that grin of his, the one where that damn dimple showed up, she couldn’t help but weaken a bit for him.
“So, you’ve seen a man’s cock, at least on screen?”
“Yes,” she answered, letting him pull her up to a full sitting position.
“Good. Get on the floor, on your knees for me, Azalea,” he instructed and moved out of the way, giving her space to swing her legs to the side and slide out of bed.
She moved down to her knees, feeling the lush carpeting beneath her, and looked up at him. Any fear she expected to experience at kneeling before him evaporated when he stood in front of her, hands on his belt.
“Palms on your thighs, spread your legs. I want to see your pussy whenever you’re on your knees like this for me. You don’t hide anything from me, Azalea. Nothing.” He stroked her hair, soothing both the flyaway strands and her worry.
A part of her told her to rebel. To fight against this man who’d stolen her away, but she’d agreed. She’d said she’d be his until her mother returned. She couldn’t back down now just because she was unsure of what was coming next and uncomfortable with her inexperience.
“Stop overthinking,” he said, running his hand down her head and picking up a long lock of hair. She watched as he dragged his finger along the length of it.
She sat back on her heels, spread her thighs, and rested her palms on her knees. Not sure where to put her stare, she focused on the floor, fixated on his feet. He still wore his dress shoes.
Azalea realized he hadn’t undressed at all except for removing his suit jacket. There she knelt before him, nude, post orgasm, and he stood completely guarded against her.
“See, I can touch and kiss and punish almost every part of you.” He let go of her hair and leaned farther down to tweak her nipple. “No.” He slapped her breast when she jerked back from his touch. “You never pull away from me, Azalea. You’ve given yourself to me—temporarily, I know—and you’ll follow every order, every rule, or you’ll be very sorry.”
Against what she knew was right, her body ached for him more with his dictate. The sternness in his voice shouldn’t have acted as such an aphrodisiac, but now that the threat of never seeing her mother again was gone, she was able to melt into his dominance.
She nodded, not trusting her voice not to betray her.
He went back to work on his buckle, and she watched as he let the leather hang from his hips. The button on his pants and the zi
pper came next, and she found herself licking her lips with anticipation.
She’d seen a man’s dick on a screen, but never in person.
He shoved his pants and boxers down his hips until his cock sprang free. She swallowed hard and intently stared at his member bobbing in front of her. His hand gripped the long, thick shaft at the base and stroked upward to the tip of his head where a small bead of pre-cum formed.
Without thinking, she stuck out her tongue and leaned forward, taking the pearl onto her tongue and swallowed it. Salty. Manly.
Delicious.
Peter chuckled. “Did I say you could lick my cock yet?” he asked.
Her eyes flew open and met his. Although he’d laughed, there was little merriment in his tone.
“You weren’t honest with me a few minutes ago. You let lies come out of that pretty mouth of yours.” He reminded her of the tiny white lie she’d told. But he’d said they would discuss it in the morning. It wasn’t morning.
Before she could voice her objection to his decree, he laid two fingers over her lips and shook his head.
“Nope. You lost the privilege to use your mouth.”
What the hell did that mean?
She didn’t have much time to think on it, as he yanked his belt free from his pants and shoved the leather into her mouth. Pulling it behind her head, he shoved the belt through the buckle and tightened it until her lips were spread wide with the strap between her teeth and her head being controlled by him.
“Cup your hands together,” he ordered, his tone back to being harsh and unyielding.
She positioned herself like he directed, and he pulled them up until they were as high as her lips.
He switched his hold on the belt to his left hand, and wrapped the right around his cock again. She wanted to taste him again, to lick the silky skin under the head. She craved to take him in her mouth as she’d seen all those women do in the movies. But he’d taken away her mouth. The leather stretched her skin, biting into the corners of her lips.
“Keep those beautiful blue eyes on my cock. Watch what you can’t have. If you’d been honest, you’d have your lips around me instead of watching me jerk off.” His voice tightened as he stroked himself.