“Part your labia for me.”
Drawing a steadying breath, I do. Keeping my balance is a little more difficult than I expect.
“Finger yourself. Show me you’re wet and ready.”
Unsure why I’m suddenly a little embarrassed, I circle my clit.
“Get out of your head. Just feel. Follow my commands.”
Nodding, I circle a little faster.
“Keep yourself spread wide. Press your thumb on your clit and finger fuck yourself.”
Doing all that at once is going to be impossible.
He smiles a little. Wickedly. And I realize this is a form of his torment.
I never know what I’m going to get from him. He’s far more skilled at these kinds of games than I am. “I might lose my balance.”
“A possibility, I suppose. You may want to be careful.”
He’s relentless. Maybe I shouldn’t have pushed him.
“Get on with it. If I have to do it for you…”
The threat hangs between us, and his tone says I probably don’t want that to happen.
Fighting to stay upright and keep my pussy spread, I begin to do as he said.
And the bastard grabs hold of my nipples pulling on them, tugging, squeezing, making me gasp and jerk around. How can I get out of my head when I feel as if I’m fighting for survival?
“Fuck yourself harder. Show me you’re ready for my cock, little sweetheart.”
Each of his filthy words makes me wetter and wetter.
And all of a sudden, I’m no longer aware of my inhibitions. I’m surrounded by his powerful energy, surrendered to it, fucking myself as he toys with my nipples, and an orgasm begins to build.
My clit is throbbing with demand, and I need his massive cock deep inside me. “Oh! Stryker…”
He grabs my hand and pulls it away from my pussy.
Confused, frustrated, I scowl.
“Keep your labia spread, Allie.”
There’s a warning tone in his voice, and I’m not prepared for the spank he places on my most tender spot.
I cry out, pitching forward.
“That, my bratty submissive, was what you were asking for.”
I’m pretty fucking sure I didn’t ask for something like that.
But as the sting fades, desire blooms. I’m even more turned on.
“Think about that next time you want to test me.”
I fight to hide a grin. Was that spank meant to teach me to behave?
