Page 97 of Peaches & Pistols

“I know you won—” she tries to say through her smooshed lips.

“No, you don’t know. You want to trust I’d never hurt you. But tonight I’m going to prove it to you. I’m going to prove I’ll never hurt you and I’m going to do it by taking complete control of your pleasure.” My cock jumps at that, because I want nothing more.

“Do you understand, Mia?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispers.

“Good.” I swipe two fingers up through her wet slit and down again, poising my fingertips to penetrate her.

A gentleman might warm her up with a shallow finger, hell, even one finger inside. Not tonight. Tonight she’s going to accept that the only times she’ll experience pain in my presence is if it’s to heighten the pleasure that immediately follows.

Carefully, but without pause, I thrust my two soaked digits into her pussy. Mia’s gasp is music to my ears. Her hips buck on instinct, trying to get away but I hold her down with my other hand pressing above her pubic bone and slowly finger fuck her.

“You feel that honey? That bite of pain as you stretched around me without warning?” She nods. “It’s going to make this so, so good for you.”

I work her higher, hooking my fingers to massage that magic spot in her pussy that turns her into a whimpering mess.

“Babe, Greyson, p-p-please.” Her hands are tangled in her hair, hips meeting my hand with every movement, chasing her release.

I’ve not touched her clit. Intentionally. If I want her to detonate, all I’d need to do is blow on it. But instead, I withdraw my fingers without warning and suck her juices from them lasciviously.

“Such a good girl for me. Letting me worship the inside of my hot little pussy. Because I own this pussy don’t I, honey?”

“Y-yes, s-sir,” she stutters, coming down from her denied release. Confusion paints her face; she has no clue how far this is going tonight.

“How about this throbbing clit? Hmm? I bet you’d give me anything I want if I promised to suck it into my mouth just once.”

“Anything. It’s all yours anyway,” she pleads, hips writhing, still spread wide for me.

“Good fucking girl. All of you is mine. Your pain, your worry, and your pleasure.”

I punctuate my vow by bending down and doing exactly what I promised. I suck her pink clit into my mouth and suck on it like my favorite candy. My lips pop off all too soon, if her whimpered protests are anything to go by.

She has no idea how much I control her pleasure. Not in a cruel, sadistic way. Never. Only in the way I want her falling apart in ecstasy by my ministrations, any time I know she needs it—and anytime she asks for it.

I flop across her spread leg onto my back and lay next to her on the bed.

She sits up with a start, panic flashing in her eyes.

“Woah, woah, Mia. What’s going on?”

“You want me to suck your dick,” she says matter-of-factly.

“Honey, I’ll never turn down being in your hot mouth, but no. I don’t want you to suck my dick right now.”

The panic doesn’t clear her expression, and I know. Fucking Carter.

“Did he…” I start to ask.

“If he was feeling generous, or if I wasn’t in trouble, sometimes he’d get me ready a little bit before sex. But usually, he laid back, hands behind his head, and wordlessly expected me to put him in my mouth.”

The shame coating her makes me furious. That fucker’s going to get what’s coming to him, I swear to god.

“Mia,” I snap affirmatively.

Her attention flips, me taking control providing the safety she so desperately needs.

“Yes, sir?”