Page 81 of Her Wicked Plan

“Oh, pretty girl.” He stands straight up, looking down between us to witness how he is held against me. “I would love to fuck you, but I don’t think you deserve it yet.”

“What?” I question before the tip of his dick glides from my clit to my entrance. He holds himself still. “I was a good girl. I listened to you.” I don’t care how pathetic I sound right now.

“That you were.” He pushes the tip in the smallest bit, causing me to gasp, but he doesn’t go further. His fingers dig into my hips as he attempts to compose himself. Trying not to give in to temptation.

“Leo...” I plead as if my life were at stake.

It takes so much willpower not to move backward to push him fully inside me. I don’t want to push boundaries again.

“You’re going to feel so good, Vee.” His voice is low and raspy. “When the time comes, but like I said, you don’t deserve to be fucked right now.”

“Why?”

“Because,” he steps back and leans forward, hand wrapping around my neck to pull me, my back flush with his front. Tilting my head to the side, his mouth hovers over my ear. “You got into a fight. Only those who behave get rewarded.”

“What do you want me to do?” Despair drips from my voice.

“I want you to go all of next week with no altercations.” He whips me around. “Think you can handle that?”

“A week?” My eyes go wide.

“Yes.” He backs away and collects my clothes from the floor.

“I’ll try,” I agree, taking my clothes from him. “What is the new schedule like? For our sessions.”

“We will keep Tuesdays and Thursdays.” He steps into his jeans. “Then I was thinking of adding Friday.”

“Only one more day?”

“Let’s start off with three days a week and see how that goes,” he states while I get dressed. “And Veronica, you realize we will actually have to have real sessions, right? It can’t always be like this.”

Of course, I knew that. As much as I would love for it to be like this all the time when we are alone, he is here to do his job. With real sessions, he will get to know me better, which will hopefully help him fall in love with me.

Sex is just a bonus.

“Yeah, I know.” I walk around his desk and to the door but then turn to look at him with a sly grin. “See you, Tuesday.”

CHAPTER 20

Veronica

I stare at the blank page in my journal in a complete daze. My fingers are itching to write about what happened two days ago with Leo, but nothing happens when I set the tip of my pen to the paper. My wrist doesn’t move.

Everything he did to me swirls in my mind like a snowstorm. Snowflakes flurry in every direction, and I’m not sure which piece of memory to focus on.

How it felt to have his fingers inside me? Or his tongue, for that matter.

I can’t seem to make my hand comprehend what my brain wants to relive on these pages. I could lay it all out in detail, every single second of sweet pleasure he provided me.

It would take up a couple of pages in my journal. It might even make a decent little book. If only I could get my hand to move.

Sleep hasn’t come easily to me the past couple of nights. I’ve been restless. Tossing and turning because every time I shut my eyes, I was teleported back to his office. Either his cock was in my mouth, or his head was between my thighs.

The vivid images sent an electric wave down through my stomach, ending right at my clit. When I tried to relieve that ache, it wasn’t enough.

I couldn’t even make myself come.

It seems like he ruined me after all.