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“Pleeease,” she begged on a low whine, already too horny to worry about her dignity.
He pulled his mouth away, and she groaned in protest.
“Please, what?” The breath from his words fanned across her ass, and cooled some of the heat between her legs, which only made things worse.
“Tell me what I have to do to get what I need.”
“Turn toward me and kneel like a good girl.”
She turned and knelt on the bar, not caring that it was hard and unforgiving under her shins and knees. He adjusted her the way he wanted—back slightly arched, tits out, chin up, knees wide. He lectured as he touched, explaining why each aspect of the position was important to him.
“And today I want your hands clasped behind your back so they don’t get in my way and you don’t have the urge to try to stop me.”
She opened her mouth to ask why she’d stop him, but then he was tugging at her nipples, his fingers going from lightly pinching to a firm, vicious pressure that made her cry out.
“That’s good girl,” he kept murmuring as spikes of violent heat jolted from her nipples to her pussy. She chose to believe that some of the moisture dripping onto her things was his saliva from when he’d licked her, but she knew better.
Oww, this fucking hurt.
She moaned and squealed, praying he’d stop, but the aching, pinching pain he inflicted had her rocking her hips, seeking relief. She squirmed for him, her begging growing louder the longer her ignored it.
“Please, Sir. Oh, ow . . . please. I’ll be a good girl. Please . . .” She writhed until she wept, and when he stopped each of her nipples felt like they had their own heartbeat. Red, raw, swollen.
“There. Now my girl is ready.”
“Uh-huh!” Her voice had gone high and breathy, and for some reason it wasn’t coming back down.
She need him—needed his cock or his mouth or his fingers—anything he was willing to provide as her nipples pulsed in an agony of bruised arousal. He leaned in and ran his lips over the tips of her sensitized breasts, then grazed his teeth there, drawing an involuntary squeal from her lips.
“Turn around and put your forehead on the bar.”
She shuffled in a semicircle, envisioning him pulling her back to him and impaling her on his cock, but instead he pushed two fingers into her pussy and finger fucked her just long enough to make her all too aware of how shockingly, embarrassingly wet she was. His fingers withdrew, then one brushed over her bottom hole, making her groan in denial.
“Please, Sir. No.”
“No? I’m pretty sure your safeword is some obnoxious, fancy color, sunshine.”
He waited for a moment, and when she didn’t say anything else, his tongue slipped between her pussy lips, then flicked playfully over her perineum, making her shiver and squirm.
She knew what was coming and desperately wanted him to stop, but it felt too good. She couldn’t bring herself to refuse the pleasure he was giving her. It felt so strange, ticklish, taboo, and she held her breath waiting for him to just do it already, her pussy tingling and hot with anticipation even though it wasn’t getting the attention.
His grip switched to her thighs, and he held her in place as he teased his way to her ass. Just as he was about to touch her there he changed course, nipping and licking and kissing the globes of her ass, making her squeal and shudder. Maybe he’d changed his mind about doing it, but now that he’d planted the idea in her mind, she wanted to see what the big deal was about. If anyone could make it hot, it would be Will.
He kissed and nipped a steady path along the tender flesh just below her ass, and she found herself holding her breath again when his tongue found her cleft, following it upward in gentle, reverent flicks of his tongue.
The first graze of his tongue over her anus made her squeal as pleasure jolted through her body. He did it again, and again, making her whimper and squirm while he held her in place and did whatever he pleased. By the time he stopped she was sobbing with need.
“Such a good girl for me,” he murmured, making her even hornier. “You’re ready for anything now, aren’t you?”
Yes. Fuck. “Please,” she whimpered.
The tip of his finger pressed against her back hole, and she was so desperate for relief that she let it happen. Slowly, he began to coax his finger into her. Through her legs, she watched his lazily aroused expression, even more turned on by how this was turning him on.
The sensation of his finger working into her ass was weird but not awful—it felt both intimate and yet dirty, and it was making her impossibly aroused. A small orgasm shuddered through her pussy and Will groaned.
“You like that, don’t you, dirty girl?”
She mewled, not sure how to respond. “Noo . . .” Maybe yes. Maybe too much. “It feels weird.”
