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I kissed her ear and said softly, “Tell me what you need, Petal.”
She shivered, knowing full well I said those same words during our sessions. Every week I would ask her that same question so that she could make goals for the week or the month. I would praise her at the end of the week for completing the said goals or guide her to do better.
Now she would know what I meant by those words.
“I want you…” she whispered and added, “inside me.”
Hearing her say it, the words that I wanted to hear for the last few weeks, made my heart feel light. It was her choice, just like it was mine. Having her pressed against me, feel me inside her.
I smiled, kissing her again. I couldn’t get enough of her. I hadn’t even tasted her, yet I was addicted to Ivy, my little Petal. Her hands clutched the collar of my shirt as if she was afraid that I would move away from her.
Never in a million years, Petal.
“Then you’ll get what you need,” I murmured against her pink lips, kissing her once more.
Ivy gave me a shy smile that quickly vanished into a small gasp when I turned her over on my lap, her stomach pressing against the semi-hardened bulge with her beautiful ass facing me.
“Aiden?” She looked over her shoulder when I flipped the hem of her dress to her waist.
My palm smoothed over her bare ass, pressing her soft curves closer to my muscled body. Letting her know that there was no escape.
Leaning closer to her ear, I said, “Say the word red if you want me to stop. Nod if you understand, Petal.”
She nodded slowly, her eyes wide and cheeks red. That was what my character said in her written sexual fantasies before he hurt her. Hurt her in a way that made her feel alive, cherish her every touch as if he was worshipping her.
I wonder if Ivy felt the same with me. That I was worshipping her tiny trembling body whenever I caressed her soft skin or squeezed her hard enough to leave my hand print.
I wanted to hurt her, cherish her, worship her.
“If you would have told me you want me to fuck you righthere,” I said in my throaty voice, my fingers lightly tapping her sex through the drenched lace, “Then I would have gladly complied with your wishes, Ivy. But you decided to lie. Even after I read your fantasies, you lied to me.”
My voice was stern, bordering on angry tone even though I was not angry. I would never touch anyone in anger, especially my Petal. I was disappointed that she never told me how she felt all these years. I forced my attraction and feelings to someone else because I thought she saw me as her elder brother, just like Hayden, and no one else.
She shivered, hearing the tone of my voice, and clenched her thighs. Fucking hell, she was so responsive. If only one sentence could make her wet, I wonder if I can ask her to fuck herself while I tell her what to do without touching her.
Ivy squirmed over my lap when my fingers trailed over her, feeling her wetness soaking her underwear. I spanked her lightly.
“I don’t tolerate lies. It’s rude, and it’s unacceptable,” I whispered harshly. I spanked her again, a little harder, and cherished the little gasp that came out of her lips. “Especially to your brother’s best friend, your therapist, who makes your cunt soaking wet.”
“Oh.” She made a sound that was a mixture of a moan and a whimper when I spanked her ass again.
Soon, I could feel the coolness of her bare, soft skin, feel her burning sex clench, her legs shivering when I spanked her again and again. My palm scorching with each strike and her ass turning a light shade of pink. Ivy was muffling her moans by biting down on her lip, but I didn’t want that. I held her hair and tugged her head back so I could hear the cries of her pleasure and shock more clearly.
I waited for her to say the safe-word, tell me how I got hard on spanking her, scared and disgusted her. But she didn’t. She took the spanking like a good girl. I increased the intensity of each slap, hearing her groan loudly when my throbbing bulge poked her in her stomach. She bucked and writhed on my lap, but I was determined until she apologized for lying to me. I heard her cries, her words nothing but a blubbering mess when she kept apologizing.
“Please, please, please, Doctor Aiden. I am sorry,” she whimpered, raising her ass every time I lifted my palm as if she couldn’t wait for me to touch her again.
My eyes raked over her beautiful sight, her legs pressed together as if she could hide her arousal from me. Pausing for a moment, I rubbed my hand over her warm ass, slowly massaging the sensitive skin. I would prepare her shower and apply healing lotion as soon as we got back home. If she could bear the thought of touching me again.
Ignoring those thoughts, I loosened my hold on her hair and trailed my hand between her legs. Slowly rubbing my digits over her drenched thong.
“You are soaking wet, Ivy,” I said, my voice lowering an octave.
She shivered and pushed her hips back. “Please, Aiden.”
I hummed, moving her little underwear to the side and plunged two fingers inside her warm heat, eliciting a loud moan from her. My palm continued massaging her ass gently as my knuckles slid inside her, the pads of my fingers finding the rough sensitive spot and pressing against it. Her body started trembling, and I knew she was close, begging me to make her come.
“Come, Petal. Come on my fingers, you dirty girl,” I said, my voice hoarse as she writhed in my lap, my erection throbbing against her stomach while I fucked her cunt. Curling my fingers over her sweet, sensitive spot.
