Page 117 of Wicked Lessons


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“Please,” she whines.

“Please what? Finish your sentence.”

“Please, let me cum.”

I ghost my finger over the smooth, wet peak of her clit. It’s so sensitive that I feel it quiver under my touch.

“What will you give me in return?” I say, my voice low.

“I’ll suck you off.”

“You give that to me anyway.”

She makes an indignant squawk. “What do you want?”

“Those boys you were out with last night.” I choose my words carefully because I can’t have her thinking I’m fixated with Bestlasson. “You will cease associating with them.”

“But Charlotte—”

My fingers close tightly around her nipple, making her hiss through her teeth.

“This isn’t about your friend,” I say. “If she wants to drag you along to another of those concerts, the answer is no.”

Phoenix’s face tightens. “I don’t know what you have against them.”

“Musicians who supplied you with all that alcohol?” I snarl, mostly at myself for sounding like her father.

It isn’t like me to be overly controlling or possessive, but this is one freedom I will not permit. When Veer Bestlasson goes missing, suspicion will fall on each of his friends and associates.

I can’t have Phoenix under the attention of Odin or the rest of that family.

She huffs. “Alright, I’ll keep my distance. Now, please may I cum?”

“When I’m convinced you really mean the words,” I reply

For the next several minutes, I take her to the brink of climax and ease her off. The blush staining her cheeks spreads down her neck, across her chest, and even to the tips of her ears.

After six rounds of tease and denial, Phoenix pants and shivers against my chest with sweat beading on her brow.

My agonized cock screams at me to put us all out of our misery, but this is important.

“Please.” Her voice breaks. “I don’t even like Veer all that much. Most of the time, he pisses me off. Please, let me cum.”

“What’s this about?”

“It’s annoying how he’s suddenly become so friendly. For the past two years, he acted like I didn’t exist.”

My brow creases. “You wanted his attention?”

Her nose wrinkles. “No. He’s a pretentious twat.”

I can’t disagree with her there, but that’s beside the point. The tip of my finger slides into her wet heat. She’s so tight and slick that she sucks it in, down to the knuckle.

My cock throbs at the thought of her reacting this way when we eventually fuck.

“Hmmm… Tell me more about what you won’t do.”

“I won’t even look at their flyers,” she says through ragged breaths. “And if Charlotte or anyone else asks me to see the band, the answer will be no.”

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