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“Good girl. I want you to stay nice and still for me, okay?”
She nods. “Yes.”
I smirk and then bring my lips down on hers again, her lips eagerly taking mine, matching my hunger at every turn. Fuck. She tastes so fucking good. I won’t ever get tired of tasting her, of kissing her. I’m fucking obsessed with this woman, and while that should terrify me, it doesn’t. The feeling is almost as addictive as her taste.
I drag my lips away from hers and kiss my way down her neck, nipping and sucking along the way, needing to see my marks on her creamy skin.
Emerson squirms beneath me, not heeding my warning to remain still. Without hesitation, I slap my palm down on her thigh four times in quick succession. “What did I say about keeping still, sweet girl?”
Her gasps are fucking beautiful and I consider going back for more just to hear them again, but I can’t punish her when she hasn’t done anything wrong. That wouldn’t be fair, and it would take away from punishments when she does.
“I’m sorry,” she pants.
Her eyes are glazed over, her chest is rising and falling so quickly I’m almost worried she’ll stop breathing, but I’m far from done with her.
Emerson is struggling to stay still, but she needs to learn to obey, especially in the bedroom. I won’t accept anything else, and the quicker she learns that, the better it will be for her.
I kiss my way down to her collarbone, nipping at the sensitive skin until she shivers uncontrollably. My lips quirk on her skin, having an effect like this on her is fucking addictive in itself.
The trail continues down her chest and I sink my teeth into the soft flesh before lapping at the mark to soothe it.
Emerson’s moans fill the room. She’s loving everything I give her. I should have discussed limits with her before I started, but something told me she wouldn’t know what she did or didn’t want. I want to show her what she needs, show her what her body craves.
I bite into her flesh over and over, occasionally pulling back to appreciate the angry-looking marks. My cock aches, pushing against my zipper painfully, begging to be let loose on Emerson’s sweet body. Marks surround her rosy peaks, framing them until I can’t take it anymore, and finally take one between my teeth.
Emerson hisses a sharp breath, but from the moan that follows closely behind, I know she’s enjoying it as much as I am.
I peer up at her and almost blow my fucking load at the sight. Her auburn hair is spread across the pillow in a halo, almost making her look like an angel. Her head pushes back into the pillow, her mouth open with each moan that slips from her throat.
Emerson’s eyes flutter open and her lust-filled gaze meets mine as I flick my tongue over her nipple teasingly.
“Are you wet for me, sweet girl?” I know she is, I can fucking smell her arousal and I can’t wait to feel the effect I’ve had on her.
“Yes,” she breathes, barely loud enough for me to hear.
I nip each nipple one last time before trailing down toward the apex of her thighs slowly. I want to drag this out as long as I can, to make her wait for the pleasure I’m going to assault her with, but I’m growing impatient. The need I have to taste her is burning me from the inside out and I can’t handle it any longer.
Emerson’s breath hitches as I press a long kiss to her mound, close enough to her pussy that she’s all I can smell. Fuck. Her scent is so fucking sweet I just know she’s about to become my favorite treat.
Despite the unbelievable urge to taste her, I move down her legs, taking the time to bite and suck at the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. The need to mark her, to see her covered in the evidence that she’s mine is too great to ignore. Each time I bite into the sensitive flesh, she almost comes clear off the bed before her head reminds her she shouldn’t be moving.
The sick part of me wants her to move so I can show her how much she loves being punished, because I know she will. I knew from the moment I saw her that my sweet girl would love the pain I give her, she just didn’t know it yet.
Our eyes lock as I position myself between her spread thighs, so close to her core that I can almost taste her. Emerson looks like she’s about to come out of her skin, her chest rising and falling quickly, gasps and moans filling the room.
“Tell me what you want, sweet girl.”
Her eyes widen for a moment, she wasn’t expecting me to say that, and uncertainty clouds her eyes. She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth as she considers what I’ve asked of her.
I grip her hips, quickly flipping her onto her front and landing four quick slaps to her ass. They aren’t hard enough to hurt her, not really, but just enough to get her out of her head. That’s the thing about Emerson, she’s always stuck in her head. All day, every day, her mind is filled with all the things she should be doing, all the things she should have done, but I don’t want that. I want her mindless with pleasure. I’m a selfish motherfucker and I want her complete, undivided attention on me and what I’m giving her.
I flip her back and pry her legs apart, resting my hands on the crease of her leg and pussy, so close and yet so far from where we both want me to be. “When I ask you a question, I want you to answer me immediately, sweet girl. No thinking, just answering and obeying.” I bite into her, a small patch of unmarked skin so close to her pussy I get the slightest taste of her sweet honey. “Now, I’ll ask again, and this time, I expect an immediate response. Tell me what you want.” There’s no room for argument or confusion. She knows as well as I do that if she avoids the question again, she won’t like the consequences.
Emerson looks a little shellshocked, but with my mouth so close to her center, her eyes glaze over and her mouth opens to answer me. “I need you,” she whispers.
I chuckle. Perhaps I needed to be more direct with my question. “I know baby, and I’ll give you exactly what you need, but I want to hear the words.”
“I-I…” Emerson stammers, uncertainty flickering in her gaze for the briefest of moments. I’m ready to throw in the towel on making her tell me what she wants, needing her to be as sure in the moment as I am, but then something else appears in her eyes. Confidence. “I need you to taste me.” The words come out even and sure, and I can’t fight the groan that claws its way out of my throat.
