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Caught the bastard on camera, near Edgar Allan Joe’s. Monroes have already been notified. Will keep you updated.
He’d have to check in with James and Bryant later, maybe after MaryAnn had gone to bed. In the meantime, he had a Little girl waiting on hot chocolate and the opportunity to clean his clock with whatever game she’d chosen this time.
Shoving the phone back in his pocket, he warmed up their drinks and placed everything on the tray to carry out to the living room.
He was just around the corner when a low, needy whine met his ears. It was a sound he’d heard plenty the night before, and he grinned as he backtracked to the dining room to place the tray down. Slowly, he crept back toward the living room and peeked around the wall to see what she was up to, careful to be as quiet as possible.
Stretched out on the couch, back bowed, one hand above her head gripping the armrest, she had the other shoved down the front of her leggings, her fingers furiously working her toward an orgasm.
Naughty, naughty girl.They hadn’t specifically talked about rules around her pleasuring herself, but apparently it was a discussion they needed to have.
Stepping into the living room, he crossed his arms and looked down at her. With her eyes closed in what appeared to be almost rapturous bliss, she obviously hadn’t noticed him yet. “Well, well, what do we have here?”
The hand in her leggings stilled, but her eyes stayed squeezed shut. “Oh, no,” she whispered, the words filled with such woe he had to swallow a laugh.
“‘Whatcha doin’, babygirl?”
“Nothing. I’m not even here. You can’t see me.”
“I absolutely can see you.”
“Nuh uh.”
“Hmmm. Well, if I can’t see you, then I suppose I can’t do this.” Shoving the coffee table out of the way, he knelt in front of the couch. When she still didn’t move or open her eyes, he shook his head and reached for the waistband of her leggings.
He had to admit he was impressed when she still didn’t move, even as he peeled the skin-tight material down her thighs, exposing her pretty blue panties. They were simple cotton, just blue, no flowery designs. But the sight had his mouth watering all the same.
“If you want to come at all today, little girl, you’re going to have to show me how you touch yourself when nobody else is around.”
That got her attention, enough to elicit a shocked gasp from her. But she still lay there, unmoving as he tugged her panties down to her knees.
“Clock is ticking, babygirl. You either get yourself off, or you can take my cock down your throat and spend the rest of the day with a soaked, needy little pussy until I decide you’ve learned your lesson.”
Embarrassed color flooded her face, turning her cheeks and neck a deep red, and he couldn’t help but wonder if the blush extended all the way down. “I-I don’t know if I can.”
“You didn’t have any problem touching yourself when you thought I couldn’t see you. Just keep doing that.”
“Are you mad?” The question was so soft, so sad, he couldn’t bring himself to continue scolding her.
“No, baby. I’m not mad. In fact, I’m looking forward to the show.”
“Oh. Okay. Umm…”
“Here, let me help.” Reaching up, he placed his hand over hers, pressing gently so that her fingertips pressed against her clit. With a quiet gasp, she arched up again, and her fingers slowly began moving under his.
“Good girl. I’m going to move my hand, but I want you to keep going, okay?”
“Uh huh.”
Grinning, he pulled his hand away, his gaze fixed on her arousal coated fingers as she stroked herself with slow, almost hesitant movements.
“You’re doing such a good job, baby. Take your other hand and spread yourself for me so I can see all of you.”
“Oh, god,” she moaned, the color in her cheeks darkening even further. But despite her obvious embarrassment at the situation, she did as she was told, sliding her free hand between her legs and using two fingers to spread her soaked pussy lips open to his gaze.
“That’s my good girl. Press a little harder on your clit, baby. I want to watch you come apart.”
