I take a deep breath and monitor her with sterility as she slides it to her clit and turns it on.
“Do you like me watching you?” I ask.
“Do you like watching me?”
“Not particularly,” I lie.
“You’re such an asshole.”
“I can’t wait to take yours. Hard. Rough. If you’re good, I’ll use lube, but baby girl… If you don’t mind me? I’ll rip it apart and relish your wailing cries as I do.”
She bucks against her toy and whimpers.Got her.
“Now you’re here, slut. My collar around your neck.Obeying every filthy command I give you. How does it feel to lose so badly, Miss Donovan?”
“G-G-Great…” she pants, out of breath.
“Mm, an absolute dirty whore like you probablylovedsucking me in front of that entire room of horny guys, didn’t you? Letting me show off that sopping cunt like a prized pet at a show. So full of spite, but for me? No… You kneel. Like an obedient, mindless bimbo.Mybimbo.”
She grunts in reply.
“Stick your tits out.”
Hips lifting, body arching…she growls. “I need more.”
“No.”
Her eyes flash to mine. “Aiden!”
With that, I stand and whip off my belt, and before she can move, I slap the leather across her open legs, hitting her pussy. She squeals and sits up. I hook a finger under her collar and pull her close until our lips graze. “What was that?”
“L-Lord…”
With a shove, I let her fall back onto her pillows, then resume my position in the chair with the belt folded in my hands this time. I snap it together. The crack of the leather silences her heavy breaths. “Start again.”
As if she finally gets that this isn’t a game, she settles back into position and strokes the bullet over her clit. The lamplight glistens off her wetness, and I cansmellher pussy from here. I lean forward while slyly readjusting myself in my jeans. But she notices. Of course she does.
And her smug smile returns.
“I don’t have all day. Need to get to my classes and then training. So hurry up and try to get yourself off.”
“I told you, I needmorethan this…” she says without an edge to her voice.
“That’s whattrainingis for.” Frustrated with my own body’s longing for hers, I stand and unzip, letting the fabric flailopen. Then I dig out my cock and stroke it while standing between her thighs. “This what you want?”
She doesn’t want to answer. Holding it in with a bite of her lip. Finally, she swallows and murmurs, “Yes.”
“You miss it being inside you?”
Back arching, she shoves her little tits up to the ceiling. “Yes…”
“The full thing, huh? All this big girth filling you up in ways you never thought you could be? Throbbing inside you?”
“Stop, please…”
I seize her chin and climb over her like I’m claiming territory. My cock slots near her entrance. “This what you need, baby?”
“Please… Please, lord, give it to me.”