That smile, those words… she knows what she’s doing to me. She looks innocent. She was
innocent until I touched her. But right now, she is anything but.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” I ask her.
Her pupils dilate and she responds to my harsh words. Her hand moving faster. Her chest rising
further as her nipples tug at the thin fabric of her shirt.
“I meant to wait for you, but you took forever.”
“You know this is wrong, Chloe,” I try to reason with her again. Or maybe it’s me I’m trying to
remind. I haven’t a clue anymore.
“But you like it so much,” she argues. “You liked it last night.”
I don’t reply because we both know it’s true.
“I think you like the idea of controlling me,” she whispers.
All of the blood in my body heads south. And I’m surprised by her candor. The way she reads me
so well. She is young, but she isn’t naïve.
That’s what I tell myself before the next words fall from my mouth.
“Get down on your knees.”
She responds. Without protest. And when I step in front of her, her eyes move to the straining cock
inside of my trousers. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and I grab hold of her pony tail.
“This is Rellek,” she whispers as she looks up at me with those sinful blue eyes.
“What?”
“I always knew you had two sides to you,” she answers. “Rellek and Mr. Vaughn.”
Her insight irritates me. So I unzip my trousers and put her mouth to better use by shoving my cock
inside.
It’s wet and hot and perfect, the sound of her choking on it when I hit the back of her throat.
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask her.
She nods and mumbles around me.
And when I look down at her, legs parted, delicate hands on her thighs… I almost blow my load at
the sight of her like this.
I grab hold of her face and use her. Use her mouth. Testing her. Fucking her like a toy. Hoping that
maybe she will tell me to stop. Maybe she will save us both from spinning out of control. But she
doesn’t. She eats it up. Soaks in everything I have to give to her and begs me for more.