Page 17 of Not Your Romeo
“I didn’t notice how long those legs were until you stretched out.” I stroked them, giving her ass a squeeze when I brought my hand back up her body. She squirmed a little, her thighs trembling at times.
Once the bottle was empty, I set it on the table, took her upper arm, and guided her more soundly over my lap. Her hip lodged against my cock when she settled, and I noticed a bit of tension taking her legs.
I started with her back, rubbing it in long paths and heavy circles as I massaged a while. Once she relaxed again, I turned my attention to the front, cupping and kneading her breasts from the sides. Her weight finally relaxed over my lap, and I slid my hand down her side and gripped one ass cheek.
“You really think I’d punish you for cursing out a man who put you out of my company and your own car?” I asked, when she abruptly clenched her ass cheek beneath my palm.
I gripped at her tight muscle and forced it to relax with a deep-tissue technique that left her gasping and arching her hips against me.
“Is it wrong that I want you to?” she quietly squeaked.
I couldn’t help but laugh, “Oh, I know you do.”
I slid my hand down her crack and grabbed her pussy from the back, causing her to buck and gasp. Her hips finally stopped dancing when I began to tease my fingers along her seam and clit.
I tapped her thigh and she absently spread, “We call this the glistening snitch, it’ll betray you every time.”
Her legs wildly scissored, and I heard a muffled, “Oh my God,” as her upper body flailed.
“Don’t deny me access to that. I told you, you’re mine.”
I grabbed the back of her thigh, and she hesitantly settled and stopped twitching and kicking.
“There’s my obedient girl,” I soothed, running a hand down her lower back.
She flushed clean to her toes and modestly started to inch her thighs back together. I swatted her ass and she screeched, sending her legs scissoring all over again.
“Zig,” she blurted out.
“I can’t see it,” I patiently complained, though her using my chosen name rather than my government name did make me smile a bit.
It might have been the first time she’d tried it out.
“What did I say?” I quietly reminded her.
“Spread,” she whispered.
“Mhm.” I rubbed her pretty ass, giving it a squeeze of admiration while she slowly spread herself for me again. “There you are.”
I ran my knuckle along her pink slit and batted at her clit while she sucked in a bottomless breath that caught a half dozen times before she exhaled. Her legs shook as I trailed tight circles around that swollen nub, her pussy liquor spreading down my fingers and palm as that thing became wetter with every restrained whimper and throaty moan. Her whole body was twitching, and those sounds were becoming strangled as she buried her face in the cushion and arched her lower half up for more.
“You sure you want me to do what Henny suggested?” I teased.
“Ziggy please,” she cried into the cushion, the sound muffled but the need evident.
“I will,” I backed my fingers off her clit, and she started to roll and buck in search of them. “You just have to agree to my terms first.
“I do. I will,” she huffed, trying to come up and plead her case.
I slapped her ass, more firmly than I ever had and she landed back across my lap.
“I haven’t said any terms yet. Once I start, I decide when and what is enough. You don’t get to say when the lesson is learned.”
She groaned, burying her face in the cushion and rolling her hips in the air, “That’s so fuckin’ hot. Just do it.”
I knew she was just spewing whatever she had to, in order to get her itch scratched, but it was still concerning. I slap-grabbed her thigh, holding her leg in place while she flailed and screamed. I leaned into her, forcing her back down with my body, until my lips were parked near her ear.
“Don’t ever be that fuckin’ stupid.” I squeezed the area I just smacked. “You ask for a safe word. Every. Time.”
