Her cheeks flushed, legs coming up to wrap around my waist. Her bare pussy slid across my abs below the water. If we’d been on dry land, she would have drenched me with slick.
“Now you know,” she murmured, leaning forward to rest her forehead against mine.
“I do,” I agreed. “Looks like we can head back to the Residence now. My curiosity is sated.”
“Mine isn’t.” She crashed our lips together in a frantic kiss.
I let her lead for a moment, relishing the desperation in the way she touched me. My omega wanted me more than anything else right now, and I would draw this out into a delicious torture for her.
Grabbing her hips, I broke the kiss by hauling her up and out of the water, seating her on the edge of the pool. Her legs spreadaround my head, and she immediately reached a hand down to wind through my hair. Her glistening wet pussy was inches away from my tongue, but she’d been too much of a brat to deserve that yet.
“Go lay on that lounge chair for me,” I commanded. “On your stomach.”
She bit her lip, trying to pull my mouth closer to her core. “But…”
“You coerced me into this, little omega. We’re doing it my way.”
Talia pouted but pushed herself up to stand. I treaded water by the edge of the pool, practically salivating at this view of her while trying not to show how desperate I was. Her wet bare feet padded to the lounge chair, and she sat on the edge.
She looked back at me, but didn’t lay down.
“Did you not hear me?” I asked. “Lay down on your stomach.”
Silently, she shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest. I glanced down at her cleavage, licking my lips, then back up to her face.
“Not done being a brat, are you?”
There was a little smirk quirking her lips. She was testing out my limits, trying to figure out how far she could push. I liked it. A lot.
I pulled myself out of the pool. As I stalked over to her, I undid my belt and pulled it from the loops. Her eyes widened when I folded it in half and smacked it against the palm of my hand.
“On your stomach. Now.” With the husky order, I gave her one last chance to comply.
Her sweet scent wafted through the air toward me, no longer obscured by the blockers. Before I could reach her, she’d moved onto the lounge, laying how I wanted her.
Perfect. Her punishment wouldn’t have to be the harshest I could dole out. She’d listened in the end.
“Good girl.” I smacked her ass with the belt as I approached.
I wanted to wrap it around her wrists and bind her arms behind her back, but that was too risky with the possibility of us having to run at any moment. Another time.
“Hold your hands together behind your back, and keep them there,” I ordered. “If you move them, you might not like how this little escapade ends.”
She brought her arms behind her back, clasping her hands together. “How would it end?”
“With me putting your clothes back on you while your pussy is still dripping wet and completely unsatisfied.”
Would it kill me to not sink my cock into her tight cunt after all the teasing she’d put me through?
Absolutely.
But I wasn’t a soft dom who would always give in to what she wanted. There were consequences if she pushed me too far, and now I’d warned her of them in advance. It was up to her to decide if she would listen.
Undoing the button and zipper of my jeans, I started working the wet fabric down my legs. Talia watched intently, her lips parting on a soft gasp when I freed my cock. I was beyond rock hard already, precum dripping from my tip.
My remaining clothes eventually landed in a sopping wet pile on the pool deck, leaving us both completely naked.
In someone else’s pool building.
