“I’m not lying.” I might believe her if not for the skip of her heart and the way her tongue darts between her lips.
I kick her feet apart and slide my hand up the inside of her thigh. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as I stop inches from her core. She sucks in a breath when I breach the edge of the lace covering her hot cunt. “Wanna try that again?” I tease. “Gotta warn ya, darlin’, lying is a real trigger for me. Now, tell me, are you wet right now?”
When she shakes her head in denial, I slide my hand from her throat to her jaw. I grip it tightly until her lips part enough for me to slip my thumb into her mouth. I slide a finger through her wet folds, watching as her eyes roll back into her head. “Don’t you know bad girls get punished? But I think that’s what my little canary wants, isn’t it?” I smirk when her pussy clenches around my fingers and her pupils blow wide. “I just wonder if you’re gonna like what I do to this lying little mouth.”
I step away from her with a grin, sucking her flavor from my fingers. “Get on your knees,cher,” I order.
Heat rises to her cheeks as she bites her lip. Her eyes dart to the door,then back to me. She opens her mouth to say something, then snaps it closed.
She has no idea how much of an open book she is. From her expression to her body language, I can read her as easily as the pages in mymaw maw’shymn books. She was turned on as hell at the thought of me commanding her, at my use of force. She loved it when my hands were around her throat, her life essentially in my hands but knowing I wouldn’t hurt her. And the idea of getting caught on her knees excites her.
But people are trained to think something is wrong with that. That you shouldn’t want to see people fuck or have people watch you. That being aggressive, dominant, submissive, enjoying pain are all shameful and deviant.
So I don’t miss her hesitation.
I raise a brow at her. “I’m waiting, canary. I won’t say it again. Or maybe you want me to make you.”
She lowers herself to her knees. Her lashes flutter as she looks up at me. I stifle a groan as I watch her throat bob with a nervous swallow.
“Pull my dick out.”
Her eyes dart to the door again for a split second before she pulls my shorts down far enough to let my throbbing cock spring free. She licks her lips when she reaches for me. Nervous or not, she wants me,which is why those golden eyes fill with confusion when I bat her hands away.
“Hands behind your back,” I tell her, my voice dropping an octave from my own desire. “Keep them there. Understand?” Her head bobs in acknowledgment, but that’s not what I want. “Do. You. Understand?”
“Yes,” she says softly with her eyes still on my cock, making it twitch with anticipation.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I understand. Keep my hands behind my back.”
“Good girl,” I grip her hair tightly in my fist, jerking her head back. “Now open wide,cher, and take your punishment.”
I slide my cock through her parted lips, forcing her to take all of me. Using my free hand, I rub the head against the roof of her mouth with a groan. I thrust again to the back of her mouth, staying there for just a moment, enjoying the way it contracts around me. “Use your teeth,” I growl. When her teeth graze my aching flesh, I begin to fuck her mouth in earnest. My grip on her hair tightens as I pound into her throat. The feeling of her gagging around me and the tear that runs down her face spurs me on more. I watch as her hands begins to creep back in front of her. I know what she wants, but that’s not punishment.
“Hands, canary,” I bark.
She whimpers but puts them back behind her. A few more thrusts,and I release a euphoric roar as I spill down her throat. I hold myself there as my cock pulses in her mouth. She swallows around me, taking every drop.
I pull away, tucking myself back into my pants before dropping to eye level with her. “You did good,cher. If you’re a good girl, I might let you come later tonight.”
“Or I can do it myself,” she says with a she-devil grin.
I grip her face, planting my mouth on hers. I kiss her mouth nearly as hard as I fucked it before I release her, leaving her panting. “If you touch your pussy, next time it won’t be your mouth I fuck.”
Her mouth falls open, but once again,her pupils blow wide. I chuckle, knowing she’s curious. “Don’t worry, darlin’. We’ll get there. Just don’t give me a reason to do it before you’re ready.”
I stand up, bringing her with me. We walk to the door when she stops me. “You made me forget,” she says, placing her hands on my chest.
“Forget what?”
“I came to make sure you were okay. Verity told me you guys are supposed to go to Bastian’s dad’s tonight.” She places one of her tiny hands on my cheek.
I grit my teeth. For a moment, I’d forgotten all about that. “No. I’m not okay, but big brother, as usual, thinks he’s in charge.”
“I wish I could help.”
My eyes close as I lean into her hand, finding comfort I have no business seeking. “Come with us,” I say before I can stop the words. I don’t know where this comes from. This need to have her there, but I know that’s exactly what it is. A need.
