Page 99

“Just remember, my greedy little witch, just because I’m a gentleman doesn’t mean I won’t spank you.”
Her eyes, which had fluttered shut, snap open and focus on me. Her pussy clenches around my fingers.
Yes, my good girl, my sometimes-bitchy preacher’s daughter, likes to be spanked.
I reach up and cup one of her breasts, tugging on the nipple, then pinching harder as I continue to fuck her with my fingers.
She grabs my wrist and holds me against her breast, lifting her hips closer to my hand. “Oh God,” she moans.
“Do you want me to let you come like this?” I ask her.
She quickly. “Yes, please.”
I withdraw my fingers. “Cian!”
Nowthatis a shout.
I chuckle. “Patience. Trust.”
She reaches for me, grabbing my wrist and trying to tug it back toward her pussy. “Comeon.”
“Oh, Glinda, that was the wrong thing to do.”
But actually, it was very much the right thing to do. I pull my hand away and lean toward the bedside table where I stashed a few fun items. I withdraw a long pink silk tie. And a matching blindfold.
“You don’t get to put my hands whereyouwant them. I put my hands whereIwant them. And yours.” I hold up the tie. “Hands up,” I command.
She’s breathing fast and again, pulls her lip between her bottom teeth. But she obediently lifts her arms over her head. She even grabs on to the swirling wrought iron pattern of the headboard.
I lean over her. “Good girl,” I praise as I loop the silk tie around her wrists, tying them together, then thread the tie through the headboard. I leave a little slack so that her arms are not completely stretched out. But she’s not getting out of these. Not without giving me a safe word.
“What do you say if you want to stop?” I ask.
“Pineapple.”
I lean over and kiss her. “Very good.” Then I reach for the blindfold. I bring it to her face and slip the elastic band over her head.
A shiver goes through her body, and I sweep both hands down her sides to her hips.
“Where was I?” I slide two fingers back into her, pumping deep. I play with her opposite nipple, tugging harder than before, and am rewarded with a squeeze of her pussy around my fingers.
I add a third finger then circle over her clit with my thumb.
“Jesus, Scarlett,” I say. “You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are like this. Taking everything I’m giving you, wanting more, and all fuckingmine.”
I feel her pussy begin tightening around my fingers again and I know she’s on the brink of an orgasm.
I pump three more times. But I don’t give her that final satisfaction. Yet.
I pull my fingers from her body and she cries out. This time it’s with true frustration “Cian,please!”
“Don’t you trust me?” I ask her.
“Please let me come. Please don’t punish me anymore.”
“This is punishment?” I ask, tugging on her nipple and brushing lightly over her clit.
She gasps and arches closer. “Teasing me is.”