Page 50 of Arranged Addiction

“Did I say you were allowed to want me this badly?” He stares into my eyes, gripping my throat, fingers slowly moving up and down my slit.

“Ah… no… you didn’t.”

“I didn’t…sir.”

“Sir!”

He releases my throat and pulls his arm out from under my shirt. He grabs my hair instead, pulling it tightly.

“Maybe you aren’t as obedient as I thought.”

“I am… I’m trying…”

“Not hard enough.”

He turns me around roughly. I moan as I’m pinned face-first to the glass. He yanks my shorts and panties off, exposing me to him. I whimper, excited and afraid, my heart hammering in my chest as he grabs my hair again. I’m pulled back until my hands are touching the glass and my legs are spread.

His wrist flicks and his palm comes down on my ass. My eyes go wide as a sting of pain rips across my skin. I flinch, but his grip on my hair doesn’t release. Instead, he spanks me again.

“Sir!” I gasp in shock. “Oh, god!”

“That’s right. That’s better. Now, are you allowed to be wet right now, you dirty little slut?”

“N-no, I don’t think so…”

He lets out a soft, sensual laugh. “Good girl. So much better. Do you want permission, baby?”

“Please!”

“And what else do you want?”

“Your… your fingers? On my…” I bite my lip, feeling self-conscious.

“Say it, baby.” His grip in my hair tightens.

“On my… you know…”

He spanks me roughly. I gasp in surprise.

“I don’t know. Say it, Casey.”

“On my pussy! Your fingers on my pussy!”

He growls as he gives me what I want. His fingers stroke up and down my soaking wet folds, rolling around my clit, before slidingone deep inside. I arch my back and moan as bliss rams straight into my brain.

“That’s a good girl. See, I knew you could handle it. I’m hard but I’m fair, Casey. And look at you, aching for my touch, trembling for it. Have you been thinking about me alone in that room?”

“Yes,” I admit, mortified, but it’s true.

“How often?”

“Every night. Sir.”

“Every night?” He tuts and I can see that he’s grinning in the reflection in the glass. “What a filthy fucking girl.”

“No!”

He pulls his fingers back and spanks me twice. I gasp, wriggling, and this time he drops to his knees behind me and pulls me against his mouth. His hands grip my hips as his tongue flits across my soaking, aching core, licking me up and down, piercing inside and back to my clit again. It feels so good I nearly break right then and there. I’m on my toes, my fingers pressed to the glass, every muscle in my body tense with bliss and ready to explode.