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I slip a second finger inside her. “Goddamn, you’re tight.” Sweat beads at my temple as I hold myself back. “There’s no way in fuck I could even get an inch of my cock inside you.”
“Ohhh!” she pants, her fingers digging into my legs so hard it hurts but I don’t care. She’s getting close. Her eyes struggle to remain focused on me. My cock throbs, rock hard against my thigh. I need a release so bad but I know it won’t happen with her… at least not tonight.
“I’m-I-I…” She’s going to come. Her body trembles; her pussy quivers, but just as I feel her release start to take over, I slide my fingers out of her, releasing her throat as well. I bring them to my mouth, licking them clean.
“Fuck me.” I reach down and adjust myself. “You taste sweeter than I imagined.”
She looks at me, confused.
“Oh, you didn’t think I was going to let you finish, did you?”
“What?” Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and her hands release from my thighs as she stares at me blankly.
“Now, Presley, you’ve been a very naughty girl. Did you think my punishments, my threats were that I was going to let you come?” I readjust my cuff, buttoning it. “Good girls get rewarded; bad girls get punished. So, I got what I wanted tonight. I got to taste your sweet, wet cunt and I got to teach you a lesson that if you push me, I will use you in whatever way I see fit, for my pleasure.” I reach out and run my thumb over her bottom lip. “Not yours.”
“Now,” I say, looking out the window at her building as Wes slows the car down. “Go inside and clean yourself up and think about if you want to be a good girl or not.”
Chapter 12
Presley
I exit the limo, looking back over my shoulder just once before I enter the building. I feel like I’m in a daze, my head floating far above my body as I take the two flights of stairs up to my apartment.
“Did that just happen?” I close my door and lean against it. I can’t stifle the giggle of disbelief that erupts from my chest, almost startling me. Butterflies dance through my belly as I feel warmth spread across my body.
I know I should feel shame, but I don’t—just pure unbridled lust and excitement. The kind of excitement I’ve never felt for a man. The kind of excitement that’s mixed with very real danger. When he asked me if I wanted him to go on, I wanted to say yes. I wanted to hear in detail every thought he’s had about me because nobody has ever said anything even half that dirty to me.
I reach into my coat pocket to grab my phone, opening the text thread between Serenity and me, but then I hesitate. While I want to tell her, as my best friend, I know she won’t approve. She’s already made it abundantly clear that Cyrus Gates has trouble written all over him… and she’s not wrong.
Even though we’re the same age, Serenity has always seen herself as my big sister. While she grew up in the city, I was the country bumpkin who has been attempting to navigate her way through life. I know it comes from a good place; she’s always so protective of me. And while she’s always encouraged me to get out there and experience life, whenever I would meet a guy at a party or start dating someone, she would often threaten them if they hurt me or tell me they weren’t worth my time or energy—which she was always so right again, it’s not like I can be upset with her for being protective.
I shrug off my coat, placing my phone on my studio kitchen counter. For now, I want to keep this naughty little secret all my own. I drift through my apartment listlessly, like a ship on the ocean, a smile on my face as my mind replays the way Cyrus touched me… the way his eyes burned into mine as his fingers toyed with me.
I touch my neck where his fingers gripped my throat. I’ve never had a man do that to me before. If that’s how he chose to punish me, I can’t imagine how delicious it must feel to be praised by him, to allow him to worship my body.
I’m lost in thought as I strip out of my dress, letting it fall to the floor before I make my way to my bathroom to draw a bath. It’s late already and I do have to work tomorrow, but I need to unwind, to sink beneath a lavender bubble bath and try to figure out where my head is right now. I glance over at my bedside table, debating on if I should allow myself the indulgence of finishing where he left off. Before I can second-guess it, I slide open the drawer and reach for my waterproof toy.
The amber glow of the candles I’ve lit bounce off the white subway tile walls of the shower. I reach down, running my hand through the warm water, the calming scent of lavender and vanilla reaching my nostrils. I remove my panties and dip my toe in the water, inching down slowly until I’m fully submerged.
The bubbles swirl around me as I wonder if he’s thinking about me right now. If he’s wishing he would have kissed me the way I was begging him to in my head. I could smell the whiskey on his breath and see it in his eyes, so part of me wonders if he’ll even remember this tomorrow.
“Think about if you want to be a good girl or not.”
His words echo through my head.
Does he want me to be a good girl?
He said that my punishment would be for his pleasure so clearly he enjoyed it, right?
Maybe I should ask him what being a good girl entails. Or maybe I should focus on what I want to do. I close my eyes and hold my breath, sinking beneath the water to escape my thoughts, but it doesn’t help. My thoughts keep drifting back to the way my body came alive under his touch, how close I was to coming before he slid his fingers out of me. I feel my pulse quicken at the image of him bringing his sticky fingers to his mouth and wrapping his lips around them. His eyes rolled back in his head as his tongue cleaned up every last drop. Grabbing my toy, I turn it on and slide it between my thighs, the buzz turning into a low hum beneath the water.
For the rest of the night, all through my bedtime routine, my head and my heart are in all-out war between what I want and what I should do.
I turn out my lights and double-check the lock on my front door before slipping between the cool sheets of my bed. I lie on my back, staring up at the ceiling, knowing what I’m going to choose… what I should choose.
I’m going to be a good girl.
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