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“Okay.” Her big eyes stare at me like she’s hanging on every word I’m saying. The innocent look in her eyes right now is what always does me in, like she’s just waiting for me to do whatever I want to her.
“If you knew the thoughts I have when I look at you.” My words trail off as I lean back in to plant a whisper of a kiss against her lips.
“Like what?”
I chuckle. “Like every time I look at your ass”—I lean in and kiss her again—“touch it”—another kiss—“spank it”—and another. “I picture biting it, licking it, bruising it, coming on it—fucking it.”
Her eyes grow wide. “Won’t that hurt?”
“Mm-hmm. Probably, but the pain would give way to pleasure. It’s not an on a whim type of thing—don’t worry—it’s something you work up to. Does that excite you, Presley?”
Her eyes dart away from mine, her teeth gnawing that bottom lip again. I reach up and place my hand around her neck, my thumb coming to rest beneath her chin.
“Look at me.” She obeys. “I know that excites you.” I lean into her, gently running my tongue up her neck as she releases a slight gasp. “I know that if I slipped my fingers into your panties right now, you’d be soaked. All I have to do is”—I bring my lips to her ear—“whisper something naughty in your ear, flick your earlobe with my tongue”—I bite down on her earlobe softly—“and your pussy will throb for me.”
Her hands grip my biceps, her nails digging into my flesh through my shirt. I pull back to watch her; her eyes are closed, her cheeks flush.
“Look at me, sweetheart.” Her eyes flutter open. “I will gladly give you every single fantasy you have and some you don’t even realize yet. I’ll indulge every kinky idea you want to explore, but there are some rules we need to follow. I’m the only person you derive pleasure from. I’m in complete control of your pleasure too, so that means no toys, no fingers… unless I give you permission. Also, this stays between us and only us, not even Serenity. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she says quickly.
“One other request.” I slide my hand up her thigh, beneath her skirt. “I don’t want you to hold back with me. I want you to be the filthiest”—I pull her panties to the side as I begin to tease her—“little slut you want to be with me. There’s zero judgment.” Her lips part, her thighs falling open a little wider as I begin to leisurely pump a finger in and out of her. “Can you do that for daddy?”
“Ye—ye,” her voice hitches, unable to even finish the words.
“Good girl.” I continue to pleasure her, crooking my finger inside her. “You look like you want to come?”
“Please.” She’s panting, begging.
“Are you sure you want to be a bad girl, Presley? Are you sure you can handle being my little toy, fulfilling all my fantasies?” I continue my pace, slow enough that I know she needs more, fast enough I’m keeping her just on edge. “I won’t go easy on you, baby. If I want to fuck you ten times a day, I’m going to. Do you understand me? If I want you crawling around my office on your hands and knees with a collar on, you will. I will use you for my pleasure.”
“Yes, yes,” she groans, “please.” She begs again for release.
“Kiss me.” I place my thumb against her clit as she throws her arms around my neck. Her kiss is heated, hungry. I feel her tighten around me, and her thighs begin to shake as she breaks the kiss, coming on my fingers.
“Kissing you”—I pull my finger from her, bringing it to my mouth to lick—“makes me want to fuck you.” My cock strains so hard against my pants as I savor her.
I know I’m fully operating on lust right now, but I can’t wait. I reach down, unzipping my pants and pulling my cock free. I reach beneath her skirt, pushing her panties to the side and lining the head of my cock up at her entrance.
“Lean back on your hands.”
I’m right there, the tip slowly starting to disappear into her wet, hot heat when there’s a loud knock on my office door.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” I groan.
“Cyrus, I need a minute, please.” Of course it’s Nelson.
I squeeze my eyes shut for a second before looking up to see a startled Presley. She sits up, attempting to slide off my desk, but I grab her hips to still her.
“Don’t,” I say before turning to look over my shoulder toward the door, then back at her. I contemplate just ignoring him and taking her on my desk, but the reality is, I want to savor her the first time. I want to take my time getting her ready. I reach beneath her skirt, grabbing her panties and sliding them down her thighs before balling them up and shoving them in my pocket. I help her down and we both silently right ourselves.
“Do I look okay?” she whispers and it makes me smile.
“You look fucking delicious.” I reach out and grab her, shoving my hand into her hair as I take her mouth a little more forcefully than I intended. “Sorry,” I pant, stepping back as my cock reminds me to cut it out.
“I mean, do I look like I was just?—”
“Like you just came on my desk? I mean, a little. I’m sorry, baby, but you definitely look pleased.”
