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She swallows, trying to turn her face away from my touch but not moving far enough to actually free herself. “It was just sex, to break the will, that’s all.”
“Did you enjoy it?” I ask, stroking my knuckle down her cheek until I can grip her chin between my thumb and forefinger.
“Carson.”
“Did you like the way it felt to have my tongue, my fingers, my cock inside you,” I purr seductively, lifting her chin up and forcing her to look right at me.
“I…”
“Did you enjoy giving up control to me and letting me use you. Did you like it when I made you come over and over?”
Her lips part but no words come out. She’s not Carrigan right now, she’s not caustic and antagonistic, she’s soft and pliant, she’s my Priss.
“If you want to leave, then go now, I won’t stop you. But if you stay I’m going to touch you. Pick, make a decision right now, you have a minute,” I say, dropping my hold on her and taking a step back, leaving her path to the door clear.
Silently I count down, keeping my gaze locked with hers, waiting for her to move. She shuffles on the spot, crossing and uncrossing her arms, but she doesn’t leave.
After what feels like a lifetime I move toward her again. “Time’s up Priss, if you’re staying then turn around, bend over, and hold on to the arm of the couch.”
I expect her to bolt for the door, it’s one thing to have the bravado to stay put when I’ve practically taunted her with the orgasms I gave her, but it’s another to cede control to me again, to do as I say when there’s no reason for this, other than want and need.
She wavers on the spot, her arms falling to her sides, then she slowly turns, moving the few steps to the couch, and bends.
I feel my eyes widen as the hem of her skirt lifts with her movement, not revealing her panties, but giving me the perfect view of the creamy skin on the back of her thighs. Her hands rest on the arm of the couch and she gasps, the sound barely audible, like she’s surprised herself.
“Perfect,” I whisper.
For a minute I just stare at her, thinking about all the things I want to do to her, with her. Stepping forward I reach her in two strides and slide my palm across her exposed skin. “I never appreciated this uniform until now. Seeing you bent over like this is making me see it in a whole new light. I’m enjoying the naughty little schoolgirl idea. I think you’ve been bad, don’t you Priss?” I taunt, stepping between her legs and forcing her to shuffle her feet further apart.
“Carson,” she snaps, impatiently.
“I asked you a question Priss. Do you think you’ve been bad?”
“No,” she spits, glaring up at me as she looks over her shoulder, her gaze imperious even in her submissive, vulnerable position.
Flipping her skirt up, I expose her pale pink satin panties, caressing them with my fingers before I step forward and grind my hard dick against her ass. “I think you’ve been a bitch Priss. I think since the moment you ran from me with nothing but a fuck you, you’ve been a bad girl. You’ve ignored me, you’ve ignored your sister and I’d lay money on the fact that you’ve been a bitch to everyone who’s spoken to you today.”
“Are you going to touch me, or is all this so you can tell me off?” she hisses angrily, but I can hear the lust in her voice even as she tries to hide it.
“Is that what you want? Do you want me to rip these panties off and then fuck you rough and hard? Do you want me to take you, like I hate you?” Bending my knees I grind against her again, feeling her push back into my dick.
“Are you wet for me?” I growl.
“Yes,” she rasps, the word sounding like it was torn from her throat.
Sliding my hand between us, I push her panties to the side and thrust one finger deep into her hot, wet cunt. “So fucking tight,” I growl, as I pump my finger in and out of her, adding a second finger and stretching her as she pushes back against me, riding my hand.
“Oh god,” she sighs, breathlessly.
“I want you to come on my fingers Priss, ride my hand and make yourself come,” I demand, pushing in deeper each time and adding a third finger so her cunt is full and her arousal is coating my hand.
Sliding my other palm around her stomach I find her clit, rubbing and circling as she bounces against my hand. “That’s it Priss, come for me.”
Her gasps and mewls have me hardening until my dick feels like an iron rod beneath my slacks and then she comes and a gush of liquid rushes down my hand, dripping to her panties and the floor beneath us, making my stomach clench with lust.
Her cunt is still clenching around my fingers when I pull them out of her, dragging her panties off her ass and down her legs and shoving them into my pocket once she’s lifted her legs free of them.
“I want to fuck you Priss,” I say, leaning over her and biting the back of her neck.
