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Clenching my jaw, I push my dick back into my boxers and rebutton my slacks. Reluctantly stepping backward, I give her enough room to move, even though it’s the last thing I want to do. If I had a choice, I’d keep her just like she is, spread wide, dripping with my cum, and waiting for round two.
My cell rings, and the shrill sound shatters the bubble of seclusion we’ve shared since I locked the door behind us. Rejecting the call without even glancing at the screen, my eyes stay fixed between her legs at the beads of white cum that I can see slowly slipping out of her wet, swollen cunt.
“Are you okay?” I ask, moving to the side and offering her a hand.
“I’m fine,” she whispers, her voice rough as she braces her hands against the couch and slowly pushes herself upright. Her legs tremble as she pushes her weight onto them, so I curl my arm around her waist and steady her. “I’m fine,” she says again, pushing at my hand in an effort to get me to release her.
“Princess,” I warn, sliding my hand from her waist and moving to stand in front of her.
“I need my panties. Do you know where they are?” she asks, a hint of panic lacing her tone as she pointedly avoids looking at me by scanning the floor.
“They’re in my pocket,” I confess, unashamedly.
Her head snaps up, and she looks at me with a mixture of annoyance and heat. Shoving her hand out, she wiggles it at me expectantly. “Can I have them?”
“No.”
“What?” she gasps. “Give me my panties.”
“No,” I say, my lips twitching into a smirk at her shocked expression. I don’t know why she’s surprised, I stole her panties the first time I fucked her too.
“Hawthorn, give them to me,” she says with a little more huff, like she’s seconds away from stamping her foot like a petulant child.
“No, I’m keeping them,” I tell her, pulling them from my pocket and lifting them to my nose. “I can smell how much you want me on them, fucking delicious,” I taunt.
“I can’t spend the rest of the day with no panties on, I’m wearing a skirt,” she cries, a hint of that all-too-familiar bitchiness in her voice.
I don’t like it. I want my Princess, not the uppity bitch who thinks she’s better than everyone else. Until the other day, I had no idea that the softer, sweeter Penelope existed, but now that I do, I won’t tolerate her acting like I’m her subordinate.
Closing the distance between us, I catch her chin between my finger and thumb and squeeze until I’m satisfied all of her attention is on me. “These panties belong to me. I’m keeping them, and you can spend the rest of the day naked beneath this teasing, fucking skirt. Call it punishment for ignoring me last night and being a bitch to your sister.”
“So, us having sex was you punishing me?” she asks incredulously.
“Did it feel like I was punishing you?” I drawl, relaxing my grip on her and stroking my thumb over her skin.
“N- no,” she stutters.
“Me fucking you and owning you is never a punishment. You bending over the couch and putting yourself on display for me was you apologizing for running out on me after thanking me for the help,” I drawl. “Your punishment is spending the rest of the day bare, with my cum drying on your cunt, smelling like sex, and not being allowed to come again until I let you. Every time you move, every time you breathe in, you’ll be reminded of how it felt when I was pounding into your soaked cunt. The rest of the day will be a constant fucking tease, and by the time school is over, I bet you’ll be sitting in a fucking puddle and begging me to make you come.”
Her gasp is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I wait for her to speak, to tell me to go fuck myself, or to insist that her body is her own and I can’t tell her not to touch herself. But instead, her eyes stay wide, her lips parted, but no words break free.
Leaning down, I press a row of kisses along her jaw. “Later, when you get back to your hotel, when your cunt is a sopping desperate mess, you can either make a video of you playing with yourself and send it to me, or you can send me your room number and the address of the hotel you’re staying at, and I’ll come over and finger fuck you till you scream out my name.”
Lifting her chin, I run my thumb over her full lower lip, pulling it down until she gently parts her lips. Dipping my thumb into her mouth, I rub the tip against her tongue, then slide it in further, pressing down on her tongue until she complies with my unspoken command and closes her lips around it and sucks.
“Maybe if you show me how well you can follow my orders, I’ll put you on your knees and feed you my dick,” I rasp, pushing my thumb in a little deeper, then dragging it out of her mouth.
Her lips pop when I pull my thumb free, but she doesn’t move, her gaze locked with mine as she waits for me to do or say something. Right now, my Princess is hanging on my every word, and the feeling is heady and addicting.
Exhaling a shaky breath, I take a step back, hating every inch of space I put between us. Without saying another word, I turn away from her, unlock the door, and pull the key free. Opening it an inch, I check if the corridor is empty, then push the door open and gesture for her to step out. Closing and locking the door behind us, I slip the key into my pocket, hating that even though she’s only a few steps away, it feels like miles.
Her back is to me, and I can see the wall she’s putting up between us just from her body language.
“Stop,” I growl, when her foot lifts like she intends to walk away.
Her foot falls back to the floor, but she doesn’t turn to face me, and her tiny act of rebellion makes a smile spread across my lips. I love being in control of her. I love owning her body and pleasure. But now that I know just how broken my Princess is, I’m proud of every moment she proves just how strong she is. She might enjoy being compliant, but that doesn’t make her weak. When she allows me to be in charge of her and her body, she’s giving me that privilege, not just letting me take it.
Moving behind her, I press my body into hers, not wrapping my arm around her waist even though I want to. “Talk to you later, Princess,” I whisper, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss against the nape of her neck.
