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“Nooo!” she cried out, reaching down with her hand. If he wouldn’t finish her off, she was going to have to do it herself.
But he slapped her hand away. “Naughty girl. You’re not allowed to say no or to make yourself come without my permission.”
What the heck?
“That’s not a rule.”
“It is now. I’ll text it to you for your list.”
Honestly. He was impossible.
“Now, how do I punish you for saying the word, no. Hmm?” He let her legs slide off his shoulders but kept them far apart.
Slap!
His hand landed on her pussy and she cried out. It stung and yet that initial lash of pain was followed by such pleasure that she swore she came. Just a little.
“You don’t get to come, baby. I’m sorry.”
But that wasn’t fair. And he didn’t really sound sorry.
A sob broke free. “Please. I need to come.”
“I’m sure you do,” he said in a soft voice as he ran a finger lightly through her folds. “So wet. My poor baby. Too bad you don’t get to come until you agree to move in with me.”
“W-what?” she asked breathlessly.
He stood, then lifted her onto her feet. Only her legs gave way and he had to lift her up onto his hip. Embarrassment filled her as she realized that she was likely leaving a wet patch on the top he was wearing.
She wriggled. “Put me down.”
“No.” He carried her through the bedroom and into an attached bathroom.
Her mouth dropped open again. This bathroom was almost as opulent as his. Except it was white marble and had a single shower. The bath tub was clawfoot, and there were pale blue towels hanging on the towel rack.
“I need to get cleaned up.”
“That’s why I brought you in here.” He set her down in front of the vanity. “Hold on to the edge.” He grabbed a cloth and ran it through warm water.
“You can’t make it a rule that I can’t come until I move in,” she told him firmly.
That was going too far. Because she really, really needed to come. It was an ache. Her clit was throbbing and all she could think about was getting some release.
“Yes, I can,” he replied as he wet a cloth. “Spread your legs.”
“Reuben.”
“I prefer Daddy or Sir,” he told her. “Sir, at the office or in bed. Daddy, the rest of the time.”
Her stomach twisted.
Calling him Daddy made her feel so happy. Yet so scared at the same time.
“Spread your legs.” It was said firmly, and she found herself parting her legs.
To her shock, he reached between her legs with the warm cloth and placed it over her pussy. She let out a shocked cry, moving up onto her toes.
“Easy,” he said. “The cloth will help you calm down.”
