Page 78 of Freefall

A small smile plays at the corners of her mouth. “Buttercup.”

“Good girl.” I glance over at the door. “You’re gonna be so quiet for me, aren't you?”

She nods.

“Are you sure? Or do I have to use these to gag you?”

“Use wh—” she starts, but I’m already ripping the red lacy fabric from her body. It doesn’t escape my attention that she wore sexy panties out to girls’ night. Was she expecting this when she got home? It doesn’t matter. I’m too far gone to care anymore.

“I’ll be quiet,” she says, her lids already drooping and her pupils blown wide.

“Good,” I snap the damp material in my hands. “Because I have another use for these.” Stretching it out into a line, I gather both her hands in one of mine and pin them above her head. I tie the panties around her wrists in a simple knot. Then I move my knee closer to the apex of her thighs and drag it lightly along her slit.

She lets out a little whimper, and my eyes snap to hers. “You want to get off on my thigh, Harper?”

She nods enthusiastically. I sit up a little so she can grind against me, and she does, moving along my thigh with shallow thrusts of her hips. The second she starts moaning, I pull away. “I told you to be quiet. That’s the only way you’re going to come tonight. Understand?”

Her eyes widen. She may have gotten herself off earlier while we were on the phone, but it wasn’t enough. She needs more. Which is exactly how I want her.

Begging.

Needy.

Drunk on me.

“I’ll be good,” she promises. She’s dropped the sir, which is fine. As much as I loved hearing it, we don’t need a word to show who’s in control. The obedience, however, seems to have stuck, a stark contrast to her usual brattiness. That’s the thing about Harper. Getting her to submit isn’t complicated. I just have to dangle pleasure, the one thing she wants most in front of her.

“Yet you couldn’t help yourself,” I say. “Maybe we need to try something else.”

I grip the back of my shirt, tugging it over my head before sinking to my knees. She sits up as high as she can with her wrists tied, her hazy eyes tracking my every move. Her pussy is glistening, pink and swollen and so ready for me. I lick a line up her clit, and she shudders, but doesn’t make a sound. Pride swells in my chest. She’s trying so hard to be good. I move down, swirling my tongue, teasing her opening with barely-there licks until she’s grinding down on me, chasing the friction. When I dip my tongue inside her, her hips buck off the mattress, and a soft moan escapes her lips.

“Uh-uh,” I tsk. “Shhhh.”

“Fuck,” she whines. “I’m trying.”

“Then I guess you’re going to have to try a little harder, huh?”

I sit back, and she whines at the loss of my mouth. “You can’t handle my thigh or my tongue. Let’s see if you can be quiet while I bury my cock inside you.”

Before she has a chance to respond, I grab a condom from my wallet and shove my jeans and underwear down, stepping out of them. Normally, I would fold them. Even the thought of clothes strewn on the floor is enough to make me break out in hives, but right now all I think about is Harper’s pussy, so fucking wet that it’s glistening in the dim light.

My cock is heavy as I take it in my hand, giving it a slow stroke to take the edge off. All this teasing and punishing Harper? I’ve been doing it to myself too. I came so hard against the shower wall the other night after I spanked her that I thought I might pass out.

Ripping the condom wrapper open with my teeth, I slide it down my dick, smearing the bit of precum that’s already formed. I drag the tip through her slickness, once again torturing myself, but it’s worth it to hear the needy little sound that falls from her lips. “You want this?” I ask her.

“God, yes, Nate. Just fuck me already.”

I shake my head. “You have to earn it, Dani.”

“Please,” she says, but it’s perfunctory, like she’s reading the line from a script.

I continue moving the tip, making little circles just below her clit. She whines, pushing her hips up a fraction of an inch, as if she thinks I won’t notice. I chuckle. “So desperate, baby. But you’re going to have to do better than that if you want my cock.”

If she realizes I let that baby slip, she doesn’t show it. She just keeps moving her hips, attempting to get me where she wants. “Please, Nate. I need you.”

I feel a trickle against the head of my cock. “God, I could come from your desperation alone. I should do it. Make you watch while I bust all over this pretty pussy, so empty, knowing you won’t get to feel me. Is that what you want, Harper?”

“No,” she pants.