“Hey!” I cry.
“Merit your twenty thousand and you can buy yourself a new shirt,” he says in between biting my bottom lip.
I had forgotten about the money. “How do I earn it?”
He brushes his knuckles along the curve of my breast above my bra cup. “Make it through...without using your safety word.”
Don’t do it, Virginia. It’s a trap.
“Without my safety word,” I echo. “At all? Under any circumstance?”
His gaze hardens with desire. “I told you not to trust me.”
He pulls down my bra cup and his mouth latches on to a nipple. It’s not fair. He works me up so that I’d do just about anything while exonerating himself because he warned me about him.
God Almighty.
The more he sucks and licks my nipple, the more my better judgment fights a losing battle. I slide my fingers through his thick hair and moan at the pressure on my nipple, at how it seems to send signals to my pussy, causing the wetness to flow.
“Be careful what you choose,” he says before pushing my bra over my breasts and switching to my other nipple. He cups my crotch with one hand.
It doesn’t even feel like a choice anymore. His rubbing penetrates through my jeans to my clit. He nibbles more aggressively on my nipple. I’m officially a hot mess.
He yanks my shirt off, undoes my jeans, and pulls it along with my underwear down my hips, creating enough room for him to slip a hand beneath my crotch and caress my folds and find my clit.
Yum.
I purr at his fondling. It’s so good, I want to come right now. Make me come, Tony.
I stop caressing him because all I can think about is the craving between my legs.
“You want to come, Virginia?”
I practically pant like a dog awaiting its treat. “Yes, Sir.”
“Then beg.”
“Please make me come. Please, Sir. I would do anything.”
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
“How about I spank you?”
“Spank me, Sir.”
“Flog you?”
“Flog me, Sir.”
His fingers have me in a frenzy. I grip his shoulders and remain still as if my life depended on it because the slightest movement might ruin his perfect strokes, his perfect application of pressure, his perfect positioning.
“How about I fuck you?”
“Yes, oh, yes, Sir!”
“Hard?”