“Oh, you can. You will.” He leaned in, suckled on her nipple and played with her clit until she was so close, she could taste it. Until it pounded through her. Sweetness broke out in her mouth. She knew it was going to be good. So much better than anything she’d given herself.
Then he drew back. “Or if I’m on the phone with you. Yeah, that could work. If I can’t be here to give you pleasure, I can direct you over the phone. Like that too.”
Fucking hell. He was going to kill her.
He lightly pinched her clit and she jumped. “Hear me, Daisy-girl?” His voice was strict.
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“That’s my good girl. Now, my baby needs her sleep. Which means she needs to come for me. Nice and loud. Give it to me, baby girl.”
He moved his finger faster, harder and she peaked. She threw her head back as her body shook with the force of the orgasm that hit her. It started slow and soft then it slammed into her, washing her away and she drifted.
From a distance she felt him shift. Felt his lips brush hers. Then her legs were spread even further and something warm and slightly rough applied to her lower lips. That’s when she came back. She sat up, reaching for the washcloth, he was using to clean her up.
He sent her a look. “Where are your hands supposed to be, little girl?”
Oh. Crap. She moved them back.
“Your tally sure is getting large. Might have to spread it out so you can still sit to work. Or get you one of those standing desks. Yeah, that might be a better idea.”
He stood, returned the wash cloth to the bathroom. No throwing it on the floor for Jed. She lay there until he walked back. Guilt filled her. She should do something for him. This felt one-sided. He sat and picked up the nightie he’d dropped.
“Sit up, baby girl. Let’s get you ready for bed.”
“Um, isn’t there something you’d like me to do for you?” she asked shyly. She had zero experience with giving a blow job, but she was willing to learn. Very willing.
“Not right now, sugar. Although I appreciate the offer. But I want my first time with you in your pussy and I got to work you up to taking my cock.”
Probably more than he even realized. She pushed that thought back. That was for another day. She yawned as he pulled her nightie on then picked her up and stood her by the bed.
“You need to go potty, sugar?”
She stared at him in horror. Did he just ask her that?
“What?”
“Do you need to go potty?”
“I. . .ah. . .”
He gave her a knowing look. “Take it that’s a yes. Come on.”
“Well. . .this is more than a little embarrassing.”
He stopped at the door to the bathroom and drew her close. “Sugar, ain’t nothing that you and I can’t talk about. No need to be embarrassed. I’ll even let you go by yourself. This time.”
This time?
She gawked at him for a moment. He turned her towards the door and gave her a gentle push. “Off you go.”
Somehow her body rallied and she stumbled into the bathroom, firmly shutting the door because. . .yikes, she wasn’t ready for that. Wasn’t sure she ever would be. Then she did her business and wandered back out in a sleepy stupor.
“You wash your hands?”
“Yes,” she whispered, knowing her face was once more an unappealing shade of crimson.
“Good girl. Come on, in you go.” He’d already pulled back the covers.