Page 57 of Pretty Little Thing

Oh, god. How much I want to scream.

Clive hooks my panties and pulls them down, exposing my ass completely. He guides the tip of his hard cock along my aching wetness, but he doesn’t push inside. He remains in control, content on teasing me instead.

“Is this what you want?” he asks.

I nod.

“Say it.”

His cock brushes against my anus and I let out a moan. “Yes, I want it.”

“You want it like this?” he asks. “You want me to fuck you, use you like some object?”

No. No, I don’t. I feel a resistance deep inside. I don’t want to be used. I don’t want to be thought of like that. I don’t want him to think of me like that...

“No,” I say.

He lays a warm hand on my back. “Good girl.”

I feel him take a step back and he stuffs his erection back into his pants.

“Stand up,” he tells me.

I push off the table, placing my palms back where they were from the start. “You don’t want to fuck me?” I ask.

“I do,” he says. “But not like this.”

I twist back to look over my shoulder. “What do you mean?”

“Many Doms enjoy the view of their subs that way. Bent over and helpless.”

I catch a solemn expression on his face out of the corner of my eye. “And you don’t?” I ask.

“I have nothing against it as a rule, I just prefer something a little more... personal. When I do it that way, it always feels like I’m taking something from them, but when it’s like this—”

He grabs my arm and yanks me around to face him. With one quick movement, he hoists me up to sit on the table and spreads my legs. I forget all about my hands and the rules. I stare into his deep eyes instead, falling head over heels with every word he says.

“Like this,” he continues, “I can see every part of you. Your eyes, your breasts, your pussy… I’m not taking anything from you. You’re giving yourself to me.”

He cups my cheek and my tongue twitches as his thumb swipes my bottom lip. “Do you want to give yourself to me, Ms. Payne?” he whispers.

My chest heaves up and down. “Yes,” I say, my voice shaking.

Clive kisses me. His tongue touches my lips, begging to be let in. I part them and we taste each other. My senses explode as his hands roam my body and I moan from the depths of my gut.

I run my hands up his body but he grasps my wrists and forces me down onto my back. He pins me against the table, his mouth dropping from my neck to my breasts. He digs his teeth into my nipples and I twinge from the heightened sensitivity. Christ, I could come right now, just looking down into his blue eyes as he licks my tits and touches my curves.

He stands up and pulls me closer to the table’s edge. I gasp at the feel of his tented erection against my thigh. The tip pokes out of the elastic of his briefs, covering in pre-cum. I want to slide to the floor and lick him clean but I don’t dare move from the position he put me in.

He looks down my body, admiring every inch of skin presented in front of him. I realize once again that I’m naked, completely naked, but I don’t care at all.

Clive slides his hand into his briefs and he strokes himself. “What are you on?” he asks.

I blink. “What?”

“Birth control,” he says.

“Oh — the pill.”

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