Page 22 of Hello Kitten

A smile spreads on my face as I push my ass against his hand. “I own you.”

I flinch as his hand leaves me and comes back even faster. “Your ass is so pretty all red. I think I need to see more of it.”

Another slap, and another as my pussy weeps, my insides coil.

“I’ll make you remember who owns who.” He chuckles as he guides my panties down my ass until they rub between my thighs, soaked through. He releases my arm, and palms my ass,spreading me open to get a better view. “Prove you can be good, Emily. Spread your legs for me.”

I obey immediately, my legs shaking and his fingers dip between my legs. “You’re dripping.”

“Please, Sir. I’ll be a good girl,” I promise.

“Let’s revisit who owns who then,” he says. When I don’t immediately answer, Adrian grabs my hair and turns my head to the side, forcing me to meet his hungry gaze. His green eyes dance with sadistic pleasure. “Do you own me?”

I fold, unable to wait any longer. “N-no, sir,” I answer, wiggling my hips slightly.

His fingers brush my clit and I moan. Adrian nods. “That’s right, because ...”

I don’t answer and he swats my pussy. I gasp and nod. “Because I’m yours.”

“Yes, you are, kitten. Such a shame I didn’t get to tell you all about me because I’ve been too busy punishing you,” he hums. “You don’t get to know how I taste right now. You don’t get to know what my tattoos mean, and ...” He trails off as he rubs my clit in fast circles. “And you don’t get to come.”

My eyes widen. “Please!” I beg.

“Beg all you want. You were naughty and now you have to pay the price,” he says before pulling his hand away and spanking me. “Remember, I know when you’re close.”

He keeps up with his teasing, rubbing my clit, thrusting his fingers inside me when I’m right on the edge, then switching back when I get too close. He keeps me on the edge, danglingthere until he pulls his wet fingers away and pushes them against my lips.

“Open up,” he orders sharply.

My lips part and I suck his fingers clean, tasting myself as he uses his fingers to fuck my mouth. Even the air on my pussy is driving me crazy, but when I try to close my legs, he gives a low warning sound and I make myself still.

“See, youcanbe good when you want to be. Try continuing that trend this weekend if you want to come,” he says.

I nod weakly, still sucking his fingers. He draws his hand back when I tease him with my tongue just the way he likes on his cock. He grips my chin and moves closer.

Adrian rubs his nose over mine, his lips so close as his eyes are fixed on mine. “When you sit down, you’re going to think of me. If you behave at dinner, we can talk about what happens tonight.”

I gulp. “You ... you’re coming to dinner tonight?” I ask.

Adrian draws back with a cocky smile on his face and opens my bag. He looks at my vibrator without answering me. I watch him play with it before his eyes slide to me and he tosses it on the bed. He holds up my lingerie, examines it, then tosses it with my vibrator. My laptop he’s gentle with, but then he starts rifling through things.

“I already have a planned outfit for tonight! That’s for the wedding ... no, no, the black one is for—”

He tosses a halter dress at me, a gorgeous olive-green dress that’s long enough that I can bend over without worrying and shows cleavage.

“Give me your panties,” he says.

“But I need—”

“You’re wearing this dress and nothing else to dinner,” Adrian decides. “And you’re not going to argue because you aremine.”

My eyes narrow and I turn around. I can feel his gaze stroke over my body as I take off my shirt and bra. With a soft glance over my shoulder, I pull on the dress and get ready.

Adrian does the same, but when it comes time to leave the room I hesitate.

I lick over my bottom lip. “They can’t know you’re my professor.”

“I’m well aware of that,” he assures.

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