Page 18 of About Time

“I tried not to, but I wasn’t strong enough to resist,” she says softly.

Putting my arm around her waist, I guide her further into the room. I’m so preoccupied with Hattie that I forget to close the front door.

“That makes two of us,” I admit to her.

Hattie turns in my arms and looks up at me with those spring-green eyes. “I don’t know what to do. This might be a turn-off, but I’ve never…” she trails off.

“You’re a virgin.” It’s not a question, because I’d already guessed as much.

“Yes,” she answers anyway.

I pull her until her body is flush against mine. “God help me. I should be demanding you leave here. I know I won’t be your last, but you never forget your first. Taking your virginity will be one of the most fucked up things I ever do, but I can’t stop myself.”

“I’ll die if you do stop,” she says. Her voice is husky, and there’s no missing the desire laced in her tone.

“We can’t let that happen.” I kick the door closed and seal our fate.

If I’m going to hell, I’m going to enjoy the descent.

My hand goes around her throat, my thumb stroking her pulse point. Her pulse races, and her breath hitches as I guide her backward until her back is pressed against a wall.

I lean against my forearm on the wall by her head, completely caging her in. I’m close enough that I can feel the softness of her curves press against me. From this position, I’m able to push her legs open and press my thigh against her covered pussy. She gasps, and her eyes widen big. It’s all the confirmation I need that not only is she a virgin, but she’s completely untouched.

I really am a fucking bastard.

The seam on the inside of her jeans is perfectly placed to add pressure to her clit. I make sure to increase the pressure of my thigh and move so it rolls back and forth over her sensitive bundle of nerves. Her chest rises and falls faster, and I can tell she’s getting close. I’m not even sure if she realizes it.

I know she isn’t going to back out. She’s on the precipice of something I don’t think she’s ever experienced before, and Hattie isn’t a coward. “Last chance to back out,” I whisper right next to her ear.

She sucks in a breath but otherwise remains silent.

“I’m going to take that as a no,” I mumble as I let my lips trail down the corner of her jaw.

Her breathing is choppy, and she opens and closes her mouth several times before she manages to stutter out, “N…no. I want to stay.”

“Don’t say I didn’t give you the chance to back out of this.”

Before she can say another word, I take her mouth in a heated kiss. My tongue plunges into her mouth, tangling with hers. She groans into my mouth and starts rocking herself on my leg.

I fight the urge to grind my erection against her because I am no longer a teenager. My cock gets her mouth or pussy, not some juvenile rub against my jeans. I do think it’s hot though, how close she is to coming, and I haven’t even really touched her yet.

My greatest desire at this moment is to watch her shatter in my arms. I let go of her throat in order to grab her hips, then raise my leg until she’s forced to stand on the tip of her toes. I use my grip to both increase the pressure and speed she’s rocking against my thigh.

I can’t stop watching her face to see how she falls apart. Her eyes open wider, her cheeks flush with color, and her mouth falls open with a gasp. “That’s it. Ride my leg until you come. Fucking soak my jeans. Remember you will do as you’re told when we’re together. You’re my toy, my fuck doll. I’m going to enjoy playing with you.”

My dirty words have her shuddering and whimpering with her release.

When she’s coming down from that high, I take a step back. “Now, where to start.” I tap my finger against my chin as if I’m thinking. In actuality, I already know what I want to do with and to her, but I’m finding that I enjoy torturing her a bit with anticipation.

“Normally, I’d shove you to your knees and have you swallow my cock, but I think we’ll save that for next time. Right now, I want to make sure my doll is ready to be played with rough. I will make you come because I want to feel your pussy strangle my cock. You are here for me to use, do you understand?”

I’m not sure where the fuck these words are coming from. I’ve never acted out these fantasies before, and it is just that, a fantasy. Of course, I care if she gets off. I have my pride after all, and I’m not some two-pump chump who fucks dry pussy. Sex is practically a sport for me, and I don’t consider it a win until she’s a quivering mess underneath me.

“I understand,” she mumbles.

That won’t do. I grab her hair and tip her head back. “That won’t do, Sir. Say it.”

“I understand, Sir.”

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