Page 19 of About Time

I let go of her hair and take her hand. I’m about to take her back to my room since this is her first time and all, but then it occurs to me that her brother-in-law and sister may be expecting her back home. “Where do Martin and Elisa think you are?”

Her brow furrows. “Probably at home. I have a studio apartment and a job at a bookstore in Oakridge.”

“Why not save money and just stay with your family?”

“Because I don’t want to go back to being seen as a child when I’ve already been on my own.”

“So no one is expecting you?” I ask, a grin threatening the edges of my lips.

Hattie shakes her head.

“That’s all I needed to hear.” Instead of taking her hand again, I hoist her up and onto my shoulder in a fireman carry.

Inside my room, I set her back on her feet and take a step back. Now she’s really nervous, but I’m in no mood to ease her anxiety. Letting her be apprehensive will increase her arousaland pleasure. I’d rather she feel everything strongly around me, even her anxiousness.

Hattie wrings her hands while she waits for my instruction, and I’ll admit I’m pleased with her submissiveness. After a few long seconds, I relieve her apprehension, “Undress. Do it slowly.”

She starts by lifting her tank top inch by inch. Now it’s my turn to tremble, as she slowly reveals smooth, tanned skin. When her shirt is over her head and hanging from her fingers I almost swallow my tongue. Of course, I have seen her in a tiny bikini, but there is something more erotic to seeing her in her bra and jeans.

A twinkle comes in her eye as she starts to unbutton her jeans. She knows this is torture for me, and she’s doing her best to make it worse. Finally, she works her jeans down her hips and legs, letting them pool around her feet before stepping out of them.

I jerk my chin in her direction. “Lose the bra and get on the bed.”

She’s fully on board with our arrangement as evidenced by how quickly she follows my instructions. Her arms go around her back and unhook it. With one arm across her chest holding it to herself, she uses her free hand to let the straps glide down her shoulders. When both are loose she drops her arm and lets it fall to the floor with the rest of her clothes.

Walking backwards she sits sideways on the bed and scoots to the middle. Before she moves too far up the bed, I grasp her legs and pull her back to the edge.

Starting at her ankles I let my hands slide slowly up her calves. At her knees, I pry her legs apart and continue the journey up her body. My knuckles brush across her lace-covered pussy, and she gasps.

I put my entire hand over her mound possessively. “This is mine. Only I get to play with it. I want to hear you say it.”

“It’s yours,” she murmurs.

“What is mine?” I press and her eyes flash indignantly at me. I was starting to wonder if she had any limits, and it appears making her vocalize the dirty things I’m doing to her is uncomfortable for her.

I grind the heel of my palm against her clit and rub it in circles. Her nipples tighten to hard points, and a blush spreads up her chest. When I notice her breathing turn short and shallow I pull my hand away.

“Good girls get rewarded. You didn’t answer my question. What is mine?”

“My…my pussy is yours,” she stammers.

I slap her cunt, making sure to land on her clit. “You forgot something,” I chastise her.

“My pussy is yours, Sir,” she corrects herself.

“What a good toy you are,” I praise her. “Good toys get played with.” I slide her panties down her legs and lift them to my face. Her arousal has soaked the fabric, and the musky smell acts like an aphrodisiac, hardening my cock.

I grab my dick through the jeans and squeeze hard. There will be plenty of time for me to drain my balls, right now I have a doll to play with.

Pushing up on her knees I open her wide and put her feet on the mattress. I lower to my knees, grab her hips, and pull her cunt up to my face. I don’t waste any time easing her into this. No doubt this is the first time she’s had a tongue slipping through her folds and plunging into her pussy.

I swirl my tongue around her clit before sucking on it hard. I alternate that by flicking it with my tongue. It’s clearly a hit with her because her hands fist in my hair and tug at the strands. Thebite of pain makes my dick harder, but I can’t allow her to think she is directing this.

“I should have tied your hands above your head. I won’t make that mistake next time. Since I didn’t, I want you to play with your tits.”

Her mouth gapes with surprise, but she lets go of my hair and grabs her breasts. She squeezes and massages them like a teenage boy would the first time he ever felt a girl up. This won’t do.

“Pinch your nipples. Pull at them. Roll them around in your fingers. Don’t stop until you’re told to,” I direct her.

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