Page 6 of Bad for Me

“Isaac! You need to?—”

His hand comes up and wraps around my throat, squeezing just enough to cut off my words. A heavy scowl furrows his dark brows as I gasp. I tell myself the sound is from fear because being fiercely turned on by his hold, more so than I already am, would be totally inappropriate. Isaac lowers his head, holding my gaze, and growls through clenched teeth.

“Ask me, Meredith.”

The casual use of my name is jarring. Not enough to stop the heat climbing up into my face again as my body trembles with an increasing need at his close proximity. Swallowing hard, I ask,

“What did you get yourself, Isaac?”

His dark scowl vanishes as a pleased smile spreads across his face. “You really want to know?”

No. Yes? Uncertain as to what he really wants, I nod slowly. He rolls his eyes. Suddenly he yanks me up, flips me over and I find myself bent over my desk on my stomach. I gasp at how easily he can move me.

Don’t swoon, don’t swoon!

“Isaac!” I try to push myself up.

A hand presses against the middle of my back and forces me down. I press my cheek against the cold surface. It doesn’t do anything to dampen the fire under my skin.

“That didn’t seem particularly convincing, Meredith. So let me see if I can work up a little more curiosity.” His foot kicks out my legs, spreading them wide, then he steps between them. My panties are pulled to the side, and suddenly my core is exposed to the room. The cool air down there, where I’m burning up the most, is shocking.

“No, Isaac?—”

“Holy shit…” The awe in his voice has my cheeks burning hot. “Look how fucking wet you are. Your body is crying, Meredith. Crying forme.”

He hums. The sound is deep and animalistic, spurring my pussy to clench around nothing.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” Isaac’s voice is almost a soft coo as he speaks to my pussy.

It should be a turn off, really it should. But my pussy clenches again with utter delight.

I am so fucking screwed.

4

MEREDITH

A finger runsthrough the mess between my folds, and I shiver as the motion sends licks of electric delight running through me.

“You’re so responsive.” Isaac uses his fingers, now slick with my arousal, to tease my clit. My hips arch upward, pushing my butt closer toward him as I groan. “I thought you’d be more composed, harder to crack. But I’m pleasantly surprised. I finally get to see therealside of you. The one you hide during our sessions with that infuriating indifferent smile.”

My toes curl as my pleasure mounts. Back and forth, he slides his fingers through my labia, teasing the nerves there before returning to play with my clit. I’m breathless in no time, and my body shakes with need.

“Isaac, please…” I don’t know what I’m asking for. Mercy from this madness? For him to leave before we can go any further? To plunge his fingers inside of me? To make me forget about the consequences and take me to new heights?

“Do youreallywant to know what I got for Christmas?” he asks.

I nod, unable to find enough air to fill my lungs to answer him properly. Suddenly his fingers stop moving, preventing my impending orgasm from rushing through me.

“Isaac!” I push my butt up further toward him.

“Let me hear you say it.” His voice is biting, leaving no room for argument.

“W-what… what did you get yourself for Christmas?”

His fingers slide through my folds again, this time with deliberate slowness. I groan even as my legs tremble. The laziness with which he teases my clit this time is just cruel.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

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