Page 38 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

A moan escaped my mouth, and I settled onto it, so full.

Hector slipped off the bed and walked around it, pulling on his tie.

“Every time you come tonight, you thank me.” Hector captured my chin. “Understand?”

I bit back the urge to say noand nodded.

Hector had full control right now, and if I said something bratty to him, he wouldn’t let me come. And I had been waiting for what seemed like days now. Freaking days! All for him. I refused to wait any longer.

My gaze dropped to the bed.

“I need a verbal response, Heather.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“No,” he growled, tightening his grasp on my chin. “You look at me when you answer.”

“But isn’t?—”

“Isn’t it more submissive to bow your head and show respect?” He finished my sentence. “Maybe with other Doms. But you answer to me, so your eyes are on mine. Whenever you ask questions. Whenever you respond to me. Whenever you come.”

Warmth spread through my pussy. “Yes, Sir.”

“Now …” He flicked on a button on the saddle, and suddenly, it came to life, vibrating underneath me and against my clit. I jerked up slightly, but the restraints held me still. “What are you going to do for me?”

“Thank you whenever I come tonight,” I whispered, voice shaking.

He stroked my hair. “That’s my good girl.”

Panting, I sat on the saddle, my pussy drooling all over it.

“You’ve earned a reward,” he said, turning the vibrations on higher.

My thighs gripped the saddle underneath me, the feeling of being full in front of Hector making my pussy tighten. I stared up at him, waiting for him to touch me, to grope my breasts, squeeze my nipples …

Anything.

Except he stepped away from the bed.

“Look how pretty and helpless you are.”

The toy vibrated against my clit, driving me higher and higher.

He dropped his tie on the floor. “All for me.”

“S-S-Sir,” I cried, tugging on the restraints in an attempt to displace all the pleasure.

“You’ve been such a good girl.” Then, he unbuttoned his dress shirt. “Such a good girl for me, Heather. All last night, you didn’t touch yourself once, all because I’d told you not to.” He turned the vibrations up. “You’re so good at following my directions.”

The pressure soared inside me.

He leaned over the bed, one hand posted on the mattress. His muscles rippled under the dim light. He hovered his mouth up the center of my chest between my breast, up the column of my neck, and then millimeters from my lips.

I teetered on the brink of an orgasm, brows furrowed, mouth open, and panting heavily. “S-S-Sir …”

When he pressed his lips against mine, I cried out into his mouth and came hard on the saddle, the pleasure shooting through my body in waves.

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” I said into our kiss.

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