Page 90 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

He walked into the room and shut the door behind himself. “Already packing up?”

“I told you that I’m committing myself to this whole full-time submissive thing.”

“Thing?Relationship,” he corrected. “Use your words.”

My lips curled into a small smile, and I nodded to a couple of stuffed toys that I’d had since childhood. “Can you pass me that thing over there so I can pack it away?” I asked, taunting him with a smirk.

“What thing?” he asked, brow arched and tone sharpening.

“That thing.” I nodded to the shelf. “On the shelf.”

Hector picked up an empty picture frame that I had been meaning to fill with a picture of us inside it—even though we had no pictures yet together—and held it toward me. “Oh, do you mean this thing?”

“No, the other thing,” I said, crossing my arms. “Up there.”

After setting down the frame, he grabbed up a souvenir I had picked up on my family’s last trip to Maui a couple of years ago. “Do you mean this thing?” he hummed, taunting me back and stalking closer to me.

“No, the stuffed animals,” I said, frustrated.

Hector set the souvenir on my desk and grasped my chin in his hand. “Good girl. Using your words for once.” A low chuckle escaped his throat as he gently stroked his thumb across my cheek. “Expanding your vocabulary.”

I glared up at him. “Excuse me, but I have an extensive vocabulary.”

A smirk crossed his face, and he pressed his bulge against my stomach. “I think that mouth is only good for one thing,” he murmured, his breath warm in my ear. “And it’s not speaking with the extensive vocabulary that you think you have.”

Warmth spread through my core, and I pressed my thighs together. “What is it for then?”

While I expected him to shove me down onto my knees and tell me that it was only good for sucking his cock, he twirled me around and bent me over the bed. Before I had much of a chance to react, he was crawling up onto the bed, straddling my hips in prone-bone style.

He placed both hands on the bed beside my head, grinding his cock against my ass. “Whimpering,” he grunted lowly into my ear. “Trying to bite back moans when I fuck you in a public space with other people around.”

Hector snaked his arm around my waist and sank his hand into my pants, fingers rubbing against my clit. I curled my fingers into the bedsheets and furrowed my brows, the pressure already rising higher inside me.

I curled my toes and moaned into the mattress, but Hector grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back. So Sierra wouldn’t hear me moaning with the door closed in my bedroom, I bit my lip.

“Just like that,” he murmured. “Always so embarrassed to feel good.”

“I’m not embarrassed.”

He moved his fingers faster against my clit. “Then, moan for me.”

While I wanted to do nothing more than to moan, I found myself pressing my lips together and not making a single sound. He moved his fingers faster, pushing me higher, and gently sucked on the crook of my neck.

“Has the brat finally been tamed?”

“No, but—fuuuuuck!”

A low moan escaped my throat as he flicked my clit with the tip of his finger. I threw my head back, eyes rolling and body seizing underneath him. I pressed my mouth against the mattress and screamed out in pleasure.

Sierra had definitely heard that.

“For a brat, you’re awfully quiet today,” he taunted. “Let’s change that.”

Again, he pulled back on my hair so I couldn’t moan into the mattress anymore and brought me to the brink of an orgasm again. I arched my back hard, my legs shaking uncontrollably.

“Who’s my good girl?” he murmured.

“Hector …” I whispered.

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