Page 23 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

Yet he just looked at it, then up at me. And didn’t move. Not an inch.

“So much for a punishment, huh?” I taunted.

How was he giving empty threats and thinking that I’d be a good girl for him? If he wanted to punish me, then he would have to do better than this. Especially after seeing Evelyn at Radiant last night, then again in his office with him, alone.

Instead of stalking over to me, he stared at me from across the room and smirked.

No response.

“I thought the big, bad Master was going to punish me,” I said.

He chuckled.

I flared my nostrils. “Couldn’t think of anything better than tying me up and watching me?”

Again, that asshole said nothing.

And then … then he had the freaking audacity to yawn!

The longer I stood with my arms tied over my head and my pussy suddenly empty, the more my cunt ached to be full again. I had held the dildo inside me for so, so long with my pussy gripping on to it tightly. Now nothing.

“Hector,” I gritted out in an attempt to hide the ache.

Instead of answering me, he unbuckled his belt and reached into his pants. Heat exploded through my core, and I whimpered as he pulled out his huge, veiny, throbbing cock. Fuck, I wanted him inside me so badly.

“You see what you’re missing now?” he asked. “A dick to fill that empty pussy.”

After spitting on his hand, he glided his fingers over the head of his cock and made it glisten. I tried hard to grind my thighs together because I so desperately needed him to fuck me right here and right now. But he wasn’t going to.

This was my punishment for not showing up at Radiant last night.

He wrapped his hand around the head of his dick, then slowly moved it downward until it met his balls. Then, he moved his hand back up, using his pre-cum almost like lube, letting it cover his cock.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

With his eyes on me, he leaned back on the couch to relax and jerked himself off even faster. A low grunt escaped his throat. My jaw slackened, and I attempted to move my thighs together, craving him.

“Please,” I pleaded.

“Please what?”

I opened and shut my mouth a handful of times, mesmerized by the way he stroked his dick and wanting it inside of me. My pussy was so empty, and he would fill it with his huge cock and with all that cum in his balls.

“I want your cum,” I whimpered.

He stroked himself faster. “You want me to come?”

“Inside me.”

“I’ll come, but not inside you,” he grunted, his dress shirt tightening around his huge biceps. And I couldn’t handle the way it seemed to bulge. He groaned, “You haven’t earned it yet.”

He continued to jerk himself off, staring at my naked body, lips forming an O.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “You’re so fucking sexy, Heather.”

A whimper left my mouth. “Hector …”

“Moan my name again, and I’ll come for you.”

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